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Details | Concrete | |

The Eternal Tree

I am Alive    Forever and always         Essence        Rebirth        Renewal
          I have earth to ground me      I have wind to move me   I have fire to cleanse         
     my     spirit        I have rain      to quench    my thirst    for growth
                      I have sun to    enlighten me        feed me  I am my own mother
              and an extension of the whole     I am   Earth         wind
                       rain   sun  fire    I am as old as life  and I am     as young
   as time   I am shelter to those who seek me   I am a bird  a flower and  the breath
              of the earth itself        I am exactly where I want to be     I am life
       I am first and last  the beginning and the end   I am one from many
                        I am what I am   I live  I grow  and I die. I am  Reborn unto myself
                                                          I am the great circle                   
                                                           My limbs know no                          
                                                           Boundaries; while                            
                                                           My leaves whisper                      
                                                           The one truth of the                      
                                                           Whole  through the           
                                                           Seasons changing
                                                            Colors that I wear 
                                                            Upon my   heart's                  
                                                            Sleeve, I'm home
                                                           To Earth Mother’s
                                                           Melodious  Life; I
                                                           Sing for the whole
                                                         World to hear - trees
                                                       Are Earth Mother's Song
                                                       Blowing 'round the leafy            
                                                  Globe; eyes of the world song 
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother   breath of the living   soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}




***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire


Details | Narrative | |

Birth, in a Quiet Room

“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature 
crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is it!”
     The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and 
holding.
     “Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.”
     The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal.
     It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done. 
     It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope.    
     It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. 
     It was the only feeling that existed. 
     They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe.
     This was her child –
     her son.
     And she was his mother.

     (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many 
eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the 
only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this 
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; 
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.)
     
“It’s a boy.” she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like 
she’d known it all along. “My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; 
tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. “He’s perfect.” 
     She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. “Look at 
your feet – they’re huge!”
     And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of 
her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi.
I’m your mama.” He smiled at her. He knew. He’d known it all along. “And I’ll love you 
forever…”
     The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to 
eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room.
     


*Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother 
who has graced this sacred room.


Details | Free verse | |

Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen


Details | Free verse | |

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Details | Dodoitsu | |

White Wedding

Confetti flutters the sky
A bride dressed in pearly white
Footprints pave bright virgin snow
Steps to her future


Details | Personification | |

Pulse

One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last, 
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above - 
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
	There is a pulse.

One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them, 
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
	There is a pulse.

One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
	There is a pulse.


Details | Rhyme | |

Unlatched

So young myself, I was naive'
There was no doubt, I did believe
this babe who was latched inside my womb
such ties we had, would always be

Latched on, he was, as he was fed
Then later on, our hands instead
Not tall enough to open gates
I'd reach the latch for his escape

In time he grew to need more space
Strong ties we had, still had their place
With loving smiles, I'm watching him
He stretched to grow, and threads grew thin
And as he reached, and it grew long
Our cord remained, still ever strong

Years do pass, he's grown, a man
Our bonds have changed, but still lives on
Love came along, as it should be
He's bound with with her, I'm glad to see
It doesn't mean our link is gone

Songs are sung when lovers part
But no song for a mother's heart
When new adventures come one day
Those new roads take him far away

The man he is, has been set free
To be the man he wants to be
The child he was is never gone
She's letting go, yet holding on

If once, one wish were mine to choose
So many do my thoughts pursue
But one within my heart still yearns
If just one day, the clocks would turn

Together you and I would be
Sitting here among the trees
I would lift you up upon my knee
Just like I did when you were three...


Details | Free verse | |

LOVE OF NATURE

Under canopy of majestic oaks,
leaves swaying, gentle breeze,
rustling of the dancing leaves,
flying chirps, all species,
joyous laughter, melodic sounds,
like violins, bees abound,
peace surrounds
in backyard paradise.
                                                                              
As I partake of nature’s scene,
eyes affix whites, magnolia high,
reminisce of mother in the sky.
Lessons of nature, she did give,
exploration through wooded path,
wild flowers we did name,
birds’ identity, toadstools find, 
love of nature by her design.



Won HM in Mac McGovern's 
Best Poem Contest
June 10, 2010


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Urban Forest

  All I hear are sirens echoing off tall buildings; a drunk man ranting, a prostitute looking for her next trick, a drug addict looking for his next fix. Young teenage kids who seem to have just learned the art of curse. A young couple fist fighting in the streets---more sirens.  A homeless man pan-handling, picking up cigarette butts and smoking a hole into his neck, gum pushed deeper into concrete marked blacker with every step. All I hear are sirens and I say a little prayer for the person in the back. Trains and boats chiming in the distance, a stray cat limping into an unknown existence...must be nice to have nine lives! Yet, all I hear are sirens in this concrete urban forest, where trees are replaced with buildings and cars are the only waves I hear, street lights in place of the stars, sirens in place of the wind. 

   I close my paper eyelids tight, i can hear in this concrete urban forest of man-nature, for a glimpse, a stolen second in time, the sound of Mother Nature...she still sings and she's crying. She's crying for the people in the back of all those sirens. She cries for her bush the drunk man urinated on; the puddle of blood collecting on her blades of grass that a young man drew from his womans lips. She cries for her branch the teenage kids snapped for fun. She's crying - Mother Nature - is crying, because man - nature takes her place. In this concrete urban forest...all I hear are sirens and I close my paper eyes; i try to reach out and steal the tear off of - Mother Nature's - face. All I hear are sirens and im saddened, man-nature takes her place.


Details | Free verse | |

UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN A parent's lament

UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN   A parent's lament

Children
   	with Wings
    	and Talons
Pounce on the fleetest of hearts
 their
 
Memories	

Soar        
                 over the
                 Blood Transfusions
    		Hospital frights of prematurity
             			 of EMS sirens
                              HIV trembling tests 
   		 Asthma Tents
   	
                Breathless Worry atop cloud kissed Trees
   		
                Sleepless Nights of bully battles
  		
                Struggles with Education’s foes
   		
                 Mad Escapes from Fathers of Violence
   		
                 The teary wave good bye for fledgling endeavors
			Day night day night day night…unending
   	and

Land  on

      Slight Imperfections and Imagined Slights
            or the

Shortage of Cash
        for  
                    Trips
                    Technoshit
                    New Shoes 
                    New Cars
	or other
Dreams
                         You 
                      Couldn’t
                         Buy.
 


Details | Haibun | |

Haibun 001: Blue Heron

I pause my schedule with a stroll along the Mill Race Park. Unfortunately, my eyes, heart and soul are assaulted by waves of creeping garbage. I collect some of the litter, only to dump it into a metal bin rusting out at the bottom -- garbage goes in, garbage flows back out, strewn around by spring gusts. Next time, garbage bags are in order. I will fill them up and carry them home, only to possibly be mistaken for a homeless man carrying all of his worldly possessions in black, plastic bags. Oh well, people can laugh at me, then come down here and spread some more rubbish along this watery, green belt. A Blue Heron is tentatively fishing amongst the garbage and chemical slicks shimmering on the water's surface. This bird is the official symbol of our river-town. We should show some more respect to this regal, yet ever-secretive member of royalty -- show some more respect to this symbol of our town's heritage. I will not let this filth drag me down into an abyss of apathy. To be mistaken for a hobo, is a small price to pay, in giving back to this Heron, some of the dignity it so deserves. the blue heron fishes amongst litter -- a tarnished crown
+/-


Details | Rhyme | |

spring thaw

spring thaw
the ice breaks-
into song 


Details | Free verse | |

Mourning Since Dawn

Why must the mourning come
with every dawn?

The sky is crying again today.
I heard her sobbing
as I laid in bed.
She would calm down
for a little while,
then it would start up again.
Did I do something
to upset Mother Nature?

I watched in solemn silence
all afternoon
as her tears
streak down my window pane.
I wonder what I can possibly do
to comfort her.
There are no tissues large enough
to wipe away
a streaming flood of sorrow.
Maybe this is just Mother Nature's way
of grieving,
and soon it will pass.

The newborn flowers
open their blossoms
to receive and embrace
her gift.
Mother Nature is so beautiful
even when she cries.



May 13th, 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear 
And mad old Abraham

That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire

And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity

So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in

For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar

But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?

Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me 
Do not visit places where you know you should not be

The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods


Details | Rhyme | |

mother nature, mother earth

Mother Nature, Mother Earth.

If Mother Earth stood in front of you what would you say? 
Sorry for taking your whales away,
 Sorry for cutting your forests to shreds, 
Sorry little animals for taking your beds, 
Sorry polar bears for melting your ice, having to swim further to save your own live, 
Sorry to all the fish in the sea, because its to hot you try to flee.
 Sorry for the birds and the bees, not many left on the all gone trees. 
Sorry for the nuclear plants, but man seems to think that he must advance. 
Sorry for the wars we cause, they certainly are not gods or yours.
 Sorry for the faith man has lost, your biggest creation is losing with cost.

 If you were Mother Earth and told these things, what would you say to me?
“SORRY, SORRY, SORRY”, is all you have to say,”
  You destroy everything which we have given you”.
 ” The animals are going have gone extinct,
 You kill the air you so precisely need,
 You fight each other and call it in the name of god, which god do you perceive,
 The one with love to all, for all, which he created,
 Or the one who fell from grace with hatred. 

I would look at her with glee
 Because the earth sounds like the second scenario to me.
 The next question I would ask
 Mother Nature are we going to last
. If everyone on the earth of today
 threw down their arms and started to pray
would  god hear our prays in just that day
mother nature would look at me 
and look around at the all gone trees 
then she would bend down on her green leafed knees
A tear in her sunlit eyes saying to me
“Sorry to late”.

What would you do if Mother Earth or Nature stood in front of you?


The End. 


Details | Rhyme | |

My mother, my earth.

Into the light I see,
with rays in clouds and warmth in me.
Brittle is the air around,
no voice is there, nor sweeter sound.

Within my scars and broken back,
there are my kin, there love I lack.
The oceans turn, therefore I weep,
Is it truly my tears to keep?

Now the mountains begin to fall,
like sand and dust to death they call.
I hear my children bleed and cry,
there bellies thirst and almost dry.

Some will seat and eat there fill,
"lets help them now, so now we will!
His mother would find pride within,
a pretty thing this life of sin.

Alas, my days are almost through,
my breath, my flesh and heart is too.
Let this be my final song,
for war alone is for the strong.

Into the night I see,
is there still love left for me?


Details | Fibonacci | |

Betrayal Of The Soul

.
A
Young
Mother
Rocks baby
Singing  happy song
Love in its purity bonding
Daddy slips into the arms of another woman


Details | Haiku | |

Lilies

lilies
on her tresses
mom's floral clips


Details | Free verse | |

Must It Be So?

We were sleeping
When the dirty water
Came rushing down,
Drowning our arrogance
And releasing our fears
Into the atmosphere.

We were stunned.
Ravaged by consequence
Melting around our feet.
Disorienting panic
Was devoted to the air,
Igniting exhausting anarchy.

Pandemonium ruled
This day
While we were rendered speechless,
Ruined by our own
Inability to escape
Such confounding spoils.

The dirty water rose,
Bringing indignant death
And uniting a new breed,
The best and worst
Humanity has to offer
To this brave, old world.

Voices lifted into the molten sky,
Crying for help
Beyond comprehension,
Catapulting an echo
Even as it occurred 
Around the globe.

Why must it be so
That man’s integrity
Is tested by disaster?
Why must it take
Such extreme devastation
To wake us?


Details | Name | |

A Political Person

A person who feels about others
And speaks on their circumstances
And offers a better suggesions 
To improve the damped system
To add fundamentalistic solutions
To delete opportunism aspects
To develop everyone’s share
To approach everyone’s contribution
To maintain progress and prosperity
To build a civil agenda to enjoy
Without any prejudice barrier 
For our human dignity and regard
To differenciate humanism and animalism
To learn about patience and respect
To discuss a topic of learning
A natural behaviour and sophisticated
Developing approaches at same time
To recover the positive and negativeness
To establish distinctions of values
To identify a usefull and useless motives
To live with peace and satisfaction
To encourage further preparations
To secure and safe future
For beyond from newborn buddies
To provide good tools to develop
To understand a constructive problems
To dissolve wastage of recycling
To save extra energy for dangers
To refine pregressive thoughts 
To share his doubts and gains
For a better carriage
Is known as a political person?
How do you feel to listen others?
Satisfaction is a matter for all.


Details | Rhyme | |

Just as the Sea

The beauty of love
Is a lot like the Sea
With all of it’s power
Beautiful and free
Just as the Sea
Is bound by currents
Souls are bound
By loves torrent
Just as the Sea 
Reflects the light
Love truly is
A beacon of right
Just as the Sea
Is a provider of life
Love makes a mother
As well as a wife
Just as the Sea
Is bound to the wind
Love forever binds
Two dear friends
Just as the Sea
Needs be respected
True love is a thing
That must be protected
As the waves create
The rings of time
Forever yours
Forever mine


Details | Free verse | |

Slender Birch

Steel Gray skies with threatening rain and restless wind
My breath gathers as mist on the inside of the window pane
...as I watched for the school bus

A slender birch tree with spiral scars 
of flayed bark against its white skin
like curlicues of sharpened pencil shavings

Still clutching many bright yellow leaves, 
Some collecting at its base like a discarded garment
Sunlight, just a small shaft flickers bright dapples on tiny dancers
Ocherous curtains against the bruised sky

Prodigious vibrant final act
Just for me
The tree manages a sly curtsey 
in my direction, 
Sacrificing more of her fragile costume

My beautiful rosy-cheeked child kicks playfully
through the saffron sea of discarded programs
“Here are some for you Mama” he says
as he bursts into the kitchen smelling of peanut butter and early fall
There he deposits a chubby handful of my regard 
gently into my apron pocket

And into my heart's hiding place as well
Perfect poignant performance;
Beautifully done slender birch,
Most beautifully done


Details | Free verse | |

Farewell


A yearling asleep 
When its mother arrived
She knew it was time
A green meadow, the best place
It was time to say farewell to her fawn
For he was a young growing buck
She wished him good luck

He would miss being 
A small spotted fawn
Who
Waits patiently for mother
While gnawing the grass
Oh, he would dearly 
Miss those wonderfully
Glorious days


Details | Rhyme | |

PREGNANT MARE

As I looked into this picture  there was something different
There was something about this picture, something it represents
I couldn't put my finger on it, so half an hour or more was spent
Then I saw what it was and I laughed to my hearts content

The picture you took of the horse was really very good
You got a good eye for things, that is understood
In that photo you have captured the serenity of the mood
To this serene photo I had my eyes for an hour glued

Until I realized that in the photo at which I stare
Is a scene of the beauty of life that is beyond compare
A picture of a mother standing there without care
Feeling so content with life, a picture of a pregnant mare


Details | Personification | |

Heart of The Sea

The heart of the sea is a mother's heart
She is the great ancestral mother of all life on the planet
Deep within the mysterious waters of her womb
she conceived and gave birth to the first life form
which evolved into more complex organisms
that live on the land and in the air

She is an essential part of the planet's ecosystem
feeding the clouds which bring rain and snow
that sustain life on the earth
Through tiny ocean plants and photosynthesis
she removes carbon dioxide from the air
and converts it to more than one half of the oxygen
in the earth's atmosphere

She is the great food provider to the planet
having her own internal food chain
with tiny phytoplankton at the lower end
and enormous sharks and whales at the upper end
She feeds creatures from the land and air 
that venture to fish in her waters

She is a thing of beauty even in her enraged fury
with massive waves towering over a hundred feet
and the seething white foam of her waters
This has been her action
even before the advent of man on the planet
Man must respect her behaviour 
or suffer death and destruction if he does not

She is a thing of beauty in her calm stillness under the setting sun
which lights up the evening sky in its glorious splendour
and paints a glistening beam of light on the water's surface
in line with the sun and surrounds it
with brilliant colours of the rainbow



Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------

***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)***



"Storm over yet...?"

"Well hay'ell ye'ah! 
 woo-hoo!
 sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
 whadda'bou  that boy th'er?
 sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"

"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"

"Wha'choo sayin? 
 wha'th'a?
 na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
 shoot! 
 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! 
 torna'durr warnin' too!
 he gonna have him'a cole burr;  
 on me!"
 my treat!
 mama, git him'a cole burr! 
 ro'tt now; 
 ya'here?
 besides...
 ta'days father's day!" 



© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire

   










Details | Rispetto | |

Morning Rose

 I often dream of the garden stretching out

   wearing the early morning sun like a crown

     I will dream of the sound of a rooster's shout,

       and mother barefoot, still dressed in nightgown

         pulling a tall weed, while puttering about

           looking like a pink cheeked girl, with eyes of brown,

             clutching a bouquet to her breast. She would hold  

               roses, as if they were treasures made of gold
 



                  ~           


Details | Ode | |

Mother Ocean

Froth and foam, time and tide...
Ah, the motion of the ocean.
‘Tis the source of my heart's longing,
The place of my soul's belonging, 
With it's push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

As time and space go rambling on...
At your shores, the same time and space
Stand halted...
Your maker and mine exalted...
By your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

At times I find myself longing,
To become one with you,
And your knowing of life's beginnings,
Both old and new...
And the days and years of all your learnings.

To find myself wrapped up, 
In your fathomless embrace,
In all the ways you have kissed me,
With the currents of your passion…
Your endless days, the mystical fashion,
Of your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.

Yet how shall I fathom, 
Your unending endlessness?
And how shall I counter, 
Your impartial fury?
Most certain am I that it will bury,
And erase, 
All that is and leave no trace, 
Of that which is and was to come.

For man who is blind, sees only your wealth, 
And not wholly that, 
But that which he deems
As wealth.

Till you, left naked and raped, rise...
To reprove us, to open our eyes.

Only then do we see, 
T'was meant to be, 
That you, and I and we,
Are made as one.

And as to you, unto us is done.

Thus to us is done for sure, 
Till blindly stumbling we find this cure:

That those who shall possess you, 
Shall do in setting you free.

And to them is your grace, 
To them is your passion, 
The depths of your soul and the endless fashion, 
Of your timeless, enduring mystery.


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Details | Narrative | |

A Mother's Cry

"Tap! Tap!" the drop
of Her tears.
Pouring on the
ground from the
clouds of fear.

'Roar! Roar!" Her
thunderous shout.
From the pain She
felt, She cried out.

"Woosh! Woosh!" She
breathed fast.
"Why my love?" She
asked.

How poor Mother
Earth was.
Tortured by her
children, She sent
Haiyan to us.


Details | Sonnet | |

LITTLE DOLL WITH CURLY HAIR

Little doll with curly hair, how did God
Make you so fair? With big eyes color sky
And with skin as rose as a healthy child...
Fall asleep as you hear my sweetest lullaby!
The radiant moon has come into your dreams,
What can she offer you: if not moonbeams? 
And as you breathe, you resemble a cherub
That Rafael imagined to be you in that crib
When happy angels gathered and whispered,
" Little doll, gently lay on your golden head."
This nursery rhyme you will learn in time,
And sing it to yourself when church bells chime.

You'll long for a hand to caress your cheeks...
feeling its warmth while you will float on dreams.    


Details | Ballad | |

Living my dream

Living my dream

I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.

Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile

I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because

It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.

4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.


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The River Gomati-win

O grandma *Gomati, was born on thy bank
And born of a mother bearing your name
On all the yesterdays your water I drank
Am still the part of your pattern and frame.

My blood flows in thy stream meandering
It’s a kind of earthly immortality,
I stand by you and feel kinship endearing
Know not much about gods but your affinity

I learnt to strive, to sink and to seek depth ever
Simply Hydrogen and Oxygen doesn’t make water
Something third is needed to make you what you’re
Nobody knows except you Ma and your Creator.

                             *******
Dr. Ram Mehta
June29, 2011

Twelwth Place win in

Contest: best dedication poem by P.D.

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*Gomati is the name of the river in Gujarat State of India. My home town Dwarka 
where Lord Krishna ruled once, is on the bank of River Gomati. 

My mother too was born there and she was christened as Gomati after the name of the river.

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Details | Free verse | |

Womb Of A Bird

...and how lovely 
to sleep in the womb 
of a bird

that caresses 
silk like skin 
and sense

all things 
around
are being taken care of

as sugar coated thoughts 
begin to traverse
the twilight sky

of a summer night 
when misty mist comes, sounding
on your jovial, pink lips 
   


Details | Pastoral | |

I pray for mother

   I pray for mother 
 
	Mother!	
You could have stayed
Forever was my longing
Oh mother!
Does it really have to be you?
Mothers are too special to lose

You gave me life mother
You raised me into a man I am today
I will forever be grateful to you
Out of nothing, you gave me food
Out of nothing, you clothed me
Out of nothing, you sent me to school
Oh mother!
You were the best


In your shadow I had shade
You called me Father.
For I carried grandfather’s name
Now I understand how special I was to you
You felt grandfather in me
Who will ever call me that again?
I forbid my thoughts to go deep
For the deeper it goes, the deeper it hurts

I can still hear your voice mother
I can still see you in my dreams
You left without saying good-bye,
Were you mad at me mother?
Deep in my heart, you will always have a home
My sisters and brothers are heartbroken
They are all grown up 
But they still need you Mother

Do you still remember your grandchildren?
The youngest is not yet a year old
She will never see your beautiful smile mother
You could have waited
So she does something for you
Fetch water or call you grandmother	

We all miss you mother
It’s hard to know you are never coming back
One after another
We will join you mother
We are not afraid of death any more
For we have a place with you
God almighty will meet us someday
Then I will see you for myself again
We will talk and laugh
Just like we used too

Now you live in a far away land
We can’t change that, not even God almighty
I will teach my heart to live without you mother
Though it is hard
I will learn to miss you
I will learn to live without you
But I will never forget you
It’s the body I will never see


Your time is gone Mother
Now you live in a new world
There you will never grow old
There you will never die
I have peace in my heart
For I am reconciled by God’s mercy
My father in heaven comforted me
Now I know you are happy there
The pain I felt
The pain that tortured me
Will never torment me again
You departed with all my tears
With all my strength
With all my hope
And with all my faith
But God gave me a thousand reasons to smile
In am now back on track

Rest in peace dear mother,
It was the will of God
Who am I to question him?
I never did when you were given to me
And somehow I knew this day will come
Let his name be exalted
We meet again Mother
This I know.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE EARTH

I can not help but wonder
When God created the earth
How did He think of all the things
It takes to make it work

I know God is God
And He knows all things
But the things I've been a witness to
How do they work I mean

The lava boils deep in the earth
Why does it need to leave
And when it does break through the crust
It becomes a volcano to us

It has destroyed all in its path
What of the hole it leaves behind
The cavity eventually caves in
And then the mountains do begin

Mean while the surface heals itself
The wind and rain step in
The soils that are blown and washed in
Help heal the scars again

What of the ash from the volcano
As it infiltrates the air
As it settles it brings death
Such as ASH FALL in Nebraska 
Where the rhino's met their end

And what of the earth quakes
As the earth seems to shake in pain
The cracks that they leave behind
Form gullies and ravines

The oil, the gas, the silver, the gold
The floods, the tornados, the drouths, the cold
Fires caused by lightenings sting
Are all under Mother Natures wing

The animals before man's time
Lived and died as was designed
And still the earth went on and on
And healed it self from dusk to dawn

And now that man is here
It has to work harder
It is there to heal the wounds
That man seems to father

Then we have the food chain
Land and water both provide
And if man doesn't watch his step
Fathom waits outside

Now and then it does rebel
It gets the upper hand
Tornados, blizzards, hurricanes
Volcanos and desert sand

The scars the wars do leave
Mother Nature does her best
If only we'd learn to live in peace
She could take a rest

And all the stupid things man does
Like building homes along a high cliff
Then when Mother Nature does her thing
Bet you can guess who takes the blame

The heavens, the earth were made by God, 
And for eons they did survive
Then God created man, 
If they don't work side by side
Neither of them will abide

I guess I answered my own question
I just had to use my brain
Thank You God for all Your help
I hope it's not in vain


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Aunt Floe

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

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


Details | Sonnet | |

A Contraceptive Pill

Afore falling in his arms they advice to think twice
Unregretful I act beyond my surprise
It’s the grip of a force, a force here to claim
Compelling, like a moth drawn to the flame

Every night encloses the heat of flaming souls
But sun kissed morning plays a wicked role
To my realization it brings an obvious question
What next to prevent conception?

Like always, I pop in a pill to save the bill
My guy admires the worth of a contraceptive pill
It causes side-effects. Ah! How would he know?
He enjoys the freedom of reckless show

Nevertheless, I look at kids and admire their innocence
Wish the pill could kill within me my maternal pretence!


Details | Haiku | |

Surf Therapy

Mother Ocean please
Send me waves of such beauty
I need Therapy


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.


Details | Limerick | |

A Pill Fits the Bill

Mama eagle’s dear chickies were ill,
so she told them to lie very still.
“You just wait here for me,”
she said most tenderly.
Then she flew off to get them a pill.

Baby eagles, like most kids, detest,
taking pills. Mom returned to the nest
with dead mice in her bill
which concealed the crushed pill
Doctor Stork had prescribed with good rest!


For John Freeman's
 "Pure Thoughts On Nature Poetry Contest"


Details | Free verse | |

The Jellyfish Chronicles

Beneath my tendrils,
Hidden by waves of despair
Lie Souls lost in storms nightmare
No cross, or family visitors,
 Except crabs and eels 
And curious seals

Picking away at the last semblance
That made them once human
The seas sermon, their last chaplain
A sunken boat, company for the last captain

The sea has many secrets
And I know her spirit well
For I am the last witness
To ships that sink
To gulls that die
To hear the whales that cry
To see the births,
Far away from man’s eye
 
I cast my shawl
Up mountains hidden
By current and canyon
I watch with my many eyes 

The dolphins panic caught in trawlers net
Whose whistle, the final lament
Asphyxiation the cruel torment

The finless shark, the once proud ruler of this realm
Writhes in clouds of blood, while enemies swoop
Victim to another’s, gourmet soup

All is secret, for the sea hides many things
Her coral cities and sea horse prairies
But locked away in Davies locker
Oil and gas, 
The treasure and the waste
She is the mother of all,
And the reaper of her domain

And I am left to wonder
For her embrace is mine to share
 For I am the jelly fish, and I am a witness
To all who have wronged
This place where I belong

And now I see the virgin iceberg
A last paradise where man is not welcome
Leave my mother be, and leave her children’s kingdom

Let the cold be her knight,
Let the bears rule the night
And let nature be the light.
For I am just a jellyfish

Wandering my home, the sea,
You go to yours and let mine be.
For the sea will always be a part
Of you, and  me.
And that is how, to respect my home, the sea

Footnote: Thejellyfish has over twenty eyes, more than any other creature on the planet 


Details | Sonnet | |

Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber



French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD
Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Lyric | |

Matricide/Mother Earth

I have come to accept the possibility
that I, myself, may be partially to blame       (my compost pile of shame)   

that I may have stroked the very wheel         (unable to feel)
that, set in motion, is the cause of
so much pain                                             (unsheltered in the rain)

Silently suffering through endless winters      (embers, cinders)
without anticipation of Spring                       (hope an ethereal thing)
                                                               
blind to Mother Earth's gifts                         (tenuous unfelt shifts)
the colors, the scents of her blossoms          (habitually playing possum)
deaf to the melodies of the birds                 (knowledge lost, language
                                                                        unheard)                 
as they sing

She calls to me but my barriers are thick      (mentally stunted, physically sick)
densely scarred and wounded                        (as I am, to the quick)

As the sludge chokes the seabirds               (screaming their lost words)
and the fishes                                           (murdering Piscean wishes)
as Her forests are cleared by those
both greedy and vicious
I feel Mother Earth tremble                          (demons assemble)
beneath my feet
hear Her sigh as I place a hesitant finger     (shaking, letting it linger)
on Her weakened pulse
thready and irregular
We are killing Her, Mother Earth,
mother of us all, matricide                          (no longer can we hide)
listen, listen to Her heartbeat...

I may have stroked the very wheel...        


Details | Free verse | |

The Backside of Killington Mountain

Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.

My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside
I can see the untamed, wild and free side of Mother Nature's: True being
Where deers have no fears, and the Bald Eagle soars Free

I once did a recue mission there, and when all were safe, I walked
Into the forrest of Nature,where mankind had never before intruded
I walked where the Deer, Bed. where the eaglets squawked for food

I saw the Black Bear awake; "Good Morning Mrs. Black Bear"she Yawned
And walked away.I heard the Evergreens giggle as melting snow ticked Pines
The Serenity,Tranquility,enveloped me in Nature's Wonder of the World.
      Inspired by Linda(PD) with her Contest: 7 Wonders of the Ancient and
                     New World. This POEM is one of my 7 Wonders.
This is Dedicated to all POETS who have written about the Autrocitys of 
Mankind to "  Nature or THE Beauty of Mother Nature in Rhyme "
                           This is not a Contest Entree


Details | Rhyme | |

A Planet In Despair

 
As this planet's caretakers 
Just what have we done 
To our dear mother earth 
For our luxuries and fun 

Torturing and killing 
This celestial body 
Surrounded by stars 
Writhing and rotting 

Poisons poured down 
Atmosphere's throat 
With toxic chemicals 
The planet we soak 

The rapid destruction 
Of the ozone layer 
At the unmerciful hands 
Of nature's true slayer 

The one's who steal 
And live to destroy 
The forests and trees 
And nature's true joys 

Killing the wildlife 
All over the map 
Considered mere beasts 
Yet the savage is man 

We take down their homes 
Without second thought 
We butcher and slaughter 
Vile planet we've wrought 

No, life on this earth 
Is not just our own 
For the taking and raping 
We have done all alone 

We have only created 
A planet in despair 
An earth crying out 
Do we even care? 

Our oceans now filled 
With poisonous oil 
Spilled by the greed 
Of those who toil 

For the very last drop 
Of our liquid gold 
To life in these waters 
Our hearts ever cold 

Often left entirely soaked 
Dripping with damage done 
Those that are left to die 
In oceans of oil and muck 

As the number of animals 
At our ever brutal hands 
Decline and go extinct 
With them diminish our lands 

Each and every single day 
They struggle to survive 
Even the most illiterate 
Can read it in their eyes 

They are the true victims 
Under man's brutal dominion 
Who along with us, pay the price 
The eventual planet's oblivion 

For what man does gain 
With all his luxuries 
Is mother earth destroyed 
The defenseless suffering 

Yes, I am a tad disturbed 
By man as he still covets 
But pay no mind for all I am 
Is a disgruntled, middle-aged poet 


Copyright © 2010 Camille Rose Castillo 



Details | Blank verse | |

Nature's love

Lying in the grass with my eyes closed, Listening to the nature who sings to me till i fall in sleep, The sun shines on my skin and makes me warm, The wind blows trough my hair it makes me feel free and wanting to sing along, I stand up and dance with the birds singing around me, feeling the grass under my feet so alive, with all this i now know that mothernature lives inside. If we keep hurting her she wont be strong enough to protect us, Show back the beautiful love she shares with us, you will regret if you don't and you lose it someday.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane


Details | Couplet | |

Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…


Details | Free verse | |

Speculum Naturae Matris - Mother Nature's Mirror

Many tales encase mirrors
both glittering and new,
still the reflections portrayed
may become distorted by a single
crack thus one becomes many.
Light absorbed and then broken
in to an array of colour; many
smiles surround the boundless
room of Mother Nature’s good will.
The purest of white floats across
the bright blue sky,
like magical boats carrying
the very essence of innocence.
Then yet human nature is selfish
thus reflecting a darker side;
we all harbour inner demons that
manifest themselves, like the
sly virus created by man that
leaves a path of destruction
across and within nature’s niches.
But still Mother Nature forgives
for her resilience is beyond the
claws of man; She will remain even
when we are gone for day and night
are locked in an eternal cycle for
ever to be the mirror in to
which we peer in to her world.
Regardless of our selfish nature
She will always be heard whenever
we need teaching from wrong to right; 
her voice is always there in the 
form of eruptions from her fiery belly,
violent quakes from within her soul 
and almighty thunder from within 
her powerful lungs creating 
tornadoes and hurricanes alike.
Still Mother Nature is forgiving
but our inner demons continue to
shadow the mirror in to her world
thus we are destined to overstep
our limitations and end up trapped
in a whirlpool of denial and false
hope.


Details | Personification | |

JUXTAPOSED

~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh! Humanity,

Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve completely lost your sanity.
 
Did you forget how to grow?
Every one of you was planted row by row.
Did your heavenly Father not nurture you with love?
Did He not make the rains fall from up above?
Oh where is your heart?
Who gave you your first start?
 
Oh! Humanity,
What vanity!
 
Oh! Humanity,
What profanity!
 
Daylight hours just wash ashore,
With simple lives from once before!
Have you forgotten your heavenly Mother?
And what about your heavenly Brother?
Where is your Godforsaken mind?
What happened to being loving and kind?
 
Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve provoked such a calamity!
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Billy Buttons

Billy Buttons under the Celery Pines free verse Billy Button's downy foliage Burst open with large gold blooms. Midst thousands of dandelion's green Above, celery pines tip their plumes. Grasslands wave contently in the fields Missouri golden rods climb the hill. Broom beard grass and buffalo clover Send subtle earthy scents, cross my sill. Mulberry's beckoning to the blue ash, Creeping soft grass hides the jasmine crepes. Water pond seeks dry nooks and crannies As nature swags her majestic drapes. All of nature is alive and full of romance Kissed by morning dew she opens her buds Her long silky fingers rustle all to wake Bejeweling earth in vibrant colored studs. Carole Cookie Arnold 2010


Details | Sonnet | |

Bless it be Thee!

May 27, 2010

Bless it be Thee!

Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!

Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.

You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.

Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010


Details | Limerick | |

Mothers Day

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


Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


Details | Rhyme | |

Cutting Cheese 2

Now that I'm retired
And know I can't be fired
I'll do anything I damn well please
And I don't give a hoot
Who hears me when I toot
For I have grown acustomed to the cheese
Old women and old men
As they grow nearer their end
Really just don't care what people think
Say and do what's on their mind
For as they age they find
They kinda like to raise a little stink


Details | Rhyme | |

Paper and Plastic, is Man Fantastic

Me, I'm just part of mother earth
I'm just a little particle
At least mother earth knows I'm worth

Me and other particles
We make up her ground
For purity it is, it's found all around

For millions of years
We absorbed so many things
Decaying plants and flesh
In daily life it brings

Then the day arrived
With the experiments of man
Creating what was never here
Was it in their future plans

I can still recall the day
Seeing a fluttering near me
It was so white, drifting like a leaf
But I couldn't picture the tree

Beside me it lay
Not for long, just a couple of weeks
Here, then it was gone
Us particles no longer weeped

The fortunate in us lived on
Living many, many years
But this day I'll always remember
Us particles choked, and lingering tears

Generations now have passed
The same colour, white like the paper
This time it never left
Mans creation, who cares, their caper


Details | Personification | |

Natures Nomenclature

Cool is the air, cool is the sea,
Everything seems splendid, like season of blee.
Being on the banks, how I wonder…
God has created our planet, with no scope of blunder.
Flows with a flow, our flowing river,
Deludes everyone in sunshine, the flow of the silver.
Sings on high notes, a group of lark,
Accompanied by blossom flowers, on branches of the bark.
Mountains touch the widest sky,
Like one’s imagination, with an ambition so high.
Unsteady is my state of mind, trying to flee,
Similar to the wave, moving in the sea.
Around me was everything like the air I breathe,
Now I can only see nature endeavoring death.
Responsible are we, for we spoiled the blend,
The world which is dooming, is by our dirty hand.
There is no other way except praying on our knee,
Oh dear nature! Please guide, as your children are we,
We will take in our hands, to spread the glory of nature,
Oh dear mother! Enlighten our way with your nomenclature.
                                                                  
                                                                  -‘Panchi’ Panchal Hitesh


Details | Free verse | |

Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


Details | Ballade | |

The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

Oh how she hides behind that shell
Lets no one see her feelings
She’s practical in everything
But those feelings have her reeling
She’s sensitive, and hurt easy
And her moods they be so many
And yet she has not one bad bone
Malice, she has not any.

She be the one for queen and country
Digs into history
She’s always loyal to her kin
She loves her family
She’ll protect them with her life
Don’t no one touch her man!!!
She has a brilliant memory
And she’ll get you when she can.

Her mother, she loves very much
But her children more than that
Wherever there be family
That’s where she would be at
And how she loves to entertain
And cook delicious food
And always she will be a mother
In her heart will be her brood

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


Details | Personification | |

Mother's Favorite Child

I am Mother Nature's earned retreat
and she surely has her reasons,
she needs a break from the demands,
made by the other seasons.

Spring insists on soft pastels,
Fall boasts orange hues bright,
Summer spins her color wheel.
Me? I'm fine in white.

When mother lays her paintbrush down,
I do my very best,
to sketch a silver tapestry,
while she takes a rest.

On the shoulders of a North wind
my icy fingers freeze, while
lacy snowflakes dance and sway
like diamonds in the breeze.

Known as January,
I’m beautiful, windy and wild,
always welcoming me with open arms,
I'm Mother Nature's favorite child.


Details | Sonnet | |

AFRICA

In the kingdom of the Waters
She sits enthroned on its womb
Flanked by the silver facet Atlantic-Indiana
As the barking tides wrestle her marble feet

In the court of the Tropics
She is robed in green foliage of ancient savannah
Adorned with pearls of arid sands,
With ivory mountain and cincture of rift

In the mythic boarder of the Equator
She rests at the footstool of the fierce sun
Comforted by cloud’s tears
And caressed by solemn winds

In the royal neighborhood of Continents
She locks horn with Europe
In the witness of Asia
And her offspring Madagascar 


Details | I do not know? | |

Blue Rose

The Blue Rose
secretly grows
upon a Hill of Heathers
where?
seldom do know

Songs speak of its
existence
but few have lived to see
its rich blood blue petals
smells of sweet ginger and honey

The legend has it
the blue rose can cure
a thousand different ailments
although, I am not
sure

My Grandmother told me
if you eat three petals
before you sleep
the disease which
infects, out of you
it will seep

Not many have heard
the powers of the 
blue rose
for it secretly grows
where seldom
do know


Details | Rhyme | |

Mother Nature and Old Father Time

Mother Nature met Old Father Time, and what a good time they had
They cavorted for quite along while, she a girl, him a bit of a lad.
Then one day when Father Time, a wrinkle set in mother natures plan
All those things she gave birth too, he decided he's not a fan.
The renewal of all things good, Mother Nature sent our way
Father time lets them flourish, and then sends them on their way.
Mother Nature keeps giving birth, a wondrous mother she proves to be
But Old Father Time throws his tantrums, he tries to be the boss of she.
So the mother and father that we all know are still battling day by day
But let’s let them get on with it, and try not to get in either ones way.
© ~GG~ 07’03’2013



Details | Rhyme | |

Always the same

I remember the smiles
From a thousand miles,
The crowd that gathered,
The smiling baby to be fathered,
The blessings made,
That their hopes do not fade,
I heard the general chorus,
The strength, the happiness, the force.
But a different group,
Came in a huge troop,
All, new faces of a different birth,
To witness a fallen strength.


Details | Acrostic | |

If You Think

If You Think...

If you think a love like a mother will exist, there and then  
You must have been building castles in the air and thus 
 Need a medic or an injection to kill that feeling of an outcast-
 A shadow of falsehood you’ve been chasing.
 Friends like mothers will exist no doubt about that
I'm but particular about if boldly will exist in instant world, where 
Sailing through has no backfire or low indignation, where  
 Right to freedom and possession would not be denied, where 
 Behind your backs, you would have all sides’ safety
Like the baby in the mother's womb, or the sun in the sky.
 A bounty ground, a must be aftermath of the journey on free
 Bridge on the cross roads, and lanes, and water, and bushes
 Over the mountain; the rock, the valley and the hill, and on the
 Troubled memory of liquors, women, demigods and kings of miseries?
 Water full of love is only a reservoir for the Creator asides mothers. 
I may be viewed as uncivilized or sound barbaric by this logic, but reasons 
 Will proclaim reality in my tone, stand and modest mood.
 “Ease! Be at ease!!” The breeze from the mothers’ bosom’s recollections sway, that 
Your mind would seek forgiveness and refuge from her, then the All Forgiver. Then true
Mind will redeem and have the lasting rest of his life, yield to and fulfill mother’s wish. 

A.O
19/2/2014

________________________________________
Note: Mothers addressed here may not necessarily be ones biological mother. It could be he or she who is never sick or tired of listening to you, hearing your plights or problems and helping you proffer solutions to them. He or she never discourages, never over-pampers and pray for your success at all times...
________________________________________ Please visit "About this poem"


Details | Rhyme | |

The Power of One Hour

For just one hour, we live as our ancestors did
     Reading, writing, sharing the Earth by candlelight
From our obligations to Mother Nature we hid
     Our eyes have become blinded, one with the night

Nature’s bounty has been squandered for too long
    We strip forests, mines, and drill for oil in pristine sea
Should we have expected no punishment for this wrong?
     Wouldn’t you prefer a world where creatures all run free?

These cages, prisons, contain endangered species
     At 8:30 tonight though, Mother Nature is taking charge
Locked doors will open, even the one your heart sees
     Is one hour without light enough time to recharge?



Written March 29, 2012 for Nikko’s “Beyond Earth Hour” challenge
"If you can, please turn off your lights for an hour 
on Earth Hour 2012 ---March 31 ----8:30pm. Thanks :)" 


Tip:  Wait until hot summers or cold winter to turn on the heat and air.  I cut my utility bill in half by “dressing” for the temperatures, rather than use heat or air conditioning.  In the summer I turn off the hot water – cool water feels much better on a hot day.


Details | Quatern | |

The Wurm Turns

And so, the wurm has turned within
the crust of angered Mother Earth.
The skies will weep, the oceans leap,
a hurricane of terror bawls.

We've torn flesh from her bones.
And so, the wurm has turned within
the hollow spaces gape, sore wounds,
man kind and his hoard, dross.. succumb.

Earth's breath, the wind, snaps at the trees,
limbs and roots are torn asunder.
And so, the wurm has turned within
a parasitic dream unfolds.

Who will devour, feed, free, destroy
a quandary for the sentient?
A dark outcome, long foretold  
and so, the wurm has turned within.



Proverb is first recorded in John Heywood's 1546 collection of proverbs in the form:
"Tread a woorme on the tayle and it must turne agayne." 
(Henry VI, part III).Shakespeare,"The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on" 

The proverb means, 'even the most humble will strike back if abused enough', 
and certainly we are abusing Mother Earth.

*wurm is also a double entendre for dragon of which some say the earth
is merely the shell holding the Mother of all Dragons


Details | Blank verse | |

Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Free verse | |

Morning Martyrs

Their fiery blossoms swayed against the sky
In breezy weather and Mama and I
played games, describing how
the long, gold-tipped pistils wrote,
on air, sweeping pollen poems.
No eye that saw could help but read.
Their blooms were red against the green,
And in the early morning wet we deemed
We saw the blood of homegrown heroes,
Who died for duty, deftly limned ---
Dreams to occupy two minds
That loved the moves, in wind,
Of red hibiscus past their primes.


Details | Verse | |

BULLET THOUGHTS

hushed by angels singing do re mi
dark cloudy skies grin to twinkling stars
casting a spell of sweet romance...

--------------------

skies unending tears
seeps and seize humans and beasts
abstract earth portrait

-------------------

dozen thorns only a rose
who will care to bear the bloom?
bracing it's petal scented swells..

----------------

liquid drops drumbeats
it's fall drench the trees and soil
newly bath earth..

---------------------

small fingers curl---
.............................tear falls from mama's cheek

----------------------------------------------------------

amidst falling rain---
............................warm bodies dance
-----------------------------------------------------------

scarlet blossom stretch---
.......................................scream of innocence
_________________________________

©O. E. Guillermo
12:36pm-- December 06, 2014


Details | Haiku | |

noritake haiku

in spring she whispers a sip of shinto sun wen lotus sways below cobalt sky a thought of sobo pink cherry blossom's swirl the porcelain plate hands folded in prayer _______________________________________________________ Sobo- Grandmother Shinto- All Nature / Worship / Ancestors / Spirit / Belief / Sacred Power Noritake Cobalt / Piled 3-high / A Sip Saki or Sake' then passed / Three Three Nine / A Geisha gets her name / Shinto


Details | Light Poetry | |

Petals In The Wind

Petals In The Wind

As the chrysalis splits open and squeezes out the butterfly
Its wings wet and wrinkled until they have the time to dry
As the bud bursts in the first warm sun of spring
Opens up its petal and accepts the bee without a ring.

As the blossoms open one by one to bloom and grow
Petals opening wide revealing all they have to show
Waiting their turn until it’s then their time to fall
As all in turn wither, and cover the ground as a shawl.

The petals slowly wither and dry as sure as the bee
Did his pollinating job so well and so beautifully 
The petal dries no longer needed, its job now done
It leaves the branch floats on the breeze, catches the last ray of sun.

As it floats with each gasp that Mother Nature blows
It twists and turns flirting with life wherever it goes
Till its trapped and it falls back to the ground in decay
Feeding back its mother earth, nutrients for another fine day.

© 22/01/2013 ~GG~

Contest Entry: Petals In The Wind


Details | Rhyme | |

The long ago scent.

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haibun | |

Surreal Nature


We set out at birth of day in search of serenity and bursts of discovery. I felt alive, almost new, like the morning mist and wide-eyed baby I carried on my back. Dawn’s filtered light stroked our cheeks promising a brilliant sunrise. “Soon”, I whispered to my rosy child who gazed in wonder, “very soon”. His coos, like a melody, pranced on delicate breeze, charming squirrels out of hiding. Tiny hands coaxed falling leaves to dance as I inhaled shapes of crisp autumn. Dawn's masterpiece invoked my own childlike awe, and I wore a smile like my favorite sweater. 

morning blushes
in effortless smiles
innocent once more

Nature’s breath swirled, enchanting us as brittle leaves rustled underfoot. The branches above, almost bare, swayed to greet our attendance of autumn’s opening performance. In the distance, apple trees speckled with pink and white blossoms met the horizon. The picture of indescribable beauty stirred my spirit, and I turned to find my own brown eyes watching, content. My surroundings, surreal, were wrapped in our blushing smiles as my voice became a prayer of gratitude for earth and sky, mother and child, pale memories, vibrant reflections, and the joy of all to come. 

dawn creates
an ageless splendor
inspiring rebirth 





10-2-2013



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

MOM I'm Pregnant

What shall I say to her?

What if she knows?

Can she tell that I carry another soul?

As I wonder what would I tell mom...

All these thoughts paced through my head,

I should have NEVER laid in his bed...

Sweet nothings was ALL that he said...

He got what he wanted, then left, just fled...

I was weak a young victim a surely misled...




 When I confessed to my mother,

That I had slept with my lover,

And in a few months she'd be a grandmother...

Her face turned cherry red, yet words where still unsaid...

Days turned into months,

My belly stuck out further in front...




 Finally we spoke today,

She said "When is he due?"

I replied "This May the 8th."

She said "She loves me!"

That was it, nothing else to say but "I love you too mom, in a special way!"


For it will be a blessed Mothers Day...


My Statistic: Life is challenging enough, it tends to be even
Harder for adolescence because they don't
Know as much as they think they
Know in actuality they don't. But mistakes and accidents are
Apart of life.... You live and you learn...


Details | Couplet | |

Greening the blue Does it include you


Earth and environment preserved for us, all bountiful and all lush. Very pristine, pure and clean, Clear blue sky and lands jade green. Languid wings of breeze used to carry, Scents of flora and fauna fondly and airy. Sweet melodies of streams and brooks flowing, In the sky above, the rainbow, distinctly glowing. Lands laden with fruit bearing trees all around, Multi hued flowering plants growing wildly in the ground. But Greed in man to keep on plundering, Misguided enterprise in him keeps blundering. They call it modern technology, Sans care for mother earth, they surely owe ecology an apology. With the pollution that we mercilessly do, Will we be able to enjoy this in a year or two? Horrendous signs we see & hear, Blasphemous changes is near. Ice caps melting & dark winds blowing, Raindrops pelting & forests burning. Green lands shrinking, & wells drying, Erosion is increasing & ocean shores weeping & crying. Coal burning & ore reserves mining increasing, Gas basins exploding & oil reducing. Smog filled skies & expelled fumes, Oceans with films of crude, pesticide laden food to consume. Expanding concrete structures replacing torn down forests of trees, This is the environment that surrounds you and me Our world’s face will keep changing, Nature’s furies across continents rearranging. From impregnable depths to lofty mountain peaks, Nature in different form to mankind communicates and speaks. With fast paced & living large, Dwellers of planet earth forgot that it is mother earth is in charge. If we don’t mend our ways and treat her with distinction, We surely will be on the super highway to hurried extinction… To begin with from this day, take a pledge to do and to all say Plant a tree or a sapling in your yard, Keep watering it don’t worry about the soil being hard. Turn off the tap as you brush your teeth, And don’t waste water when you soap your hands and feet. Avoid napkins of paper use the cloth one, Try it & remember we used to carry a kerchief and sure was fun…. Use fabric grocery bags, And reuse cloth for rags…. Recycle all paper products that you can, Try yourself, half laundry loads in the machine to ban. When not in the room turn off the light Use energy efficient bulbs for improved sight. Walk more and drive less, Stop spilling gasoline & reduce the mess…. be at home or in foreign lands, Remember the environment is always in your hands.


Details | Tanka | |

Roses Without Thorns

Roses without thorns are like cherries without pits. Child without mother. There is no way possible. One must come with the other.


Details | Free verse | |

Our Eternal Mother

Every day is different but the 
cycle of day and night remain
the same.
Some may say that happiness
is made and not given but
many are deprived of this
emotion.
Seas and oceans are both
dominated by moving energy
and thus waves are born,
but stillness is never far
behind.
The very essence of life
itself is some times
masked by our selfish
nature; we take but rarely
give back.
Regardless of our very nature
life continues on even if we
are gone from this earth.
Some say death is a burden
but it is part of life; we are
born and then taken away
however it may be.
History repeats itself, like a
broken record unable to 
move on to the next chorus
of song.
Still words are eternal however
how it is done; songs, writing,
hieroglyphs or even prehistoric
art, they all project meaning and 
one of many may become part
of the puzzle still to be discovered
for life has many secrets yet to
be shared among the souls of this
earth; eternal and alight like
the sun and stars held by
the invisible hands of our
Mother.


Details | Senryu | |

Earth Angel

Earth’s Angel
Her salient wings glowed;
With love she cradled wild world,
All rested in peace.


Details | Quatrain | |

Song To Mother Earth

Mother Earth spinning on your centre
while revolving around Father Sun
making day and night on your surface
and the different seasons every one  

Your flesh provides the vital substance
on which trees, plants and grasses feed
and become food for birds and animals
who partake of them as they need

Some of those birds and animals 
feed others higher in the food chain
and become part of the eco cycle
which continues full circle again

All living things decay when they die
and return to you dearest mother 
to become substance that feeds plant life
and start off a new eco chapter 

Rain and snow from the sky bring water
that feeds the lakes, seas and rivers
which have a food chain of their own
among all their different creatures

Water from the sea becomes vapour
and rises as a cloud formation 
which precipitates as rain and snow
and water after condensation

Sun and Earth combine in harmony
doing so since before our birth
Thank you for feeding all living things
Our dearest blessed Mother Earth


Details | Lyric | |

Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.


Details | Free verse | |

A delicious day

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed
by the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks
My bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I idly watch
a beach life unfold

Bustling mother’s set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
thick with togs and towels
Buckets, spades
strewn all around
a picnic stored carefully
under a shady umbrella,
they gather the children
skip giddy with glee
slapping sunscreen 
on lithe limbs
with index finger
warnings
of do's and don'ts.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
their chubby faces 
alive with imagination
as nimble bodies 
straddle the sand,
all wrapped up 
in mounds of castles
studding their dreams 
with pearly shells 
and whispering tales
of pretty princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tip toeing warmth
into the chilly sea
up to their waists in
crested waves
dipping and diving,
an ocean of laughter
as young lads play
splashing and yelling
a ball in the air
they plunge.

Picking up my sandals,
I walk up the beach
under the bridge
past crimson valerian 
It’s balmy perfume 
scenting a delicious day


Details | Couplet | |

MORNING GLORY

At the crack of dawn, silently slipping out of the silky night Angelic faces wearing dreamy smiles, my day's first sight The crowing rooster just rubbing his sleepy red eyes The sun, on the other side of east, snoring loud and nice As I saunter into kitchen- "Mum's cafe, twenty four hours open" To begin nourishing my motherly duty with tender devotion Goddess Venus in a clear sky inspiring me, shining bright Blessing me with her vision, may the rest of day be alright Slowly as wakefulness dawns upon God's creatures on Earth I pack delicious bounties cooked on my ever faithful hearth Peering out I feast my eyes on a pair of frolicking proud peacocks Doves preening by the window sill, I wake lil one with sweet talks The skies still a bit dark and the breeze blowing soft and cool I pack off my first born, bag n all, with a hug and a kiss to school Prayers in a distant temple, chants and the sonorous bell ringing Aroma of hot chocolate, ginger tea fills home, I work softly singing When the rising crimson sphere bursts the splendor of his glory Feeding breakfast to a robust toddler, each bite, a new story! He'd bounce off soon to his playing den, cuddle his teddy and lie Sipping some refreshing tea, my hand at writing poetry I shall try. Yesha Shah 8/8/2012 For: A Couplet morning contest by Francine Roberts


Details | Verse | |

-PLANT TREES A GLOBAL FACT-


                                                                    Is
                                                                global
                                                              warming
                                                              another
                                                            conspiracy?
                                                       It takes no genius
                                                      to figure out that if
                                                you hack down millions and
                                               millions of hectare of forests
                                                each year and replant only
                                             but fraction, there surely then
                                           will be an imbalance, you will get
                                      wrong answers, the sums will not work
                                    out. So global warming is not just another
                                     conspiracy but a global warming down to
                                 earth gospel fact. Plant trees to feed the earth.
                              Plant trees to bring on the rains, plant trees all over
                            the world, plant trees to turn deserts into oasis's again.
                          Plant trees to prove that man cares, plant trees to keep
                       the drought away,. Planting trees to cool down the suffering
                    earth. Planting trees feeds the peoples, the animals and the birds
                                                        so now please
                                                          believe that
                                                       global warming
                                                          is a global 
                                                          fact, plant
                                                        trees now to
                                                       save the world.
                                      Plant trees for mankind to survive.


Details | Free verse | |

To Mother-Nature

I seek immortality in two days’ life, Preserve me mother-nature,in your greenary. I seek no mutability My destination is not grave, Save me mother-nature, in your lap. I seek peace in your surreal beauty, Permit me mother-nature,to play with your colours. I seek longevity like that old mountains, Entwine me mother-nature,in your essence. I seek no disappearance like that morning dew, Let me flow mother- nature,with that river. I seek joys In your broader chest, Hug me mother-nature,with your strong boughs.
[to my mother and also to beautiful nature ]


Details | Sedoka | |

Living Scent Inhale

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Love of those roses
      Red ones your favorite hue
           Your burial shroud
                 Love of running roses
                       Pale pink my favorite hue
                           Living scent inhale


Sponsor:^Rick Parise
Contest: Ancient Song


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Winter is near

  
 Summer is gone winter is near the rain will come the leaves will fall the sky will turn gray and the clouds will roll in. In addition, the birds will fly south for their winter break. Forevermore, when the leaves start to grow back, the flowers come out, and the bees are buzzing. For their the birds will be back, with all their little ones all so nestled in their nest with mother feeding them from beak to beak, as you can hear them singing a beautiful tune.
You cannot help but think how wonderful and beautiful the birds can sound as their mother is feeding them from beak to beak.



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I Tarry in your Garden

Mama Earth I beckon unto you,not to turn your back on me ,I am your weary child but I am
still smiling.  In the morning I want to go to your beautiful garden ,where the breeze is
light and the sun shines through the trees softly glistening, Mother are you listening? I
want to Tarry while  birds still sing, after the torrent rain;  And mother ask Father Sky
to forgive us here.  In your garden I do grow... you have woven me a garment anew. I
deliberate in your garden: Where the Eagles rest and the Robins nest; As I  put on my
garment of dew...I want to tarry for awhile in your garden, in my garment so befitting.. I
love you Mother, before and after the torrent rain; Then suddenly my heart runs rapid: I
hear Father Sky's loud thunder,ask him to forgive us for the plunder! I look up to see my
brother the Moon; My Ancestors are the stars.  So I tarry in your Garden Mother saturated
in your wet kiss,The only sacred place for me; I am fulfilled in your perfect Bliss .                                                                                   
      End Poem
                                                                                   
                                                                                         


Details | Diamante | |

SHE'S A REAL MOTHER

         FLOWERY FOOLS

I totally take gardenias for granted
As do I the petulant petunias someone planted
I neither bless nor bow to any bouquet
Nor any overused flowery cliché
I walk by the willows and never weep
And I wish morning glories wouldst, all day stay asleep
No oak is okay with me
And may the graves of those gardenias soon come to be

The rain gives the garden sustenance as does a sunny sky
While I stroll by a stand of birch and wish they all would die
I care not to see a rose arise 
But pray the buds bid all goodbyes
I don’t give a damn when a forest is on fire
And I’m telling all you fools Mother Nature is a f*****g liar
For me there is nothing as fabulous as the forest aflame
And the spark t’was Mother Nature as i  curse her name
             ©  2011.…..Phreepoetree   ~free cee!~ 


Details | Haiku | |

Triple Haiku-SNOW AND WONDERMENT

JACK'S SNOWMAN

It took three whole days
for Jack to build a snowman;
he's as tall and strong


THRILLED BY SNOW

They are thrilled and scream..
playing in the deep, fresh snow;
they cannot their mom 


PONDERING MYSTERY

Heart, take a quick look: 
isn't winter's glittering snow 
so mysterious?



Details | Free verse | |

I love you more

What can I render to the Lord for all His gifts to me
His love
His Grace 
His forgiveness
His sacrifice
His faithfulness
His Joy
He who took MY SINS
His abounding Mercy
His fathomless love
His total commitment to my salvation
To my wholeness
To my welfare
To my emotional stability
To giving me eternal life
He gave a pure white robe to cover me with HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS

Because of Jesus-I now know Him as an adoring Father. 
A Brother who will always walk so close I feel His presence and who always watches over me.
A mother whose words and affections surround me daily with care like a Mother hen
Proverbs:1:8

What can I render to the Lord who took my pain
Who in His own body was wounded and bore the sorrows and my grief I was to going through and the mistakes and the sin ready at every moment to try and trick me out through my life-time- 
He sent His WORD- His LIGHT to enlighten my darkness and show me clearly the road I should take-(Proverbs: chapters 1to 9)

Yes YOU were always ready to defend me, a helpless orphan- for without YOU as my Dad and as my mother- I was abandoned to this world-
But Now I can cry with all my heart- ABBA FATHER I love you - But YOU say
          
               I 
     LOVE  Y  MORE 
              O
              U 

What can I render to the LORD- MY God- whose precious pure blood was spilt to bear the sins of all our humanity- I will take ‘the cup’ of Your salvation and honor your name with my life- For only your pure blood is worthy to pay for all sin-I will confess your name before the world for which you died to save -and I will call upon your HOLY name - for your name alone is WORTHY- JESUS.

© Brenda V Northeast 28th  January 2012 


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AFRICA

AFRICA

 O beautiful woman,
Africa,
 Admirable woman of
the tropic,
 O lustre of the
earth bathed with
sunlight,
 Today and ever
 I bask in your warm
delightful bosom!

Black woman, fine
nature’s artwork 
From primeval
antiquity;
Well-endowed ‘scape,
heaved backside
Sitting on a vast
plateau
Washed from all
sides by 
Lakes, seas and
oceans!

Black beauty,
enrobed in lush
greenery,
Crowned with the
star;
Round her neck and
waist line
Adorned with
precious coral,
Gold, pearl, diamond
and sapphire!

Oko mi, whose
fecundity
Has flourished the
earth with life
Where faunae find
their natural home
And hominids take
their root!

O Mami, let your
soil be where
I spring up
And my remains form
your dust
On which aliens
would ever tramp
To behold your
charm!

Itsoghole.  




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Oku Sunkun Oku

In the spirit of the loss of a comrade (friend outside PS),
who kicked the bucket on 20th of this month,
coupled with the news about the death of Linda's (Pd) mother,
revealed by SKAT via her blog of 29th of the same month,
I sincerely surrender my pen to mourn the dead.
_______________________________________

WE MOURN OURSELVES

With no knowledge of that day
That God would call your name
Your sojourn with us we cherished
On your departure we did the same

Our heart tore when we lost you
You didn’t go home all alone
For part of us went with you
From the moment God called you home

You left us blissful memories
Your kindness and love remains our guide
There you’re, we can’t see you
But you’re always on our mind

This world you came alone
And this and us you left behind
For the next world we know
Would leave none of us behind

Your chain of friendship was broken
From the day God called you home
The gist, the grins, the cheers… are no more 
Left with you are your deeds in that new home

Your rope of kinship was severed
And things seized to seem the same
But when God takes us one by one
Our rope would tie and we’d all have a name 

________________________________________
   
I mourned with we the living and the dead
I believe we live to die
On the ground that death is inevitable.
 


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Embryo

Before a baby's born
Before a fetus forms
The egg without a shell
Starts off as a single cell 

Once the seeds are sown
And life begins to grow
Dividing in an ocean
Existence is set in motion 

Cells split and clump together
Holding on with invisible tethers
Pulsating begins to start
As joining cells create the heart 

Feeling the first thought
Of coziness and warmth
The distant sound of singing
A lullaby from the living 

Sprouting little limbs
Pink fleshy little things
The light inside her womb
Prepares to leave its tomb 

The canal opens wide
And everything's pushed outside
The gentle creeping wind
Crawls beneath the skin 

The lungs gasp for breath
The air so cold and fresh
Vocals stir a cry
As alien colours amaze the eyes 

Little person so fresh and new
So different from which you grew
Evolving from a small dividing device....
Behold the wonders of life!


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Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php



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Abundance

In the distance stood a vivid green tree
Full of delectable fruit
Birds housed in abundance  

© Brenda V Northeast 11th  March  2012


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Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
 
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
 
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
 
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


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The Mother Earth

     
            The Mother Earth

The fountain of your profound love
Gushing out with presents and gifts
Showering bounties, its treasure trove 
To all mankind your love drifts.

Your rivers and seas, forests and fields
Are full of provisions to banish hunger
You do not relent to meet our needs
You distinguish not between rich and poor

Your hidden treasures are not clueless for us
Your gold, silver, sapphires, diamonds
And precious pearls invite us to transgress
You serve us fruits, resins, cashews and almonds.

We owe our strength and courage to you.
Our bright eyes, our beauty and robust health
Are all your gifts to be honest and true
Your contribution is no less in amassing of wealth.

Your dazzling days and darkness of nights
Are skillfully designed for working and rest
Your changing seasons innovation invites
When dead our body enters your chest 

But thankless we are, we deface you with tar
We cut your trees and raise jungles of concrete
Our wastes poison your rivers, seas and air
And thus havocs like tsunamis greet.

You meet all my wishes and desires
I want much more, I can’t shed temptations
My closets filled with diamonds and sapphires
And garments of every description and narrations

You gave me dazzling youth and power
To ease my travel there is petrol, coal and gas
For my fields and gardens you gave shower
Colorful flowers, bees, butterflies like dancing lass 

You gave me power, strength and courage 
To face tyrannies of anguish you made me bold and tough
To confront life you gave me every advantage
My body strong like hawk and heart filled with love

I am lying on your grass spread like a rug
My mother come, give me a hug

Sintra, Portugal 6-12-2012








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Love

a little girl squeals
toddling through daises—
her mother smiles

Copyright
January 20, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Nothing BUT Love 
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich


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Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
call.
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
chance 
With his reputation,
there is no
hesitation; 
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
smooth 
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
ending. 
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
bending.
 	
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
anew.
It matters not
whether we all stay
together,
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
more.
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
threes, 
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one
well.

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
hours.
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
batch. 
This egg will be
food for his hungry
brood; 
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
hatch.
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
morning.
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without
warning.

to be continued...


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Sacred Mother Earth- Colors Of Nature

Oh Great Woman of all Nature
  Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
  with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
 

The golden, moon bathed Sands
  that are gently caressed
 by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers
Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above
  to delicately soothe and blend
with tears that flow from the broken hearted
 

Your moist, emerald green hills 
 filled with enchanting, lovely flowers 
of every elegant shade and hue
I have beheld the splendid beauty…
 of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs
of iridescent greens and golds
that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds
 

I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free
  in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies
I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor
  of your enchanting, golden harvest moon
as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image 
  so deep within my mind
 

All your violet-blue endless horizons
  Your smoky, gray mountains so grand
in the rose blue cool light of dawn
  Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue
The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones
   in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew
 

I pay Ode’ to you Great Mother Nature
  for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin
that hangs brilliant and dazzling...
   in your glorious skies of cerulean blue


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Mother Nature

The day was bright and sunny
The temperature was high
With skylarks singing sweetly
As they hovered in the sky

The babbling brook was babbling
To the sighing of the trees
The butterflies were coasting
Way up high upon the breeze

I gazed at all the wonders
Mother nature had in store
And I marvelled at her beauty
As I stood outside my door

That life affirming moment
Sent a shiver down my spine
So I went to watch the tele
With another glass of wine


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Sonnetina-HEAR THE PLEA OF MOTHER NATURE

My trees are being rampaged by man's cruelty;
doesn't he feel empathy when they crumble down,
to be shipped on barns and trains for huge profits?
And while my darlings don't bleed like he does, they suffer by far...
and they feel the same pain when the ax or the sawer fells them;
and they end up in crackling fireplaces for your holidays' glee,  
or adorn humble houses and the villas of the wealthy!
But be warned, heartless choppers, flood is your curse...
when the stripped cliffs can hold no rain, and entire towns
are swept away by mountain's slides; is this what you desire?



Hear the plea of Mother Nature,
a cry for sympathy to stop this madness, you extol me
with admiration, but fail to see how much beauty you take away from me!
Hear the plea of Mother Nature,
before all forests are gone and you are scorched by the hottest sun...
you'll run to find a shady refuge, but none will be found!
O noble men, who decreed on my behalf...
where have you gone? Rooselvelt was one of them,
a kindred President, who showed concern and saved most of them; 
think of us as humans who love life, but despise death! 




I invite you to take a walk among these trees,
still standing and protecting you from harm,
look up and see a wider sky with the sun in full power;
dehydrating small brooks that ones flowed undearneath the cool shade
of my maternal arms, so that you could savor the freshness of their water!
O vile and uncaring men, see how much destruction you have caused
for a fancy, not for an excused deed...a necessity not used prudently!
O protectors of wilderness, come forward and state your concern and wrath! 
if you agreed to beautify and protect my landscapes, which lay before you and beyond, 
they'd become, once again, the original garden your ancestors so delightfully revered!   



Hear the plea of Mother Nature,
to allow the fowl to glide over them and announce an up-coming storm,
to endow my soldiers with stregth and hold up their shields to fight heroically;
that's what you do when you are attacked by an intrusive tyrant to usurp and destroy,
I am not different from you...and I rely on intuition, not intelligence to halt
the fury of a tempest, or to diminish the howls of a rampaging wind!
Hear the plea of Mother Nature,
and gladly comply, to benefit from our invariable commitment;
Humankind depends on Nature for its survival, not Nature on Humankind, 
to make everything, created by His divine hand, last and glorify His purpose!   
  

Copyright 2009 By Andrew Crisci


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Fragile Eggs


Earth is fertile, eggs hatch, tender babes cry; Spring of rebirth from soil to sky. Lonely mothers reminded of tearful goodbyes. Baby birds fly from empty nests to see, body, soul, and spirit, life's trinity. Through passage from life to death, we each share breath of time, a fragile life, born of eggs. Beginnings - youth nurtured by mother, fair and father sky. Rising, our shells are dregs. Held in prayer, the Father hears mothers' begs. June 10, 2012 For Eggs Contest by Black Eyed Susan


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A Crystal that Darkens

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

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

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


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In Lost Time

I write to you my self, 
Sending you myself 
With words that I long for you
Need you and care about you 
Hope you, miss you, and want 
To share my heart, my life 
With you, all these written
On a piece of paper 
Capsule in time, in a bottle 
On the way to you
Somewhere some time
You shall get it. 
Floating across 
The seven seas
In lost time…


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Me

Jacqueline R.
Simple but Elegant
Daughter of my mother
Lover of Nature, colors Green and White
Who feels sad that the world is overpowered with darkness
Depressed that people are fighting
Happy that I'm different
Who would like to see all people in one faith, loving each other and have patience over all things
Reside in Daly City, California
Mendoza


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City Two

leotard atrocities may 
never have been led, 
down, 
the path of glory…  
had she not kissed the 
air in alphabetical designs, 


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Summer's Slumber -Kissing The Moon

                                                            
                                                                    **~~**

 
  The balmy summer breeze 
Gently caresses the harvest saffron moon
  While it dreams memories of autumn’s golden red kiss
Trees are shedding their emerald green summer tresses
  Kindly kissing the Earth as their garments fall gently below
And flowers have shed their vivid colorful dresses
  As crimson amber leaves gently anoint the ground for show
 
While Summer sheds her beautiful clothes -
  Mother Nature lovingly seduces her to dream
She's kissed the shore with her elegant colorful attire
  She has painted the world with her exquisite apparel 
So now it's time for her yearly seasonal retire
  She paraded us with her resplendent painted scenes
Blessed the birds in their angelic symphony of songs
  So now -it’s time for her to drink the dreams of slumber
Taking the cup of restful sleep - is now where she belongs
 
She asks the moon to wait patiently...
  For her splendid colorful return
When she'll paint the world with her radiant painted tresses
  Where once more her regal colors will burn
She'll brush the Earth in regal glorious colors 
  Dressing up again in her brilliant, picturesque dresses
As the ruby red blaze of autumn begins to kiss the Earth 
  With her dazzling hues of gold and coral valor 

But before she goes...
  She gently reaches out with her one last caress...
Softly whispering as she sweetly kisses the moon
  ”It’s time now for fall - it’s time for me to undress”
She softly breathes her dulcet ending tune...
  "Goodnight", she gently whispers ...
"I’ll see you soon Mr. Moon
   Please...will you wait for my return? 

Quietly - she drifts into her splendid, peaceful dreams…
  Slumbering peacefully - 
Safely harbored in Mother Nature’s loving arms 
  As mellow zephyrs gently caress autumn's waiting whispers
While the moon drizzles its shimmering dusty charms
  Serenading nature with his soft silvery tune 
As this luminous gleaming Luna Mister 
  Cordially opens his welcoming hands 
To September's colors of orange and golden browns
Awaiting the arrival of dancing petals
As he gently embraces autumn's leaf draped lands 

Next he’ll greet the season’s sister 
  From the pristine silverblue Northern Isles...
Awaiting dancing ivory snowflakes he'll cheerfully greet winter 
  With his warm welcoming golden smile 

 


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-Sunlight, Moonlight, Listen To Your Daughters Calls-

Fogive me Mother, I have not forgotten your grace,
That saved me with your celestial light from the dark,
I still stand ready to walk one day in your place,
Still ready for the training I will need before this path I embark,
The rain still decends and with the worlds tears, it cleanses my soul,
I pray for it to come, chant to you my song, and wonder why it will not fall,
The earth still shares with me, and I learn from all that it knows,
If only dearest Goddess you would listen to my calls,
Dearest mother, after which I am named, do not take from me your gifts,
The war readys near and you have not time enough, to find a new leader for us,
I still walk your path as your namesake, Ma'mam I swear, I have not forgotten this,
Without your guidence I am lost and in distress,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Mother that I bless...

Forgive me my father, I have not forgotten your warmth,
That gave me life, through your brilliant light, 
And saved me from the dead, cold dark,
I still stand ready, as your child warrior of white,
The wind still whispers to me ancient tales,
I pray for the dreams and yet I cannot tell why they wont retain,
The fire still burns bright within the sky, and I follow its ember trails,
Dearest God, without your guidence I will fall in pain,
Oh Father, do not steal your visions from me,
Without them I cannot see, and my Guides and I cannot talk and agree,
We send to thee, oh Father, an offering of sweet petal potpourri,
Do not revoke me for I am one of those chosen three,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Father, and I shall act as your emcee...


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Mother Celestial

The night, with everything humid Took us to the balcony Current of fresh air, the moon also ripe Amidst queries – we reached about stars Why the luminance, clusters, variance? Non astrologer, She did a best But one premise struck Each man has one up there She answered – to everywoman too Where is mine? That, she pointed: the brightest. Why . . . what about yours then? Mine is in you, son The place in your father’s house. And She was my mother! (Tribute to Elizabeth Adetutu Ojo)


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The Dead of Winter

In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel

The wind bites the cheeks as it whistles around the corner

The ice crystals sting the eye like a desert sand storm

Only to blind you with it's forceful gusts


The land becomes colorless filled with white

In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel

The trees become stripped of their leaves

And the wind howls through the branches


As the wind swirls and twirls

It freezes everything in sight

In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel

As sheer ice covers the landscape


The snow drifts begin to pile

looking like dunes of desert sand

The roads start to become impassable

In the dead of winter Mother nature is callous and cruel


In the dead of winter Mother nature is callous and cruel

The ponds and rivers freeze to solid ice

Snow storms hit with a powerful vengeance

Blinding everything in it's snowy path.


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' The Day, Was A Holy Day ... '

This Day, Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound

Like An Echo of Joyous Children
Or A Drum-Roll Softly Nearing
Or Like Angels Were Cheering … 
That’s What … It Was Like Hearing !

And It Poured Like A Pitcher
Cool, and Smooth and Clean
Slanting On My Window
Inspiring Me To Sing:

 - - - - - - -

“  Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter
Today … Nothing Is The Matter
Plop, Plop, Splatter, Splatter
Inside, We’re All Together

Washing Away Every Tear
Rinsing Away, Every Fear
Refreshing Every Year … 
… Raindrops, Touched Our Dears “

- - - - - - -

This Day, Water Came In Streams
But No Thunder or Lightning Screams
Just Innocent, Wistful, Wet Dreams
And Later, Rainbow Gleams

(And Waiting For Tonight’s Moonbeams) …

Today … Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound …


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If I Can live agian

If I could live again,I would be me
Dont want to be a dog
Dont want to be a frog
Dont want to be no animals
No famouse people or celbrities
No insects deffenetly not an ant
Just want to be just one plant
I want to be a tree
That's all I want to be
Thats what my mother said to me

If God allows me to live again on this earth,
I wouldn't want to be me
Even though I'm livin a good life with my daughter and my baby.
I would want to be more like my mom, smart, intelligent and funny

I would  not want the same husband I had
but  the same 2 kids
There is amother Man out there I should be with.

No matter what God wants me to be
I have faith that he will always watch over me
All day every day, Serve nothin or no one but him always

                                                     Written by:Christy Kay :)


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A Note Left Behind (to a Son)

I was born underwater with lungs oversized,
With gills immature in a world full of smog,
I'm filling petition to be cauterized,
And end other chapter in life’s fragile log.

I was born black and white with extremities gray,
The plaintiff accuses what I might hide,
It's nothing but SOUL constantly at play,
With spoonfuls of turquoise rolling down off life's slide...

Implosion of rainbows will probably be
The cause of my passing unknown and alone.
When thrown overboard and deep into sea
I'll finally return to my home long time gone...

I've moved in a place with no windowless chamber,
Where time has no meaning and waiting is painless,
If I had any hopes, I swear - don't remember...
And don't recognize him, his sorrow is senseless.

I have died underwater, reborn in blue nights,
Don't need oxygen to play with the whales.
Remember when watching those great Northern Lights
That Mother is smiling behind Nature’s veils.


for Constances contest "Mother"


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This old wood school desk

OMG the smells of the woods and the old musky smells of the building, 
                  the texture and smells of a good book. 
The beauty in it all, wishing I could be a child again, but this time free, free from the
                             bondage's that once held me down. 
        The innocence ripped from the child sitting in this chair, 
                                 the only comfort she could find was in the woods. 
Mother Earth was her best friend, the one she ran to for protection and nurturing.


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Penumbra

inky black night
stars brightly sparkling
earths giant shadow
moon slowly fading

dark shadow spreading
a total lunar eclipse
a rare winter solstice
not to be missed

finally total coverage
only one light to see
a bright orange penumbra
meant for only me


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Mother nature

Plants and animals,

 birds n' bees. From

 a sycamore tree to

 a suckling honey Bee.

 The duck-billed Platypus,

 the Mongoose. From a

 giant Elk to a wandering

 moose. Poison Ivy the

 trapdoor Spider. A crouching

 Tiger of stripes and deadly

 stealth. A mighty Rhino

 grazing by himself. A weeping

 Willow Tree a floating pond

 Lilly. The pond Skater moves

 with grace. The Kingfisher

 stands still like a statue, waits

 in his place. Everything in Mother

 Nature has it's time and place.

 If we open our minds and hearts,

 we will truly be amazed.


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haiku 4

my son's first picture --
a dust-covered rocker 
by the window


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The Sea Waves

All waves rise from the sea,
Sons of the mother sea,
Running hard, for her to see,
Pouring heart, for her to see.

Along with kins they see,
Mother, the beauty sea,
Beats for their mother, the sea,
To fathom the beauty sea.

Sons rise and fall to see,
Then tilt and turn to see,
Their mother, the lovely sea,
Their mother, the pretty sea.
©Anees Rahman


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Mother's Angry

August, it's late in the month,it's been many years
but a quiver is felt in the earth, in southern Colorado.
Some folks slept right through it, others felt it and 
realized what was happening, An Earthquake. Was this
meant to be?    
                         Maybe....Mother's Angry

The very next day, in the part of our Country, where
our Country began. Mid morning and again the earth
began to quiver, then shake. Buildings were evacuated,
The Capital... Evacuated, bricks loosened and felled, Why ?

                         Maybe... Mother's Angry

The following week, calm was interrupted by darkness,
hail, lightening, tidal surges, flooding, devastation and death.
New York as well as New England as a whole felt the wrath
of a storm named Irene, 43 dead...Why?

                        Maybe...Mother's Angry

The day after Irene, was the anniversary of yet another storm,
where the sky grew dark, hail, floods and people died, Her name was
Katrina. The Northern Gulf States felt her wrath. Why?

                        Maybe... Mother was Angry


Throughout the history of Mankind, we have done with this Planet as we will.
We dug and drilled into her womb for her resources, we have deforested, not only
for lumber for space but mostly for necessity, which turned to GREED. As any other 
living thing, it takes and takes and takes being abused for just so long, and then
It Gets Angry! Guess What !

                                       Mother's Angry !


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Don't cry


a drop on a leaf

rolling across .. morning dew ....  

please mother .. don't you cry n


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Pia Mater

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


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Baby Gecko

Baby gecko on the wall
You are so very, very small.
Have you come inside to play?
Or just to pass the time away?

Does your mother know you’re here?
Or is she searching everywhere.
She must be frantic with emotions reeling
While you’re just walking on my ceiling.

If I catch you, and put you out
Will you know your way about?
If you go through a different door
You won’t see your mother anymore.

So I’ll have to let you stay
To wander on your merry way.
I hope one day you’ll be big and strong
And stay outside, where you belong


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Chapters

Our lives are like stories 
Like the ones found in books
We all play our part in the plot
But you were a bit more than just a character
Babe, you were a chapter

Chapters begin and end so quickly
So fleeting, like the way we would flirt
A heart-pounding beginning with a dry, cold close

I'm saying good bye 
This is for every time I could have cried
This is for every night that you forgot I exist
But I haven't shed a tear on you and, boy, I'm not gonna try
This is for every single mean thing you say
This is me deciding not to pretend I'm looking the other way
This is something I'm doing for me
So good bye, cause no longer will I be the girl who is blind

The chapter has sealed itself shut
So sit in your room and play some mean songs about me
I don't care, I know somebody with nicer hair

As a kid you must have been the bully on the playground
I'm done being the girl you give affection to and push down 
And I'm tired of standing on the sidelines while you try to run the show
I'm gonna move on with my life 
Prove there are things you will never know
There are things that books can't tell you 
Things only the heart can understand
You don't have one of those
So, pardon me, if I don't consider you a man

The chapter has ended but I won't shed a tear
The future's too bright for me to look back to darkness










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The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


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I set a sail

As I set a sail today for my very first day of any sail.
The waters of the sea are ruff the sea seems to be so tough; my one love is a waiting in 
the tough ruff sea for she is my passion that lies so far deep in the wonderful sea. 

I must travel around the world in order to see the beautiful sea that Mother Nature has 
given me a right to see… I set and thought about Mother Nature and the sea and 
wondered how Mother Nature gave me the right to see. 

Then it had come to me, which God is the one who gave me the right to see so I could 
go around the world for me to see what Mother Nature had made, for me to see.


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Awakening

I can remember every time 
I've watched the sun rise.
Each time so much
different from the last.
The awakening of the world,
the pulse of it all,
always the same.
I can feel the rumble of her heart
beat right through me.
Oh how I cherish 
these moments of peace.


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haiku 3

mother's grave
lies untended by hands --
wildflowers grow


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Go Tell

When I went out on the porch this morn, tiny spider's mother had strung her web
across right in front of the door..

I did not tell cute tiny spider to go on down yonder and get your mother

No, this mother was scary drawn up with her feet pulled in a ball

When she stretched out, why I had to move on 

She straightened me out right fast..

Mothers are like that when their child is threatened.. 


Just had to write this being Halloween is coming up soon...


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Man vs Nature

The heavens roared with thunder
as lightning filled the skies
was this God getting angry
or Natures big surprise.

Is Mother Nature telling us
the best way that she can
to stop the interference
and abuse she gets from man.

We marvel at her beauty
each time we look around
then dig up all her treasures
from their natural burial ground.

We forget that Nature gives us
all that keeps us living
we take it all and still want more
but never think of giving.

We build across the countryside
progressing every day
but Mother Nature can't progress
for man is in the way.


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Let Not Thy Heart Be Troubled

To all who in life wander to and fro
If you just stand still and listen, Lo!
You will hear the whispers of the wind
Over the cornfields as it sweeps low.

Look up in the sky at the harvest moon,
In this cool silvery night and soon
You will feel much at peace with the world,
And life will seem like a priceless boon.

If you follow the meandering stream
You'll feel floating in the air as in a dream
Frolicking with the free roaming clouds
And yeah, scale the highest peak at whim!

Attune yourself to the sounds of the night,
Fireflies fleeting by flaunting a dazzling sight,
And to those who have no place to go
Seek a home warmed by hearthside light.

Let not thy heart be troubled no matter
Listen to the raindrops pitter-patter
Follow the rolling clouds of monsoon
And see nature reborn by the scent of water!


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Surprise Spider Lilies

Sheer fine batiste settles in the hollow
Like a ghostly creature who at night roams
Longs to float over dewdrops who follow
'Til sun's rays bring the hearse and funeral home

Surprise Spider Lilies blossoms' stand straight
A reminder of mother's few flowers
Ones she planted then she's have to wait
For those soft spring showers to empower

Down where the rain lilies now blossom
Without any soft rain 'pon the garden 
Where death of summer's flowers a problem
And elderly who live there death certain

Will there linger any flowers alive
In memory of life's beauty abide


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Halloween's Song

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches 
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery 
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the  creepy bells of the chapel ring


I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy  rex 
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit

So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream 
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you  with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy,  just got a cold sore"


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My timid tigeress

Fire and ice
Paradoxes combine.
A battle. Fought tooth for tooth.
A truce held. 
But still holds no truth.

A prisoner. Of pain and gore.
Of royal birth. But imprisoned by woe.
Satisfaction.a dire necessity,
Of the cruel and crude 
Mundane mockery.

The jury. She decides.
Her majesty .So sedately revived.
Beauty. So invigorating.
Ravaged. And so very beaten.

Presumptuously, we surround and capture 
Her copious territory, 
In all its glory, almost divine.
Killing, mass murdering, and stabbing her.
Asphyxiated. She struggles to survive.

Serendipity .Such a marvelous delicacy.
So rare. And undefined.
Exquisitely .so gracefully.
She leads her mate. Amour in hand,
As she dances so playfully with venomous destiny.

A battle of blood, wit and more.
Tired, she wakes. Tired, she soars.
Through the sea of hate, malevolence and pain,
Through the bloody field,
Walking through hordes of heads, feet and stacked bones.

Nature, as violent as she may seem,
Neutral, loving...breathing pure felicity. 
Ragged, and broken, torn and distraught,
With fervor she retreats,
And with fervor, shall she retort.

by
Amanda M Miller


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A woman's body

I dream of a woman's body 
and of wrapping it in my arms
and watching as it gets slushy
and as she progressively 
becomes more slutty.
 
I'd like to play with it 
like a fishers price toy.
And go fishing until 
I've reached the treasure.

With a woman's body the fun
is never really over and I'll 
keep scobba diving until 
I've seen all four walls.
And pushed each and every lever. 

Some women than like to sever 
all ties and be the player. 
But when I dream of a woman's 
body I dream that time is frozen.
And that this one sensuous moment
could last forever.

But I haven't found her body yet.
I regret....    

  


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Autumn Giggles

Horizontal Vertigo --
amongst the wet raked leaves,
Gazing into gorgeous blue; 
where clouds --
Are passing frogs or horses;
In a pair of grass-stained Levi’s.

A subtle wind --
Tickles all the colored leaves,
So drenched in spattered sunlight;
Still falling --
As she rakes the cooling leaves;
So brilliant --
Over happy giggles.


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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


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Memories of Leaf Boats

As I grow older my memories become more veiled and sometimes lost.
But the best are yet to come as I write them down, of that I can’t ignore.
For my most cherished memories I’ll pass down, as the stories continue to stir.

Like the wonder I felt as a child… while sailing leaf boats down a creek.
Where would they end up? Would they find they’d sailed to foreign lands?
Or would they be defeated by the storms as they came rolling in?

Later I was awed by the thought that my future hubby would even talk to me.
We were so very bashful; that we were lucky, that we even came to be.
The trick was we were first friends…then, willing to hold together in the winds.

We became like one little leaf boat fighting together against the storms, again.
Then we became parents trying to raise our children with wonder in their eyes.
So we started by finding a creek where their leaf boats would be near, to find.

Eventually grown, they finally left us, so I sent them poems about those little boats.
Perhaps to help remind them: to start new memories for their brood, coming close.
Maybe even to remind them that life could still bring them wonders, too, once more.

Eventually, we will all sail away in one way or another, to distant shores.
I hope my poems will lead them, to where those wonders can still be found…
They will be able to find them by a creek with leaf boats floating around.

 I hope it will bring them memories; again, of the days we held them so close.
And had read to them the stories… I had written for those, I love the most.


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Faked

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them





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Mother Nature

The beat of Mother Nature’s heart is in a rhythmical pattern,
Echoing around the forest through the song of birds.
My hair sways with the gentle breeze,
And the glistening sun shines down upon me,
The screams of joy and happiness carry on through the field, until it reaches me.
And I find that life isn’t always about the sufferings of humanity
But it can be about simple things; the adrenaline that courses through a small child as 
they run through the grass
And when you look at trees, you think of their age and what they’ve seen.
The knowledge that they must have is formidable,
Yet it’s comforting to know that something so silent, holds a thousand secrets.
Each leaf tells a story, and dies in the seasons. 
For new children come with their tales to be made
And the birds that surround the branches sing in harmony with Mother Nature.
It’s here, in this moment, that I realise there is no God.
Mother Nature is purely a personification of a child’s innocence.
For we, humanity, are our own God.
And our holiness surrounds us, in every breath we take.
In every thought, and every image we capture.
A secret, to be told.


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THINK OF MAY AS A WONDERFUL MONTH

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


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


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


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



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


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Mother Nature

I journey, with my pen in hand,
To genuine and unique places…
To the heart of a lily,
The inner side of a turtle’s shell,
Behind the eyes of a gentle hare.
I travel to the forest edge
And out into the pastures
I listen for the rustle of grass
Amid the meadowland’s prairie
I swim the clear streams, splashing…
Beneath the soothing sound
Of water’s rapids falling all around
I write the words of life and love
Penned from the heart of nature’s terrain
About the rain, the sky, the sun…
Anything that touches me with the satin hand of Mother nature.

©2014 by Regina Riddle
Contest: Wanderlust
Date: August 11th, 2014


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Mother 'N'

What do you think?
Am I mentally ill, or am I just in love?
Am I right handed or ambidextrous because I can not be left handed.
If the sun was neither, then it would’ve dropped a long time ago- killing not just us but the universe.
Am I growing insane or is the pressure getting to me?
Do I have 2 egos that both love to use the middle finger?
Is the third excluded because he’s the fraud?
Was the birth of that billionth person a waste?
You shake your head, I shake mine, but the cold water just crashes down from beneath the ground and you ask… is that possible.

Why not?
My “Mother” can do anything she wants!
Kill, conceive, birth, breathe fire, conjure up ferocious winds, split the earth in half, submerge an entire planet.
Derrick Brown once said” You’ll find me up there”
But my brain is full of such memories- that I just sink like a cinder block.

The witches and snitches all look the same, but “Mother” comforts me like the sweet scent of vanilla on my favorite blanket.
 She, like humans, obliterates everything little thing in her path, but keeps the wonderful meals warm- like fresh soggy bread.

Am I insane?
No- just emotional.


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Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


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' Academic-Bright ... '

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright

My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights              (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High

By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova

Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy

Our:  Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are:  Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs

Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm

Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships

Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …


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Season's Greetings!

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

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

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

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

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

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




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THE FAIR GIRL AND THE BLACK EGRET

In a river marsh, where pondweeds and cattails grew in warm clime,
the fair girl found a tall, black egret  
with whom she could have a chat; 
and was it the same one that her parents rescued from the wild?


Among bulrushes taller than she actually was,
the anxious girl told that bird one of her wishes:
to hop on his back and fly as the happiest butterfly,
and find her mom whom she remembered singing a lullaby.

" Take me to my mom!"  she begged the wading bird.
" Nobody ever takes me there to visit her" she exclaimed.
" She may be miles away from here...way past the blue ocean!" 
He replied with little confidence, lacking a sense of emotion.


The fair girl kept on begging, until the black egret finally nodded.
" Thank you, kind bird...now let's fly and depart from this marshland!"
So the two of them ventured into a cloudy sky expecting no rainfall...
not until they had gotten there safely and heard that sweet mother's call..  


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Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


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Mother Nature

Mother Nature

They say that Mother Nature
Is to blame for the rain
The hail, the wind, the sleet
And the snow
She terrorize the neighborhood
Much worse than before

They say she visit the ocean
And bring a rapid rage
I wish I knew Mother Nature
But I never seen her face
Why is she so silent and
Distance from our sight
Why is she like a spirited shadow
Somewhere lurking in the night

Mother Nature gets the praise
For starting and stopping the rain
I never been introduce to her
So why do she gets the blame
I am trying to determine in my mind
Who Mother Nature really is
I am trying to determine in life 
Is she fictional, or is she real

I have heard of Mother Nature
From my childhood back to birth
Why Mother Nature gets the credit
Remains to be researched
I read about what Jesus said
In the Holy Book
I didn't see Mother Nature
I must need a second look
I turned from page to page and
I couldn't find her in that book

I found that God put together
This whole world from birth
The rain, the sleet, hail, and snow
God decides when it falls to earth
I still wonder how Mother Nature looks
I wish someone would show me where
To find her in the book

I found that Mother Nature 
Always get the praise
She has been popular in this world
For many months, weeks, and days
When I turn to the weather 
Broadcast playing on TV
It always never ceases to amaze me
That Mother Nature is the topic
And she never fails you see

How does Mother Nature hides
Herself from the public eye
Is she non-fiction or a fictional lie?
All I want to know is whether
Or not the woman exist
When questions are asked about her
Why they are easily dismissed

I know Jesus because he 
 Lives on the inside
I acknowledge him
In all my ways
So he can be my guide
I know not Mother Nature
And discovering who she is
Has become an issue
I only want to see the woman
So does anybody have a picture?


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Ancient of Days

One step leaves an imprint
upon which all were made
Whether in organisms unseen by human orbits
or on another entities backside.

Accustom to our Environment
how can we pose questions
She's been here since the sands started downward
when They started TIME. 

Other life out there, but there are limits
man thinks man is so intelligent
and yet he can not see his own boundaries
cant see past his frontal lobes.

Mother breathes in our pollution and poisons
as we tear her limb from limb from limb
to scribble this dribble
She moans and writhes with every page.

Society won't permit us to act
If done what needs to be; we suffer
so be it, 
can't stand to hear her cry. My Mother.

For when She cries no tears fall
Instead life leaves as does her will to help.
Elements will vanish
and pit man against  man.


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CANVAS

Before my eyes brilliant colour perfection
Dancing gracefully in every direction
The world of trees the art of nature
Are simple reasons for a painter.

The power mother nature can release
Could make a painting a masterpiece
A gallery of natures finest hues
Enough to stir the most reluctant muse.

Should mother nature tutor me in art
My tree would show a living beating heart
And should I save one single living tree
My canvas would inspire the world to see

Red, orange, yellow, green and brown
Colours of beauty my brush would put down
Bright and vibrant maple red and golden oak
Living breathing with every brush stroke.


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Omens

Omens
- - - - -
The sweet aroma of rice; yonder bare fields;
on the stone the dark patches of water pitchers
and her looking at the sky where buzzards fly,
are completing the composition of waiting.

She has been waiting too long; too long she has made her man 
hold his patience  all these while; believed peace will come.
Now these flying buzzards are looking ominous 
like secret language which mystic nomads speak. 

She trembles with the prospect of unknown evils.
A long wait for her son, returning from town, 
from the all consuming town where he has gone
long, long, long time ago. But she has hoped for return.

She again watched for God’s language. Let him come.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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But A Whisper Pt 1

                                              But a Whisper From the Childs perspective
                                                              Part 1 of 2
                                           
In my minds’ eye this life that I see is my very own upon your knee.
While I was in heaven in the heart of God waiting to be born,
I was full of excitement anticipating I wanted a Mother to adore.

I wanted a Mother to hold me tight, safe within her arms.
Raise me good give me love and keep me safe from harm.

I wanted a mother, who’ll bounce me on her knee, 
And give me sweet candy and kisses.
And when I’m away, on her mind I’ll stay, for it’s me she always misses.

A Mother to shape and mold me to be all I can be.
So when I’m older and out in the world I can make her proud of me.

A Mother to teach me of kool-aid and Jesus, baseball and football too.
A Mother that I can look at and say, I wanna be just like you.


I’ve had lots of time to think about what I want to be.
But I have the strangest feeling the worlds not ready for me.

So I must go back to the heart of God and stay for a little while,
But that’s ok for I have seen my dear sweet Mommas smile.

In my minds I you kissed me but a moment, A lifetime in a flash.
Although I knew you but a whisper, forever your memory will last.

                                                


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untitled

The sunlight 
shines through 
the clouds
as rain falls 
into the gray eyes
of a mother doing 
laundry
while her children
play house.


Details | I do not know? | |

MOTHER NATURE OR A MAGICAL AURA

Rays of light burning its foes
Western meadowlark chirping 
hauntingly mysterious echoes
single small dew drops pennies
fluttering beauty in the swamps
Is it mother nature or a magical aura? 

Astounding wonder veiled by lust forest
Waves awakening  seas of quick silver
Fragrance warning of meandering rivers
Wind carved cliffs and capricious fairies
Captured in state of crepuscular gloom
Is it mother nature or a magical aura? 

Moon aroused in silhouette glamour
Towering  trees  with silver gleam
Owls chanting unknown words to the night
Mystical sounds like gypsies in firelight
Wind whips across the stormy skies 
Is it mother nature or a magical aura? 

Air is calm as breathe in nature
Shimmering mirage across the woods
Sweet melody shielding the danger
Razor shape blades of grass dancing
Metal mountains with endless top
Is it mother nature or a magical aura?

Like boundless expanse of worlds
Each different in time and distance
Magic replaces the  energy within
Nature harmonizes its primal power
Making bonds with lands and beyond
Is it mother nature or magical aura



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Anemones and shells my childhood

As I recall my past, it was a sea kissed life
summers spent roaming the Rabbit Burrows
cradled by dunes, beyond Tramore strand
towels stretched out on Woodstown beach
soft powdered sand, surrounded by forest
adventures in the Saleens, daring quicksand
of swimming with dad, high jumping waves
falling, laughing in great gulps of salt water
free and fearless, in our bare bronzed years


It was a sea salted life of wave-washed castles
of tide pools, alive with translucent shrimps
carmine anemones sucked tight to the rocks
periwinkles, hermit crabs, a world of shells
baby pink crabs moving sideways over stone
textured algae, salted, crisping in the heat
our faces stinging with sand and hot sunshine
we spent hours with nets, exploring the pools


After months and years of living near the sea
the landscape became an essential part of me.
I saw fuchsia ballerinas pirouette the breeze
sea pinks, grassy rosettes swaying on cliff tops
rocket, tiny lilac petals with succulent leaves
valerian, a candy floss pink, sweetly scented
We picked them and pressed them into books


I recall my child’s life with a skipping heart
when summers seemed to shine eternal
The rock pools taught us to treasure nature
togetherness bred a strong sense of self
a respect for the sea, the taste of freedom
when I open a book, I often find a flower
and shells -  this child is forever combing


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Mother Natures Revenge

Mother Nature’s Revenge

Eyes as red as fire
Her breath can sink ships
Her voice breaks glass when she screams
Her temper shakes cites from their foundations
Yet her hands are the most gentle
Able to cup a baby bird as it learns to fly
Her tears feed the planet that she loves
Her kiss can spread colors across a barren desert
She is the perfect mother for an infant planet
Her work goes largely unnoticed by mortals
Man doesn’t look as they kill miles of forests
They don’t as they pollute her waters
Humans don’t care as they turn the skies into sludge
Someday they will pray to her
Ask her for help
When the planet is a gray ball with no beauty
Will Mother Nature answer those who call for her now?
Will she bring back the animals and plants men have destroyed?
Or will she simply smile and ignore man?
Or will she turn her attention to one plant
Far away from man
In that one plant with a single flower
Will she give to it all of the beauty Earth has lost?
Too little too late
Man has made a mistake
A million mistakes
She may just be too tired to care
Then what will the Earth become?


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free cee I will bet you VIENNA would make the same plea

sorry Vienna, but i need to use your name or no one reads me...but i know
you will agree with this so don't be angry, thanks and i am e-mailing all my
friends that your tribulations will end and you can once again smile and make me smile
              DEAR OR DEER PEOPLE
Please stop doing that
it's creating havoc
and making people and animals angry
half the world is drinking parasitic water
the other half doesn't give a damn about what happens
so long as their stocks rise
as I sit here with reddened eyes
because you will not stop and listen
the universe is speaking to you
in explicit terms
it begins by saying what I said above
stop and feel the love
the love every man should feel
and make it real
the universe is begging “please stop doing that”
it's simply not right
for our children to be left with blight
the deer are crying
the eagles are dying
and liars are denying
they claim to care
about this planet we all share
so please, 
stop doing that
a Styrofoam cup will last where it lays
for four million days
a cigarette butt will be around for my grandson and my great 
great grandchildren to find
so please be kind
because Mother Nature went through a lot of trouble to
design that which we behold
the beauty that to me is more precious than gold
so please stop doing that
if I could i'd hand you all a lot of cash
before Mother Nature gets a ravenous rash
so please stop doing that
for as long as you live, day by day
think before you throw something away
         © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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Mother Nature

The sun beams down lighting up my face and warming my skin
Coaxing my eyes shut to leave the physical world 
Letting the natural world fill my veins
The wild wind refreshes my lungs
Replenishing my whole inner being
My mind goes to a wonderful place to take a break from the ever crazy reality
My body begins to weigh down sinking into earths comforting ground
Natures lullaby soothes me to drift off into unconsciousness 

The land of dreams and wonderful things, hopefully
With nature surrounding me and cloaking me in divine bliss 
Only allowing the subconscious to bring to life beautiful scenes 
Flowered trees, fields of green, skies painted picture perfect blue, the air smells and tastes of honeydew, birds sing along to natures tune, the rivers move to the beat of Mother Nature’s heart

A natural awakening brings back my soul from its deep sleep 
Slowly uprooting my body from Mother Natures’ loving grasp 
She infused me with her energy to help me through the unnatural world we live in 
I can't wait for the sun to coax me again to close my eyes and appreciate her beautiful essence once more


Details | Romanticism | |

Invercargill my little town

There is a little town deep down south from which I came. 
There you will find beauty from the beach, beyond are waves that crash into the 
sand and hills that line the shore. Each hill is yours to conquer. Move quickly! 
Before the sand burn your feet. The smell of salt fill’s the air. You thank God you 
are here.

From the bountiful beach, to the rivers that flow with raging currents, through 
trees that bend to skimp the water tops. There are trees that stand proudly, 
almost touching the clouds. There are pebbles and stones of all shapes and 
sizes. Flowers dance in the wind, vainly displaying their colors. There are Fish, 
birds, and creepy Crawlies. Blossom trees and warm summer breeze, Mother 
Nature in all her glory. 

The mountain tops are covered in a blanket of snow. The depths of the glaciers 
are as mysterious as the underwater caves. Bitter winds grasp at your face 
leaving you breathless. Ice puddles crack underfoot. Thunder and lighting in the 
dead of the night, clashing and banging, it would wake you in fright. 

Down in the town where people are asleep, there are man made paths that 
weave their way through the street. Park’s, lanes and little pebble bridges, 
almost replicas of peaceful Scottish shire. Sadly, things do change. But along 
with Mother Nature, my little town remains the same. Immaculate beauty from the 
mountains and beyond the Sea… That is why Invercargill is always number one 
to me.




copyright © 22.03.2008 ngaire  All copyright reserve


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The Rapture

Escaping from the patterns of my life
From crime and hate and inner strife
I visit a place that is pure and serene
Where i'm alone as a morning bird sings

I followed a path forged in stone
immersed in beauty, that nature owns
It is nature that owns the morning haze
That envelops the glory of this mystic maze

A labyrinth of answers to my dreams
this paradise is false,or so it seems
As the sun beamed its radiant light
i choose a place and did recite

I gasped at the trees and fertile soil
that inherit the flowers as my quill toiled
The flowers have blossomed this early spring
Akin to a babe, immaculate and pristine.

The scent of the air is not of smog and dirt
that blackens the white and decays the dirks
Yet that of a fragrant scent from the flowers 
that abides in memory to this very hour.

i heard patter from a creek a distance away
Gentle and calm it enraptured my stay
And to my eyes not a ripple shows
As i induced a wish then tossed a rose

Akin to a morrow, i saw my reflection
Hued in beauty of Mother Nature's protection
For all this beauty that envelops me
unfolds clearly for the world to see

And to the world like a perpetual fire
it flares and glows never to tire
prevailing past the wars hate and crime
the creek remains until the end of time
 
The morning bird wings again before me
Adieu Mother Nature I'll never defy thee
Yes! the bird of faith will lead the way
To some other secluded haven to  stay.


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does anyone agree with me that oxygen is an essential

      THE HANDIWORK OF MOTHER FUC>>>>>>NO, I MEAN 
                                             MOTHER NATURE
I used to sit right here complimenting Mother Nature on her handiwork
Please excuse me momentarily for I have some coffee to perk
Okay, now where was I, oh yes I was talking about nature now soiled
And damn it, my coffee over-boiled

So as I was saying I used to sit here complimenting every rose
Platitudes I knew they wanted to hear, like she’s the most beautiful bud that grows 
This very spot was a sanctuary for any bird who spotted a place for him to bathe and drink
They thought me, quite frankly, philanthropic, or at least that’s what I think

Squirrels used to seed the lawn with peanuts, cookies and bread
Buried for when the lion blows in lest they all be dead
Some were gregarious, some of them were shy
But I remember this one particular squirrel I named “Guy”

He’d come in my lap and dare me not to think him cute
He was adorable with well stuffed cheeks to boot
I look back on those days as dream colored fantasies
Where there is no sickness, illness nor disease

Those squirrels no longer dig up that which let’s them live
And besides, because of carcinogens in the air I have no peanuts to give 
But birds to bathe in polluted water filled with bugs
I’m telling you man, the important thing to save is the planet and forget a losing war on f*****g drugs
            © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee~! 


Details | I do not know? | |

Wakeup

Unmistaken and unread
Words, walk, wakeup
Past the mahogany dresser
And the ruffled feather bed
Behind the sunrise
Where love speaks red
Words, walk, makeup
She is a woman
Unmistaken and unwed


Details | I do not know? | |

Three Shawls For My Babies


Once
My adoring eyes worked alongside my nimble fingers
To gently swaddle your tiny frame in a
Soft White shawl


Now
The same two eyes and hands check you wear you're seat belt
Before you drive off

And wave


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Nature's Table Haiku

terra cotta earth 
baking in sun's open kiln 
large empty table 

drops of kindness fall 
nourishing new sprouts with hope 
earthen mother heals 

lively greens abound 
nature's plentiful banquet 
offers of herself


Details | I do not know? | |

Brought up my late Grandmother (2005)

Grandmother Grandmother can’t you see
That all of you is a part of me
Whether you were absent you were not
I have got everything you have got
Grandmother Grandmother you fed me strong
Even though you were gone all along


I love you and miss you so much


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Mother Goddess

You come on clouds
To aid my tears.
You come with fire 
To end my fears.

You come with the moon
To fix my emotional tide
You come in a cloak
Of which I can confide


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Moonlight Daisy

Moonlight shines in bright
and I pick a rose,
a daisy,
and give it to my mother
All the time
when I do
it makes her smile~
All the time
when I want her love
In the night.

Ava, today.


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Mother Star

I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
 
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
 
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
 
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
 
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
 
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
 
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
 
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
 
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Quatrain | |

Appalachian-second bear episode

Meanwhile, our troop moved on down the trail.
One more bear episode needs be told.
We arrived at the next stop with out fail.
It was late evening and beginning to get cold.

Two of us went to the horse spring for a bath
And use the same one to clean our clothes.
As we left the spring we saw blocking our path.
A mother bear and two cubs, ...fear arose.

We hid behind a tree and watched them.
In our unlaced boots, carrying wet things.
As they walked up the path toward the rim.
We knew we couldn’t just appear threatening.

We slowly followed keeping the cubs in sight.
The mother had left the weanlings.
But reappeared on top of a bank on the right.
As she jumped we started yelling and arms flinging.


They ran, she ran, we gathered our stuff and we ran.
Yelling and flailing, we chased them past the adirondack
We...right behind, duck into it fast as we can
and tie the gate before they could come back.

Come back they did and playfully bite on the wire.
The boys were elated and good pictures taken,
To show their friends that none of us was a liar.
Bruce and I recovered after being so visibly shaken.

They finally left, and so came to a fitting end,
Our last bear episode and good laugh,
The other boys had at our expense and chagrin.
On the oldest boy and the “chief of staff”.

We hiked our last six miles with no major events.
Still time to glow for being a trail survivor.
Fontana resort awaited...hot showers, condiments
Then home...all slept soundly, except me... the driver.

© Mar 30 2010       Charles Henderson


Details | Pantoum | |

Too Soon Born

Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.
Her empty womb tormented motherhood.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife. 
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.

Her empty womb tormented motherhood
Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.

Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
Conception hid its face, years sadly past.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.

Conception hid its face, years sadly past. 
Despair became life’s ordinary way.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.

Despair became life’s ordinary way.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.
Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
September 15, 2010


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PEARL IN SHELL

                                                       pearl in shell
                                               deepest sea's treasure
                                                        most secret


Details | I do not know? | |

Building the Nest (2005)

You keep me going
The ocean is ice
But that won’t stop me rowing

All I want is the best
Every daily action is pre-thought
So you can settle comfortably in your nest 

The whole world I live in revolves around you
Building your future so bright
This is the least I could do 

For my unborn children 


Details | I do not know? | |

Drops of Nature

From the trees of life, of the great green mother earth
To the free birds of the blue, father sky years of birth.
Nature’s true colors, are the beauty of something great
If you can not see the true colors, for you it’ll be too late.

Water as clear as diamonds, is a sign of its purity
The moon at its fullest, to be the sign of humanity.
Fish as happy as the others, jumping up really high
Birds as free as any other, flying fast in the sky.

This beauty we call nature, isn’t really beautiful till we see
The colors that we may miss, for its core that stands to be.
Drops of water from the wet full sky, I can here it said to rain
Age upon the strongest tree, from this I have made my cane. 

Nature being life, for the past present and future
Age has no affect, on the timeless beautiful nature.
Nature's snow is as white, as beautiful birch trees
Seeing a clear view, of the setting sun over the seas.

What we are calling the ocean, full of the depthful water
This liquid now a mist, was once mother earth's daughter.
Nature’s flashing son, now brewing a deadly storm
It’s considered ice cold, it’ll never be dry and warm.

Drops of water filled icicles, becoming a welcoming present
The beauty of unknown weather, sometimes not so pleasant. 
Beautiful Drops of nature, I will tell you what I want to say
No matter what is to come, it will always be here to stay.


Details | Rhyme | |

Wreck of Queen Annabellee

Gale winds blew a contemptuous gust,
Churning up waves with a titanic thrust.
The ship known as Queen Anabellee,
Sails no more, resting on the bottom of the sea.

The sailors swore to batten-down their fear, 
From mother nature's foulness to weather the frontier
Sirens known as scourge of the sea,
Hardened a heart to a sailor's plea

For a decade or so Queen Anabellee,
Eluded mother nature's assassin, the briny sea.
Hailed as the unsinkable, impenetrable ship,
Surrendered her reigning decade trip.

The spoils aboard Queen Anabellee,
Were pilfered below by the ravenous sea. 
Adventurous sailors had been forewarned,
The rape of the sea, formidable when scorned

With assured stem dismissed the mighty gale,
Ventured forward and indeed set-sail.
The fickle sea with an impetuous wrath,
Ultimately sank her, in the well-sailed path.

The waters churned like a mighty whale
swallowing whole bow,stern and sail
The lesson for those like Queen Anabellee,
No one shall mock the vengeance of the sea.


Details | Verse | |

Robinsong

I see you in the flash of red on a robin,
In the orange of a blackbird’s beak,
A brilliant brightness in the dark
Guiding me to what I seek. What that is, I am not quite sure,
But I feel I ought to see this through
First by daring myself to at last let go,
Then by putting all of my trust in you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Chores late 70's

Says the child to herself
put the toys upon the shelf
thus when mother comes to see
she will give her praise to me
Get up , get dressed and comb my hair
she'll be sure to look and stare
and as she does stand agape
I'll proceed to clean my nape
with socks and shoes upon my feet
she will surely know I'm neat
Sweep my room and make the bed
I'll have her spinning in the head
flush the toilet , take a bath
it's positive to make her laugh
Clean my plate and wash the dishes
I suppose would fill her wishes
Wash the laundry fold it up
feed the cat and brush the pup
Play outside and wipe my feet
pick up garbage and change the sheet
and supposing I do thus
Do you think she'll stop her fuss
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

Nature To Its Fullest (my opinion of nature)

Nature to its fullest
Is where all beauty lies
For flowers bloom and animals dance.
and I'm sure no one would say other wise.

I am one with nature
I will not lie 
I hunt with the wolves
And sing with the birds 

I dwell the dark forests
Where beauty is seen 
A beam of light across the bright blooming narcissus flowers 
Next to a large pond with silver fish gleaming in the water.

To this I ponder at what I see..
Why cant this be shared amongst us all?
My wonder is over when spot a panther in ivory black 
Only to turn silver upon the moons brilliant light

Gleaming eyes turned towards me as i am doing the same
A single tint of sorrow in her eyes
For I see that she has but one cub, innocently playing with his mothers tail
For then I suspect that she lost all but one of her litter, 

This is love of an animal with her cubs a loss that seems unbearable 
Thus i think of every day society and am disgusted by those who kill their own 
Just because of regret, how they put them in places to be left to die, to think about how 
Painful it would be for an infant to die of starvation and thirst, a baby crying for love but 
Unable to find it. then it dies, and the mother seems not to care... it sickens me to say how 
This can be done.

But to most, i should add, morn for their baby's death,
And some cherish the arrival like peace on earth. 
Why can't society become one? 
Why must we endure such heartaches? 
So many questions but not many answers,
But some should be left untold.

Mothers and fathers alike cherish birth like nothing better could happen.
Even as life gets harder, love is still the strongest emotion.
 
This is a poem of my opinion.
I hope to hear what your opinion is.


Details | Haiku | |

'Yellow Rose of Texas' (Haiku # 14)

‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku  # 14

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


Details | ABC | |

angel

A is for apple her favourite food.
N is for nelly fortado her favourite singer.
G is for green her favourite colour.
E is for easter her favourite holiday.
L is for lilly her  favourite flower.


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Respect Mother Nature

RESPECT MOTHER NATURE
By Kevin L Fairbrother
Mother Nature has no boundaries, has no rules
We live within her bosom, for she demands respect
She alone has the power whether you live or die
No one can control her, though some have tried

Mother Nature the mother of this Natural world
A world that we can see, feel, touch and experience every day
Provides us with every- thing we need to live or die
With respect always we must treat her

Unknown where she comes from but she is here to stay
Has been with us from the day the world was born
For if we miss-treat her, prepare for an early grave
For she has the power to create hell on earth, for us all

Forget religion it has no truth, for the gods were not born on that first day
Mother Nature has given us a world where we have evolved to what we are today
For only she has the power that controls the world we live in
And she can undo what ever humans create and say

We all must treat Mother Nature with respect
Think about every-thing you do that may upset her
For Mother Nature created everything her way
To balance the flora and fauna, the atmosphere, the rivers and sea


Created and nurtured all the animals that live to this day
With delicate balance of the planets, the sun and air we breathe
That provides everything we need to live on this earth every day
Respect Mother Nature for otherwise she will make you pay

In death we part the natural world in which we lived
Be we buried or burnt we are still within the bosom of Mother Nature
For composed of carbon we will survive in a different way
So we should thank and respect Mother Nature everyday  


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A Starry Night

Among those twinkling stars,
One just finds me and stares.
Among the many crowded people,
I look at the star through the water ripple.

As the night goes on and on,
The star uses its shine to don,
In order to hide from me,
As I disappear into the sea.

I wander how we will ever,
Again come to see each other,
By the night of this very river.

In a single star, I find memories.
In a single star, I find love.
In a single star, I find loneliness.
In a single star, I find respect.
In a single star, I find poetry.
In a single star, I find my mother, my only mother.


Details | I do not know? | |

True Values


I’ve lived a full three score and ten and seen a thing or two,
of life and death and love and hurt and pleasure.
Is it just age or memory that now distorts my view
of things that I believe mankind should treasure?

I have seen technology transform the world I’ve known,
with mobile phone and aeroplane and car
People are now valued by the property they own,
and not by what their like, or who they are.

Our shops are now Cathedrals for materialistic greed,
as we strive to own the very latest trash.
We seem to be confusing what we want with what we need,
till even time itself converts to cash.

So what is this Utopia were trying to achieve,
why do we grasp at everything man made?
I feel mans not as clever as some of us believe,
for nature really leaves us in the shade

Who can build a butterfly, a flower or a bee
a sunset or the lightning from above?
Who can match the vastness of the lonely open sea
or the all consuming passion we call love?

We can organise a cricket match or grow a bumper crop,
these small tasks are well within our power,
Yet the second may be ruined and the first be made to stop,
when Mother Nature treats us to a shower.

I have walked the earth’s great continents, and sailed the mighty sea.
Seen the Pole Star and the wondrous Southern Cross.
Throughout these great adventures it was obvious to me,
that Mother Nature always was the boss.

I have no time for Religion and I don’t believe in God.
I'm for Darwin's "Origin of Species".
Nature struggles for survival in ways we think are odd.
Whilst we build bombs to blow mankind to pieces.

I believe our treasures are the people that we love,
and to natures diverse beauty we should bow.
For if I’m wrong and there is an Almighty up above,
I wonder what he thinks of us right now.




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Kissing Moon

My longing desire beckons
Go kiss the fair faced moon!
Though its reflection lies 
beside me
giving forth a priceless smile
than why oblige to go
kiss the fair faced moon?


Details | Romanticism | |

The Eagle

I stood atop a mountain high
and looked toward the stormy sky

And soaring high above my head
I saw an eagle her wings were spread

Desending  she  was quite aware
of unsettling clouds high in the air

Storm clouds gethering in the west
she knew she had to reach her  nest

She tucked her wings and made a dive
to protect her babies on the mountain side

The lighting flashed  and the thunder roared
and the pelting rain was  beginning to pour

And on that mountain  I quitely stood
and watched a miracle of motherhood

 


Details | I do not know? | |

First Flight

The bird took off into the sky,
Spreading it's wings for flight. 
A gentle breeze eased it higher,
Yet further from the ground.
The mother bird gazed on intently,
Protective of it's young.

The bird was gaining height so fast,
It's mum now a mere dot.
The older birds flew up above, 
Swooping and diving for fun.

The bird looked down in anxious fear,
At the houses far below.
Never had it been so very high, 
That people looked so small.
To him they were now tiny blobs,
Not bigger than him any more.

The breeze around him suddenly ceased,
And the bird started drifting down.
The people below were no longer blobs,
And his mother was entering view.
As he was swooping back down to the nest,
He took one last glance above.
Still the older birds were playing, 
Not a single care in the world.
They hadn't to worry, they hadn't to work,
For they had already learnt to fly.


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Mother Nature's Revenge: First Stop Samoa (Cowritten with Carolyn Devonshire)

Note:  The following dialogue is between the voice of Mother Nature and the voice of man.
          It is dedicated to the countless victims of the earthquake-induced tsunami in Samoa.



My Ring of Fire sets ready to erupt
For I, Mother Nature, have had enough
Of pollutants invading reservoirs
And oil-drilled coastlines, sands coated by tar

         How thankful we are for this plentiful earth
         Proceeds and profits boast our corporate worth
         Our mistakes and errors in destructive ways
         Mother Nature will repair in a matter of days

Sea creatures poisoned by hazardous waste
Trash left on beaches by people in haste
Sea oats destroyed as construction proceeds
Turtle hatchlings wandering toward man made beams

         The land is aplenty with resources so fine
         We can wash away the debris, reap when mined
         Mercury, chemical and oils as well
         Mother Nature will dilute as we continue to sell

Whales wash up and expire on ocean shores
Battleships litter the deepest sea floors
With thinning ozone, sea temperatures rise
Igniting rage in my volatile eyes
 
         Another tanker runs aground of the Alaska coast
         Insurance companies payout, our boards in toast
         We can rely on our refineries and oil wells
         For Mother Nature will replace and it will all be swell

Earthquakes, tsunamis are my weapons
Earth’s last days may be man’s time to reckon

          We will reap the rewards as our conglomerates grow rich
          Mother Nature will allow, our industrial snitch


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Currents

Sunrise across the river, laughter going through my head, 
I don't know what become of you, just a laugh away from, 
Some of the things you said. I can hear the river roar. 
Rocky mountain river, saw through a vocal score. 
Late mournings hours with only the days heat to gain, 
Watching, listening to Mother Earth play her games. 
Seeing the day before me, remembering you this way, 
Calms my upset unsettled thoughts that started my day.


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Black or white

A quarrel between white and black 
Occurred between my mother and I 
I say black 
My mother yells white
Is it a battle between darkness and light?
Is it an obsession of some kind?
Is she the angel and I myself become the demon?
Just because I picked a color that matched
Matched my personality 
Matched my exquisitely
Black smolder?
Dark being?
Mysterious soul?
Just because she’s my mother
Doesn’t mean she can control my habit
My choices
I wear what I want to wear
I think what I want to think 
I choose whatever my mind plans
No orders from her
No decisions she has to make
For me
Thank you for everything
But my life isn’t yours
Mother I don’t care what people think 
Let them die thinking
It is me 
It is me that is talking
It is I that is acting 
No orders 
No orders 
From you or anyone else
Start understanding that 
I know you want the best for me
But I know what’s best for me
If I screw up I’ll deal with my mistakes
If I succeed, I want you to be happy
Please mother
No force…


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Don't Mess With Mom

                                                    there is no fury
                                                like a woman's fury -
                                           so don't mess with mom










Tribute To
Mother Nature


It's Not Nice 
Fooling 
Mother Nature   LOL


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Untitled

Sprouted in soil,
not rich nor poor
surprisingly the seedling grows under
the toughest conditions.

Nature is false, though one may not believe-
the burning in the blistering summer,
the drowning in the spring
the Identity ripped away in the fall
and the double edge of winter,
beautiful and bitter.

Only time has shown appreciation
towards the seedling, giving it
Knowledge,
on a daily basis, now a sapling
strength and wisdom acquired
each new year; something gained
nothing lost

But nature furious at time's progression-
takes the rage out on the sapling;
a branch broken
Time heals this injury
but more are sure to follow as the anger rises,
so does the intensity of these wounds
later a storm progresses
and lightning strikes
the sapling suffers at the rage of nature.

A sole protector stands Alone
guarding the Treasure,
as old and beaten,
Alone, against the world-
Always fighting,
refusing any help, this is Her fight.
heartwood exposed
to nature's elements and insects
that attack the vulnerable possession.

Another joins the fight-
waving away objections
bringing tools to heal,
helping to guard
Giving-in
accepting help-
now two brave the world,
burdens shared, protection from harm,
a sacred Treasure.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fall

for me, is but a time
when all my children lose their lime;
their pointy fingers start to rust,
and scatter round like aimless dust.

for me, is loneliness
and thoughts of worshipping Her less-
my children, bound by Her decree,
innately loose themselves from me.

for me, is caustic thoughts
of how my children flailed and fought
to mute commands from heartless wind
that tolls when bonded limbs must rend.

for me, is presence spent
without the warmth of their content-
my children tossed into the fire
against my motherly desire.

for me, is paper pain
with somber wind and hazel rain,
the counting of my children lost-
three months before the deadening frost.

for me, is dead rebirth,
the loss of life to save my worth-
my former children swept by fate;
though more, my mistress shall create.


Details | Narrative | |

Mother to Son

You live in another world
spiritual realm your heaven
a powerful entity in itself.

The watching of your loved ones
from the angels sky
sprinkling your wishes
of joy to them all.

Never missing anything
from the highest plane
where you can move on
to another journey.

The past, present and future
are all multi-dimensional
in the hall of records
where past judgments lie.

Spread your angel wings
fly down to me upon the earth
so I can feel you once more.


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Knowledge

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


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I'll Follow You Like Your Duckling

I'm like your duckling, dear 
I follow wherever you roam so have no fear
I'm your duckling, so don't disappear 
Be my dependable leader
I'll stick around and I'll abide by your side
Like a shadow...(3)
Wie ein Schatten...(2)

I mimic like your duckling, beloved
I swim wherever you paddle so slip on my gear
Be my trustable coach 
I'll follow your routine and float by your side
Like a reflection...(3)
Wie ein Spiegelbild...(2)

I'll follow you wherever you flee
Just signal where we ought to be
I'll follow you wherever you take wing
Just push me back and forward like a swing
Lift me up and pull me down
And I'll follow you
Like your pesky duckling

Take wing, my darling angel 
I'll watch your Devine flight and wave a farewell 
Someday I'll dwell with you 
But I'll be your duckling and will always have you to turn to
Like a hero! (3) 
Wie ein Held! (2)

Like a shadow...(3)
Wie ein Schatten...(2)
Like a reflection...(3)
Wie ein Spiegelbild...(2)

I'll follow you like your ugly duckling



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Why in the World

Why in the World?

I asked myself, 
"Why in the world did God create earthquakes and tsunamis?
There is such devastation, tragedy, lost lives, horrific suffering.

And then, I knew.
Long ago, before man populated the earth,
Before men developed metropolitan areas upon the ocean shore,
When mother earth was free to ebb and flow, free to grow.
There were seasons and tides, rotations and revolutions.
Her face was painted in different shades as time progressed.
Upheavals and uplifting, subuctions and cooling took place.
Eons saw her crust and mantel strengthened, altered…recycled.
The ocean waters rinsed the shores rhythmically.
The moon reined its beauty upon the nights and sands drifted.
Pulsating waves washed the shore…cleansing and eroding.
Crushes of elements sank to her ocean floor.
The shore rejoiced in its newness…for a while.
But balance is a key to restoration, a function of recycling.
She quivers; the earth quakes; the ocean regurgitates upon the shore.
Tsunamis return upon the land that which had been washed away.
Regaining equilibrium within the earth’s core.
Forcefully, volatile, crushing, engulfing, and renewing.
Long ago, before man populated the earth, it served her well.
Earthquakes and tsunamis were a blessing to the planet.
A natural renewal process maintaining balances purposefully.
Fulfilling a function…like a hurricane or a tornado.
Perspectives changed when man spread around the earth.
Civilizations developed; populations increased.  
Man built upon Mother Nature’s shores to enjoy her beauty.
But the moon still reined her forces.
And the need for balance amid life cycles remained.
Freely we are given that which can be quickly removed.
Our souls cry out for understanding of that which must be.
Balance amid all things: atoms, cells, bodies, systems, planets,
And universes…

© March 13, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen




 





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To be loved

Like an eagle in butcher’s corners
Some have embraced it like sands
They are the chicks of hen mothers
Protected from the hard craws of hard beaked birds

Though all in the spherical are
Most from milk teeth are thy denied.
Hovering from every tom & harie
Looking like a raining season vulture

That petched on dry wood.
With feathers like an avian infulexa bird.
 Aching of heart at moon time is thy mood.
With oceans flowing through their lids.

To be loved thy are privilege
Enjoy by the class of privilege.



Details | I do not know? | |

ONE TWO THREE I LOVE YOU

ONE I LOVE YOU 
TWO YOU ARE BEAUTFUL 
THREE YOU CAN SURE LAUGH 


ONE YOU GIVE ME HOPE
 TWO I KNOW YOU LOVE ME 
THREE ARE WE HAPPY

 ONE WE MAKE EACH OTHER   SMILE 
TWO    WILDFLOWERS WE  ARE 
THREE WE SURE BLOW 

 ONE  I LAUGH 

TWO MORE HEARTS 

 THREE MORE  KISSES 

 ONE TWO THREE

 I LOVE YOU


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My FOREVER LOVE

“Ah!  Good Morning, Glad to see YOU :  Happy Valentine’s Day
  I’m off to find my Heartbeats LOVE : will YOU guide me on the way?
  I’ve ne’er been down the path of LOVE, I’ve ne’er been on this Trail
 I’ll walk across the brilliant Rainbows : Stand upon the Sunsets : Pale ::
Against Your illuminating Beauty, Gleaming LOVE ; outshining the Sun
While the Beauty of Mother Nature Cries ; for She knows Her reign is Done
The Tapestry of Her Splendor ; Kaleidoscopic hues of each season of the Year
I console Mother Nature assuring Her beauty lives Forever, as I wipe away HER TEAR
A fork in the Path, now what do I do; to the right there’s a Light, left there’s no view
Onward My Heart Pulsates toward a Voice as a mythical Siren : Mystically calls me
I am close I can feel the Heat of LOVE, from a distant she’s watching Me
As I round the Finally bend, She faces the sun “ Haloed “ by Glorious Sunbeams
Turning Around, in a Golden Gown , her Piercing Forest Earthen Eyes  the Dreams::
I dreamt since Youth ; A reality of Beauty has come to me with her Heavenly Charms
                         HAPPY VALENTINES DAY : BARBARA JEAN 
 I will ALWAYS LOVE YOU, Kiss YOU,  Hug  YOU; FOREVER hold YOU in my Arms

Dedicated to Barbara Jean Gorlick For Valentine's Day and ETERNITY


Details | Rhyme | |

THE DOVE

The dove lit on the ledge outside the lady's room,
Back and forth with pieces of straw we watched him zoom--
For a nest he was building with the help of his mate,
There she would lay her eggs--she couldn't be late.

Tiny babies hatched with great big mouths to feed-
Mom and Dad worked hard to feed their babes on seeds,
The young ones grew up so very, very fast-
To teach them to fly-the time came at last.

Mom and Daddy dove looked at the lady in the bed,
Probably thinking that maybe she needed to be fed-
My patient laughed, for in bird lore she was famed-
She taught in the high school which bore her name.

"They are really so sweet for they are thinking of me"--
She said as a tear dripped down on her knee,
"The babies are flying and leaving the nest,
They now have some free time to get some good rest."

Doves are snow white because they're so pure,
Innocent and trusting, they could  also cure--
Men's bitterness and hatred respond to the "coo",
With musical voices that bring love to us too.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Caesura Aquatica

Voyagers, convene thyselves to return, among us...
Caesura, crown nigh clod, a sylph unwept,
elision thy silhouette, meno thy minuet...
Thine late occurence on thee, wake of cerise sand

Thou belief, like a billow, upon your whitish cheek,
'Twas marina bay, her twaddle a garb of mer,
A henchman docks, thy quay, girdles stymie ebbs,
but he cannot dream aloft a dream she confers...

O'er to woo hand in hand, thou overture unto Sirocco,
Plagues thy pirate ships, quakes men with mar,
His and his only demand, an aegis for lagoons amidst...
Once deluged, sun askew above, one abyss of bagatelles

Deters a tocsin, feign mooting mammals, thy kin a boon,
Aquatica, thee damsel for diminuendos, spurns thy sire,
Her gentle mettle, calls thee, His fervor season calentures...
Aloof thy celestial kisser, nay thy nine, vim domiciles solitary

Doomed skulls ravish, an age id by ice, culls thee, for chastity,
Some may not know, we died to have our love live, over and again,
Amity vows posy littoral seaflowers, buoys colonnades of adventure...
thence, cradles await upon matins, sail thy Oceanus genesis, amen.



Details | Free verse | |

A Mother of Many

Over cooked. 
No one eats it. 
It becomes a Mother.
A nurturing feast.
of Maggots. 
At least it has more heart than you.


Details | Rhyme | |

From within all life come to light THE WOMB OF MOTHER NATURE

From within - all life come to light . 
THE WOMB OF MOTHER NATURE

Before the womb of Mother Nature, stands 
two offspring's, feeding off her old life's hands
One day, a long way down the road of time's passing
they will stand tall before the memory of her place . 

MOTHER NATURE'S VULVA, ****** .

A flower before the beauty of Motherhood,
one day, a month ago, before me stood . 
To day, in the photo, the vision became clear
as I enlarged the picture, bring it near .
Life's journey, before these eyes, was there
for all to see, if but should they care . 
Imagination in me runs wild
at the sight of man's stillborn child
looking out at me from within her ******,
past the beauty that is all vulva .
This unborn child - so old - of man,
his skeletal skull, eyes so sad
slipping into dust, as all before had,
kissing the lips all life passes by
on it's long, long journey to be . 
This unborn child - so old - of man
reaching up it seems, trying to hang on,
but out into the light we all must go,
past the gap between Mothers legs
we must, he must, as dust, fly
out into the great expanse, of blue sky,
living a life fated, dictated, or chosen . 

This in a photo - this day - caught my eye .

B.J. "A" 2
May 24th 2009


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every man's mistress & every woman's mother

In the shelter of unquiet eyes
i've found a place, by night to hide
Forsaking day's harsh scenic views
to choose instead 
the comfort of softer hues
Always here, the world is lit
by Moon's indulgent grey
Pale & radiant she sits;
Highest Priestess
of Night's bliss


Details | Free verse | |

Oyster days

Oyster days 
=
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city 
where her painted dwelling 
overlooks the marine-drive,
now resembles a pearls’ string 
with all those inviting lights.

She has friends for parties, chats, 
for cheers and for gossips; 
now that she has opened up. 
A small town is there 
in her deepest memories.
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?

Does she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting;
when calamities come
like swift toed stranger wearing
a galling grin and knowing,
she has no protective shell
of zinc, iron, calcium?

The needle marks and habits 
are washed at the rehab.
Doctor prescribes this or that, 
for stress, for mind and for health.
She almost laughs at a pill. 
It is boasting to be made 
out of oyster elements.

All is coming back to her. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Shore

When I was born,
birthed from my mother,
breathing for the first time the air
of Mother Earth, our mother,
there was another baby,
slipping through blood 
into the same world as me.

Now, that other baby, my sister –
she and I stand on the edge
of the ocean, at the sea’s beginning,
about to be borne from
the womb of adolescence
into womanhood, into life.

Mother Earth,
sending swells of foam 
to lure us in together:
you don’t trick me, no –
you molded me too smart
of a girl pebble.
But I will always
follow my sister
to the shore.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

English Garden

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | I do not know? | |

Pebbles

Time slips by
like pebbles
flowing gently 
downstream
slipping silently on
before vanishing forever
into the eternal landscape
where the faces of those
we have loved and lost
blend like stars
in the seamless expanse
we call 'yesterday'.

For a moment I knew you
we were drops in an ocean
you have slipped from my grasp
and the pebbles
in the trickling stream of life
flow on.


Details | Haiku | |

The Lead

Hidden in the mist
Young buck following mother
Lead by example


Details | I do not know? | |

Kitchen Window Reverie

Kitchen window reverie
with the sun streaks flooding through the inchworm green leaves of the China Berry tree.
Walls dapple dancing
with mottled shadows mirroring the underwater sunlight ripples filtered through the fluid 
sea.
Delight in my mother’s eyes
with creation on her finger tips and Russian Gypsy blood like fire in her veins
Smiling with elation at the simplest of life’s pleasures
Living within the luxury of her means.


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Hierarchy

With ill feet
I walk, staggering to the truth
Praying for strength Not hope
My faith has no eyes.

Blind to the fact that there are more out there
Like myself, who feel Her, 
Crumbling beneath sick feet
Join, hand-in-hand, and tell her it will NOT be ok.

That we're here, and "we know"
Coddleing her precipices
While others, when she is distracted, 
Rape Her of Her innocence.

Rejoice, Mother, Rejoice!
When human-kind ceases 
So will their need to Take
All that you would have given

Had we co-existed
as intended.
Independence, unfortunately, 
Has killed us.


Details | Free verse | |

omelette

really, i’m really starving 

from the frame of my room’s window 
afternoon sun looks like an omelette 
wonderful, well-fried, big and wide

but that omelette has been divided,
slaughter by neighbors’ tv antennas 
by phone and electronics cables 
and without a few for my stomach 

i try to make my tears not to drops 
remind me again my mom’s omelette 
i used to be find one, a whole one,
as her love with her children

with continues fallen saliva 
i see that omelette without wink 
but only few seconds then 
it is gone ravenous-dine 
by whom i don’t know 
and then left sky alone 
like dirty-grubby plate 

tonight when dark covers the space 
night lamps one by one wake 
i will crawl go out from my room 
then silently lick the sky-plate 
before cleaned by rain or dew
only to entertain my hunger stomach 
then sleep and dream about an omelette


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Mother Star

 The mother of all stars so bright

That sits with much grace and
Beauty

Casting her light with pride and
Grace

Twinkle, twinkle sparkling
Ever so proudly

With posh she sit’s up proud

Casting over dark shadows that
Want’s to roam

Her light peep through the
Heaviest of clouds

I can see her rays of light
Perching through the old
Black clouds

Trying to rule her domain
Casting down shadows of
Blackness left to roam

But

When all is said and all is
Done

Without a doubt she will
Conquer

And conquer she will

To cast out dark shadows
Of darken land

To keep the beauty and beauty
Will rule

Old mother star the mother of all
And the ruler of all that twinkle
Within the night

She rule with love and sit’s
With posh

She never fear

Never afraid to let her beauty
Reign near nor far

Her dominance rule far and
Wide

From end to end of the
Darken sky

The mother of all the stars
That go twinkle into the night

She proudly displays her wisdom

And pride so full of
Grace

She sit’s up high with posh and 
Beauty

Ruling her galaxy leaving a
Trail

Calling it the milky way right
To her heart

Proudly boldly with pose she
Rule her galaxy.. 
 


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Who Bears Your Infancy?

What silk conducts the frail nocturnal moth?
What hand commands its drunken fabric flight?
Whose guiding threads are weaved within its cloth?
--the same maternal moon that knits the night?

Can such a lantern lead it to neglect
the sov'reignty endowed within its wings?
Can such resplendent light induce defect?
Does radiance incite its ragged rings?

If so, what poor parental sense does she,
the nightly wife of dawning's eye, display.
What mother lets her children toddle free
when faulty fathers seek to singe their way?

Why must the moth revere the mother's name,
yet turn to ash before a father's flame?


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother natures displays

Vast arrays of mother natures displays.

Flowers so stunningly bright, natures
delights. 

Colours so bold adding a touch
of warmth to a world some what cold.

Swirling colours caught in a stirring breeze,
it's a hypnotic sway that is bound to please.


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FREE CEE please stay planted for me

               PLEASE STAY PLANTED FOR ME

Oh lady of the sun please don't leave before the spring
the time when Mother Nature shows off what she can bring
mother nature said “flowers shouldn't be for sale”
as brown and dead removed their veil

they shed their masks of coldness and snow
so that the tulips and hydrangeas may grow
flowers shouldn't be for sale but just for show
that lovers may sit in the palette of a garden so please, my dear, don't go

it's almost time for a picnic by that lake
and if it be your will my heart is yours to take
should my voice be stilled and my legs become too weak for me
if I cannot command words let Mother Nature's pride speak for me

stay until the bluebirds return to your yard of grinning green
when the garden demands it the most scintillating scene you've ever seen
please don't leave me now at the springtime's request
when the roses bloom and the soil become their cradle and their nest
   © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

 


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Hold On To Your Hats

I started out the day
Pacing the floors
I couldn't believe it , 
Three week ends in a row

I fed the squirrels and birds
Then grabbed my purse and coat
Headed for the garage
And in the van I got

Oh shoot! It says I need gas
I won't be deterred
I'll stop at the station 
Then it's down the road for me

I've only got 2 hours and 15 minutes
To get to the movie I choose
Can I possibly make it
If I stop for Chinese food?

Which route do I take
Haysville or Clearwater
Think I'll go through Haysville
To see if that old horse is still alive.

Yes, there he is "Poor Old Thing"
And I think I've got back problems
If my back was that sway back
I'd need to push a wheelbarrow to keep my belly in tact.

It's 11:00 o'clock now
And I'm three quarters there
The Chinese place 
Is just over there..

If I can eat in 30 minutes
I'll be able to make it
I can take the outer roads
To avoid some of the traffic.

I made it to the movie
And had no sooner sat
When someone sat down beside me
And on my shoulder tapped.

Sitting there beside me
Was grand daughter number 4
She was home from college
And just had to explore.

We did enjoy the movie
As the people followed clues
From the President's Book
To find the city of gold.

As we departed
They followed me to my car
Just to make sure I made it that far..

I sat and read my Christmas Cards
To let the traffic slack
Trying to decide
Which trail home I'd take.

Finally settling on the route
It'd be through Derby town
It was important for you see
This was the closest McDonald and my ice tea.

I arrived home without any fuss
Now Mother Nature I am set
For the new confinement you impose
Of some more Ice and snow.

I know this poem
Seems rather crude
But you see 
That happens to be my mood.

Foot Note:  Mother Nature got her way. Saturday we had a howling  blizzard most 
of the day.  And it ended with a beautiful red sunset.  No Church today and  they 
talk like more snow and rain for the next  five days.  And then more for next 
weekend.  That will be 4 weekends in a row.  We call it Kansas weather. And you 
wonder why my moody poem.


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THE REAGAN'S WAR ON BUGS

      THE HANDIWORK OF MOTHER FUC>>>>>>NO, I MEAN 
                                             MOTHER NATURE
I used to sit right here complimenting Mother Nature on her handiwork
Please excuse me momentarily for I have some coffee to perk
Okay, now where was I, oh yes I was talking about nature now soiled
And damn it, my coffee over-boiled

So as I was saying I used to sit here complimenting every rose
PORTENDING Platitudes I knew they wanted to hear, like she’s the most beautiful bud that grows 
This very spot was a sanctuary for any bird who spotted a place for him to bathe and drink
They thought me, quite frankly, philanthropic, or at least that’s what I think

Squirrels used to seed the lawn with peanuts, cookies and bread
Buried for when the lion blows in lest they all be dead
Some were gregarious, some of them were shy
But I remember this one particular squirrel guy

He’d come in my lap and dare me not to think him cute
He was adorable with well stuffed cheeks to boot
I look back on those days as dream colored fantasies
Where there WAs no sickness, illness nor disease

Those squirrels no longer dig up that which let’s them live
And besides, because of carcinogens in the air I have no peanuts to give 
Birds NO LONGER TO to bathe in polluted water filled with bugs
I’m telling you man, the important thing to save is the planet and forget a losing war on f*****g drugs
            © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee~! 


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I Am the Mother of War

Tears drop from Mother Earth’s eyes
At the unspeakable horrors
Released by humankind.

Born from Her womb,
These children of Earth murder
Among themselves to the very last.

Mercy flees the scene
As dark knights of Adam charge forth
Into the red mist of blood.

Bullet after bullet,
And sword after sword
Plunge deep into men’s bodies.

Raw violence infiltrates the souls
Of those who rage uncontrolled
Toward their screaming brethren of the Earth.

Their mother sheds another tear
For her dear children gone astray
Fated to lie evermore on bloodstained deathbeds.

Trampled under the marching drumbeat,
Shattered dreams and dashed hopes
Die their death amidst empty corpses.

Mourning the immense loss of life,
Mother sadly gazes down on her children
And speaks the words: I am the Mother of War.


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My First Smile

On my first day,
When I opened my eyes,
I saw another two eyes,
They were looking at me, 
I were frightened to see her,
And started to weep.

My eyes were twinkling in brightness,
Her features were bold,
When she touched me,
My body shrinked in her cold hands,
I were feared and I pissed,
And started to weep.

She laid me down on a soft place,
I climbed with warm body,
She fed me something warm,
I fell asleep,
When I saw two eyes again,
I were smiling on them.


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Bird Songs

I wake to the songs of the birds
I hear them calling my name
I know their comings and their goings
Just as they know mine.

I have woken to the songs of the birds
They know me as I know them.
Season after season
My age has kept the count.

Generational eternity
The going's on of time...
I know these birds
Just as my grandmother before me knew hers

And hers before her knew theirs
And so on, and so forth
Ongoing forever
Forever and ever throughout time.

Repeating, always repeating
Just as a repeating decimal would
Always and forever repeating
with no ending ever in sight.

 

(January 22, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

TRAITS OF A GORGEOUS CHILD

I had the traits of a gorgeous child,
different in looks and behavior,
only mother understood his tremor...
when night fell and he ran inside.


An adorable child expressing curiosity,
touching everything in his path,
and those hands seemed full of creativity...
when visions lured his interest.


I hold this photograph to reminisce the grace
of that tiny toddler beginning his first, memorable race... 
while his mom stretched her protective and loving arms, 
ready to hug him and reward him with tons of smiles. 


I had the traits of a gorgeous child,
obsorbing the vivid images and colors of the seasonal scenes...
I'd describe in my writings, to feel the essence of unreal dreams;
Oh, was I aware of my final stride?


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Forest

A sliver gleaming...
Silver in my Mom's backyard
I feel her... breathing


Details | Rhyme | |

In the Earth Hour

It is up to you and in the earth hour,
To save the energy and shut off the power,
Tick tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,

It is up to you and I to be aware,
To conserve our energy and show we care,
Ticket tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,

The trees from our forests are disappearing,
Yet we only interested in the clothes we are wearing,
Tick tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,

Entire animal species and colonies are being eliminated,
It is up to you and I to wake up and stop acting incapacitated,
Tick tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,

The dirty chemicals that we put into our air,
Can make us sick yet we don’t care,
Tick tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,

The water that we all drink is polluted,
Yet we go on day by day and stay diluted,
Tick tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,

How long will it take you and I to understand?
That we are polluting her resources and using up all her land,
Tick tock on the clock Mother Nature is waiting,

Will you do something, all that you can? 
To stop polluting, recycle and understand,

If we don’t get it right, 
Conserve our energy and win this fight,

Mother Nature may be crumbled 
And it may be too late to correct our fumble,

Tick tock on he clock Mother Nature is waiting.


Details | Haiku | |

'Just Play' (Haiku # 1)

      ‘ Just  Play ’   Haiku # 1

This Sky of Pale Gray
Cloudy-Mist and Silvery
Still… Children Will Play


Details | Rhyme | |

Mother Nature

Mother Nature is a book That holds many lessons. As God’s works are studied, Our minds the Holy Spirit broadens. In these lessons from Mother Nature, Simplicity and purity they hold; Lead the soul from secular attractions; Provide purity and peace like gold. Creation and chemistry Share the same Lord. Harmony of the natural; Spiritual in one accord. In the lessons of Mother Nature Mental powers are strengthened; The character developed; The life ennobled and lengthened. The glory of Mother Nature Is her awesome master mind. Something in man’s past ignorance, Science is beginning to find. We should study the messages That nature provides. The heavens and oceans display Nature’s glory and majesty besides. In Mother Nature We see harmony of the natural, Though damaged by sin’s curse, Still holds God’s beauty eternal. Every tiny little detail Shows that all was planned. Without God’s continual care, Mother Nature would find her wasteland. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2009-2012


Details | Lyric | |

Nature Oh Nature

It came to be by design of the Supreme 
All Creations of the Non-Created Being 
None of its own desire but by the Command 
Their makes they expressly do Exhibit 
As meant to be Mother Nature becomes. 

The Climate and Weather in their take 
The Sun, Moon and Stars in their strides 
Dry Season and Wet Season do proclaim 
Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn do herald 
As meant to appear Mother Nature Shows.

The Fowls of the Air glow in their plumes 
The Beasts of the Land parades in hides 
The Creatures of the Deep in scales and shells 
The Beings of the Earth portray personalities 
As meant to Sound Mother Nature speaks.

In Beauty, Elegance and Poise, 
The Nature of Mother Nature 
So Graceful and Glamorous 
Radiates the Essence of Creation 
By the Supreme Being of Nature.   


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Eve- The Death of Innocence

Links in a chain remind me of floats in a parade come crashing together hard like a veil over a charade the truth now exposed in a vessel named Eve who lays there naked holding her breasts firm, in plain view Her heart goes into an arrest you can see her pain as she quivers violently dying no use crying now that her end has come she knows shes just begun a certain virgin cycle just one of the disciples could follow her new way A pile of guilty ashes portray a world innocent no more all burned out by evil forces their plain white noises echo as screams in my dreams that quickly turn to new nightmares of such a beautiful ending that gives resemblance to an empire of innocence crumbling down like a chain Eve was her name


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Some old memories to recall

There are moments in my life
when I think of my past.
Wish I could bring them back

I remember the time as a child,
when I used to play with my friends;
Our home was a place for fun,
with my siblings doing their share.

When school days come,
I would always have an extra hour,
for my homework and other plans
that comprise my studies at that time.

When summer whizzes by,
more excitement to be with friends;
to play with them and visit other places
make a deal for a wholesome year.

Whenever Christmas comes,
preparations are at hand,
like decorations, singing, and parties all over,
to make our celebrations happier and significant to all.

I still remember how we pray together
with our grandmother in her bedroom
a rosary or other memorized devotions
to lift up to God so many intentions.

With the passage of time,
changes have championed the best;
with Christian values to reflect
and thus incarnate throughout the rest.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother Nature's Waltz

Upon eve, in the morning of spring, I witnessed the waltz of Mother Nature through the 
shaded evergreens. 

An apparition, personification of my daydreams, she did a ritual dance on bare-feet, while, I 
stooped down (hidden) on bended knee. 

All the souls of nature, from the grass to the springs, sprouted to human forms around her. 
For she was their Goddess. 

An earth quake rippled through the ground up to the air, sound as an awaken soul, 
destroying the old with new, an instant out of phase with time; Fantasy clashing with reality.

The scene before me was as dark as it was beautiful, violence intermixed with serenity, 
exhilarating my soul with desire. This is how the moment was painted. 

The dance floor was a battlefield of motion and form, chaos fueling their souls, the hour: 
midnight. Sky was full of an alien audience of stars acting in accordance with their part. Air 
held amplified scents from all of nature around them. 

Magical beings like animals fighting for supremacy to exist, ripping at each-others souls, at 
their organic flesh, shredding each-other into mulch. Music: the cries of the plants.

How deep the torment and content ran within them, ghosts of former selves floating to 
heaven like angels. Others, regenerating into the soil their essence, sprouting up in 
abundance. Mother nature their mediator. For this was the Waltz of the Seasons. 

Then, as quickly as it began, all the magic faded to obscurity as Mother Nature walked on. 
Leaving behind the coliseum of change. Leaving behind this reporter, observing through 
realities peephole.

http://artcomet.blogspot.com/2009/12/waltz-of-mother-nature.html


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The Power of Love

The power of love holds the battleground. 
Nuclear blasts from sea to sea. 
Wait and you will see!
Begging, kicking, and screaming:
Pleading, “Give it to me”!
Standing on God’s ground, defended by the armor and shield melting.

The power of love holds the mystery.
Things are never as they seem.
Do the means meet the extremes?
Where, how, when was I?
Wondering if it was only a dream? 
Standing on God’s ground, defeated by the lock that obtains that key.

The power of love carries the only prayer.
Time to come and be done.
Soon you will be the one.
Dead, black, despair:
Hoping, will someone hear?
Standing on God’s ground, lost in the dream in which you begun.


®Registered: 1998   Ann Rich


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Let Go

Let go
Ill crawl on my own. 

Let go
I’ll go down the slide.

Let go
I’ll make friends.

Let go
Ill ride my bike.

Let go
I’ll live my life.

Let go
I’ll do great, you’ll see.

Let go
Ill succeed and make you
Proud.

Just Let Go!


Details | I do not know? | |

Rains, Legends of the Wolves

Toddlers teeter on the hollowed trunks and sport with juts of ice. 'Cross boulder bridges, flouting rapids, hop the agile blond and beige. Yet in close chase, for or found, and on uneven ground, they’ll slip. Clots in black and rose bespatter tans and whites. Though clouds may cope the flights of cubs and fawns in torrents spirit laden, steps shan’t be erased, where o’er plight’s edge they’re furrowed. Would least the cliff lay lad to nestle upon drifts of pedals fallow or as cradled by green swaths of summer blades. For if to hope, the whelp when bade need but renounce a bed of clover, might a father’s beckon stern retrieve the slain. But scolds can echo no reprieve where o’er forever’s precipice the yearling brown has left the seasons scarlet stained. Though with the day’s advance, a glance would chance the fact all tracks do fade, in the havens gray, in every trace, we dawdle. It’s the cleft that blanched a mother’s face. Bereft, her tears are gained. And blood ‘s been shed till never, like the rains.


Details | Ballad | |

The Little Wave

Once the North wind made love with the sea


and a tiny little wave soon came to be


Father Wind would guide him as he grew

His Mother was the sea he traveled through

and as they brought him closer to the shore

each day he would grow a little more

and safe within the arms of Mother Sea

He imagined just how big he'd grow to be

The handsome foam that formed upon his crest

was among his mothers gifts that he loved best

and the harder that his Father Wind would blow

the larger and the stronger he would grow

One day a fearsome sound came to his ear

an awful sound that filled his heart with fear

he feared something he couldn't understand

when he saw the other waves crash on the sand


He wept as he drew closer to the shore

for it seemed to him he soon would be no more

He cried and cried, "Alas! Oh woe is me."

with mortal fear of what was soon to be


When his Father and his Mother heard him cry

they told their weeping wave,, "You will not die."

"There is a gift you must deliver to the sand

then simply return to our love where you began


You'll sleep a while with Mother Sea, and then

Father Wind will guide you once again


Details | Light Poetry | |

mother india

a bird has found its nest
in her tender arms who caress
the heart & soul of this earth
that is mother india, mother india


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A Fawns Miracle

It is hunting season in the mist of beauty and delight
In the thick of the trees, sounds of shooting, deer run in fright
Some grow weak  are taken by man
Others  search for safety somewhere in their land

A little fawn tumbles in fear, mother lost to the hunters dance
Not knowing where to go, suddenly, a light from his side way glance
He stumbles up on his feet, so confused, sadden and in fear
Heads toward the light with wonder, unaware of what is near

Hope in his little heart as he runs into a horrible surprise
Headlights in his face, breaks squeal, to his near demise
As he opens his heavy eyes, breathless and so unaware
Unable to move he shivers, to taillights of someone who cares

This angel who was approaching the near dead fawn
Was speaking to him with a soft voice as she  put him on the lawn
She spoke to him with love,  made him feel so safe
Hold on there beautiful baby I will help you find your place

He could feel his heartbeat grow weak as she stroked his little head
With tears in her eyes she spoke to God, this is what she said
Please lord it is my desire to save your wonderful creation 
Give him breath,  heal him please,  it is not his destination

Her tears fell on his face, warmth he could feel  once more
His breath along with his heartbeat,  strong like it was before
Strength was back in him, to his feet he did arise
He kissed the beautiful angel, for she saved him from demise

He headed for the woods, then suddenly he veered
He turned to look again, the angel disappeared
Saddened once more alone again was he
The horrifying noises gone, now silence, how could this be

He entered in the woods his mother alive, back on her feet
Happily he trotted to her, his heart just skipped a beat
Not only did the angel save him, from something bad
But all was back to normal in his home with mom and dad!!


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Fire Mother

Cold morning greets the weary eye clouds drape the horizon in gray
I turn around avoiding the sight I cannot stand with a dreary pale day
And then I feel it on the nape of my neck A hint of warmth kissing my skin
I turn around gazing out my window and see in the gray light the size of a pin
I try not to build on my hopes the thin ray of light might be gone in a tick
And then it happened the clouds parted way amazing ling quick

within a moment I was a washed in light blinding brilliant and glaring so bright
it was like the day had defeated the night leaving the world with breathtaking sight
The orb of energy colored the sky in outrages shadows and countless hues
the godly object painting its art from star to star the cosmos its muse

I moved with a pace to open the door I flung it open with a giddy delight
the clouds burned away by the waking of ra the life giving force of comfort and might
the rays that touched the flesh of my face washed in warmth a faint tingle
Colors above began to dissipate lose there sharpness leave then un mingle

now the sky retains the majestic color of the all welcoming blue
now nothing can stop the suns life and energy from making it through
the moments I spent outside my front door revitalized my heart filled my soul
I dare not stare into the great star the center so bright a positive hole

I stood there soaking up the nectar my skin absorbing the vital beams
Before this day I thought the world could only be this beautiful in our dreams
Iam not sure to this day how long I enjoyed it how long did I stay
I took the time to indulge in the feeling the blinding array

The golden orb that gives life a chance nourishes its children down below
refreshes my outlook changes the day shinning down for the rest to grow
to bathe in its glory heat on my skin sensations burn from my feet to my chin
summer is coming in its time the way it has always done the way its been

Shading my eyes from the fiery glare I take a last glance at the burning sphere
so filled up inside with light and warmth my lets out a rejoice full tear
Once again it will set in the sky but it doesn’t take long for it to appear
to give the life that we all so crave and to make our days a little more clear
a god to revere a star we hold dear every summer once every year it comes again
to greet us here banish the dark conquer our fear once again I will gaze and ill peer on the 
celestial being 
that owns the sky the liquid fire mother our sphere


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The Hurricane

The hurricane, so viscous, so violent!
Yes, it must rain.
This force is behind, 
This force beyond!
Yet, finally it came.
The winds, clever and dangerously rough,
Please measure this poll.
Dark clouds consume the heavenly skies, capturing ones soul.
With a love so hard, yet, a love much too cold!
Our world now spins, hopeless and out of control!
You are you and I am me,
Together, our climates capture and debate this Sea.
These winds are too strong, our sky so dark and dim.
Stricken with fear, too afraid to release what is deep within.
The storm is here, so grab onto your soul! 
Yet, beware! This one is fearless and this one we share.
Scream its name and it shall cry its love,
For it be you, far beyond the heavens above!
Hold your strength with a grip so tight,
That storm will surely break, so where’s your fight?
This hurricane can surely hold its own.
Our little world can and will be shown.
Our damage is as our damage does,
Surely this tiny world isn’t our just and only cause!
You hold that thought and forever we shall be,
True love bound and forbidden to set itself free,
Held within you and deep within me,
This love was meant forever, 
One day this you shall see!
This hurricane loves, yet, 
It wills to hate,
The forbidden fruit conquered by its very own fate.
Give your seeds, but stand your ground. 
Forever in this world!
For once we shall not be lost, but found.            

®Registered: Ann Rich 1997                                           


Details | I do not know? | |

Pachamama´s Revenge

How long has Babylon ruled the world?
How long have we raped, and ruined and murdered
These things aren´t marks of a civilised society
You think you´re enlightened? Well, open your eyes!
When Babylon falls will you fall too?
When Babylon falls, will you know what to do?
Cos there ain´t no place that´ll be safe then.
No point in running when the Earth is quaking,
buildings are falling, grown men are shaking,
wars over food, wars over water,
taken by surprise cos who´d ever thought
that the civilised world could be destroyed,
crushed and toppled, over so quickly,
civilisation turns into chaos so quickly
and all the way down you were saying "it´s ok!"
selling your soul for another selfish day,
counting your pennies, spending your pounds
cos money makes the world go round!
ignoring the Mother that´s under your feet
the Earth you´re smothering under your concrete
the Earth who can hear the cries of the desolate,
the hungry, the cold, the lonely, the abused
and all of those whom the rich world forget.
Babylon stands like a selfish child,
prize in its hand, but all the while
the Earth is moving under the ground
gathering its strength for the final round...

so what you going to do when Babylon falls?
are you going to fall when Babylon falls?
or will you be part of a brand new world
based on compassion, honesty and care
for the Earth? well, it´s time to prepare.....
Babylon will fall but the Earth won´t fall,
Pachamama´s ancient, she´s seen it all before
and if you love the Earth, she won´t kill you,
if you love the Earth, you´ll know what to do,
but now´s the time to listen, now´s the time to learn,
time to prepare for when Babylon burn,
so that from the ashes, the Phoenix will spring
and after the nightmare, the new dawn wil bring
a fresh opportunity to learn how to live
in harmony with the Earth, to learn how to give
as well as take, to learn how to nurture
as well as to break.....

for we are the children of Mother Earth
she doesn´t want to kill those to whom she gave birth,
only is she has to, only if she must
to protect herself: she is fair, she is just
and if you respect her, she´ll give you many gifts,
she gives you everything you need to live
and a little "thank you" sometimes would be good
when you´re enjoying her fruits, her sunshine, her wood.
If you respect the Earth, she´ll always respect you,
and there´s nothing to fear, nothing to do.


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we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission

"oh"

n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 

Hmmm....


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end
repeat2x


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MOTHER EARTH

Read these words I write of truth
What we left for our youth
This place called home, Mother Earth
Supply's all things for lifes birth

A brilliant sky so distant and blue
Smokey clouds that mountains soar through
Such beautiful waters once crisp and clean
Slowly die as they turn green

Flourishing lands to provide us food
Yet still we treat her oh so crude
One of these days it will be to late
We have no time to sit and wait

Our childrens future is at hand
For one day this will be their land
So much was given for all to share
Then greed stepped in out went fair

Lets get started and get things done
Earths supply will soon be none
Theres no other planet that we can see
We've searched throughout history

We must band together and turn things around
To make Mother Earth safe and sound
Try to change the way we live
Don't take as much and try to give

Clean up our mess and plant some trees
Care more about the birds and the bees
Love the earth as you love your child
Before she turns violent and things get wild

Maybe we could slow things down
Clean it all up town by town
The time is now this very day
Her beauty slowly melts away

So stop and think what can we do
To keep our waters clean and blue
Things won't change unless we try
Or MOTHER EARTH will surely die!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Reflections Within My Child

As I feel you grow sweet sour child
It makes me calm with waves of wild
The moods of wind' will change our ocean
And storms pass by when your eyes become open

The fear of change my waters' cover
My fullest of genda exposed to my lover
I start to disfigure as you build your shell
Your health in return I wish in your well

I look deep within and imagine your feature
And shadows appear with silhouettes of my Creature
The weight of worry lifted from my mind
As you float to surface and your figure I find

When I hurt do you cry Like a sea with Emotion
Or a devil disguised And you give all such potion
You reveal all you are when your sea heads Shore
Then my raindrops will wash my love to Pour

Summons of passion formed my baby within
A reflection of love upon my mirrors of sin
Washed away through my desire and love
My heavenly being from the heavens above

No evil compares to our faith within he
We are Gods children - an image of thee
My child but an angel plays a song of time
The atmosphere whistles when our bodies combine 

The depth of my body you need to survive
My breath and my blood will keep you alive
You will have your own instinct so I wait as your tutor
The one who gives life will decide on your future


Details | Free verse | |

Two Little Ducklings (written by a 9 year old girl)

Two little ducklings
Went on a journey
Because they were looking for their Mother
They went in the pond
Then they saw a Mommy duck
Then the Mommy duck punished 
The two little ducklings
Because they are not supposed to leave home


Details | Personification | |

Palms by the Sea

Oh this Sea from left to right,
How my mind gathers your visions to my sight.
You clouds stray from over here to over there,
And my lungs fill deep as they gather you into my air.
I am the neutral zone with all of my love that I share
The “Palms by the Sea” give my visions their true light!
In each I can see myself inside of a seemingly height.
The Palms by the Sea are my only solemn oath I fight!
 Up inside of the tallest tree I shall surely come,
Your Earth, your Moon and your Sun I shall make them all come undone!
I am you as you breathe my life and it is your love that I shall proclaim in the moment I seize!
Up inside of you I am proclaiming my every single genuine need.
The “Palms by the Sea” guard the shores for my more, my all, or even none!


®Registered: Ann Rich 1997



Details | Free verse | |

Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Woman!

The complete opposite of a man… 
Existence is unique and never less than.
Her presence can be compelling and desirable,
Forthright, like a force from nature, unstoppable!
Exuding feminine qualities that are mesmerizing,
So much so, that it’s uncanny and amazingly hypnotizing. 
In a noble manner that she sees fit to fashion,
She is capable of undeniable passion.
When she loves, her emotions prevail,
Her warmth and loyalty with adoration we hail,
For her wholesome nurturing shall never fail.
In respect to her genuine, moral sense,
A being that epitomizes beauty and intelligence,
So with this I say with pertinence,
Show a woman honor, respect, to emphasize her importance.


Details | Free verse | |

IN THE BLUEBELL WOODS ( PART I I )

IN THE BLUEBELL WOODS  ( PART I I )


But none of these took my fancy
As much as the myriad bluebells
Which had spread to every shady nook and cranny
Of the floor of the leafy sea.
It was love at first sight.
Every one of these tiny blue mermaids
Had a straight smooth stem a few inches tall,
And at the top every one turned down
Her head shyly in silent blue whispers.
These creatures were too delicate to pick,
And it never even crossed 
My adoring mind to try, 
But I ran to my mother and pulled her 
By the little finger over to where
The biggest clumps lay spread out taking their ease.
Unnecessary to pick  any of the bluebells;
It was sufficient to have a short conversation with them and about them.

Of the end of the woods trip…..I have no memory.
Indeed, I cannot really recollect
The day ending at all.
The lack of time sense when you are four
Has the advantage of allowing
What may well be a short, intensely-lived experience
To telescope into a one of much longer duration,
Sometimes without any definite end.

It may be that 
The bluebell woods of Shotley Bridge
Were no more than the overgrown garden
Of some elderly maiden aunt
Whom my mother was visiting that day,
Or perhaps they weren’t in reality
Located in Shotley Bridge at all,  
But in some other location  -
But they were there somewhere, 
And I had really seen them,
I had really smelled them.

To try to recapture childhood memories
Is like trying to preserve
The beauty of a flower
By picking it for a collection.
Its beauty is gone with the picking.


Details | Free verse | |

Lovely Heaven and Nature

Everyday is a new day
Everyday is  being born again.
Everyday is a new start.
Everyday is a new beginning

Nature is my loving mother
The heavens that cover over me is my caring father.
Im never alone.
The out-numerous stars surrounds me.

I am taken care form loneliness
Angel guide me thru the danger i may face.
The power is great
Im happy

My father loves me.
He made Mother Nature help me heal.
My wounds don't hurt anymore.
Im blessed daily

In love I am with the gifts of Mother Nature 
In love I am with the gifts of my Creator in the heavens.
In love I am with the beauty that surrounds me.
Im Blessed daily no matter what


Details | I do not know? | |

Chorus

Flakes scramble for one
Last breath as they
Plummet towards her face. 
Glazing each cheek, puddling
Down to her lip.

Her shrieks shatter the
Clouds- spreading        then
Disintegrating into the beams
Of light-   crowing the aura,
Pushing through the gray.

Quivering legs radiate
Into the soil
Awaiting the final
Push into daylight.

Releasing out of her
Worn and weathered womb, 
Melodies of swift willows and
Grazed petals intertwine down
Her veins migrating into the lonely soil.
Greeting each other with a warm smile,
And a soft kiss.    The melodies make their
Home there, spread stretches of chords 
Through the ground and rest.

Once they are settled in, they 
Breath in our  world, and 
Ready themselves for the
Cavatina.



	




	


Details | Lyric | |

To My Naked Lady


“…and 
if I 
can not write 

in 
a piece
of paper, 

nor
talk to 
the neighbors
 
about your pink skin, don’t 

you 
worry, 
no one will 

take 
the spot 
that you etched
 
in 
me, no 
one will quench

my thirst, but you, Mother!”


Details | Free verse | |

Hatch Bird! Hatch!

Once there was a nest
high in a tree
where no one could even reach it
of course
In that tree was a little bird
who knew everything
that his mom said to do
because his mom said it in a way
that he could hear in his egg
For that, he giggled 
when he hatched.
He was not able to fly
but he was able to walk
He walked to his mom
and they lived happily ever after
and never went anywhere without each other.

The End

Ava


Details | Free verse | |

Remembering

She lay on the sofa,
Two arthritis pain pills nearby, 
Holding a thin romance book
With a thin plot involving
An empty heroine, an empty hero,
Explicitly but tastefully making love.

I’ve heard, she said, closing the book,
Marking her place with a folded handkerchief,
That books with graphic sex  
Can be awfully boring.
What are those tall trees across the street?

Georgia pines, we told her.   
She asked:  Is the tallest one the father,  
And the other two son and daughter?   
We laughed.  All siblings, we replied.
She looked doubtful.  Then she said:  
I’m convinced trees talk, I wish I knew what about.
Since I'm eighty now, I suppose 
I'll never understand tree language.
I also think each tree has a soul,
The way people do -- don’t you?

What’s the glossy dark green tree on the left?  
A magnolia, we said, almost an evergreen.
Remember magnolias from Maryland?
Smaller ones -- we called them sweet bays.

Yes, she said, and smiled.  Beautiful small magnolias
With creamy blossoms, up on the hill.   

There’s a weeping willow, she went on,
A happy bouncy willow.
Look how gracefully it bends in the breeze!  

March had a cruel surprise:    
Four inches of icy snow, bitter winds..
The willow perished.  
Later a bush appeared in its place,
But we kept on picturing the willow.    
Next they replaced the grove of pines 
With a tire shop.
A year later, the magnolia was felled, 
And the house behind it, too.
Six condos were quickly built, 
And marketed for a million dollars each.

Still, we'd see when looking across the street, 
Superimposed on the replacements, 
The willow, the magnolia, the pines.
Lovely tree ghosts:  They had greeted us kindly.

By then our mother wasn't on the sofa or reading.
She was bedridden, and couldn’t focus on books.
Despite her dying heart, we all three 
Changed our residence -- an enforced move.

We hope the tree ghosts are still intact and active,
We'll always think of them with affection,
But my sister and I don't plan to visit that block again.
 
Our mother is not alive any more, either,
But we doubt she’s a ghost, like the trees.
We consider that she is
Bound up forever in the bonds of eternal life.
All the same, at times we’ll be overcome
By a wave of goodness and warmth,
Amazing beauty and strength,
Incredible devotion.
Then, puzzled, we'll discuss what happened,  
And the only sane conclusion we can reach
Is that Mama had paid us a fleeting loving visit.


Details | Tanka | |

Mother of Nature

Mother of Nature
Signature of daily health
I call out to you
The pain, the pain so intense
I feel the presence of death
Flowing over me
But it’s not through me inside
Mother of Nature
I hurt, hurting forever
May you cure my unique ills

Russell Sivey


Details | Free verse | |

Heart and Soul

Oh Gentle winds purify me
Free my doubts so i can see
The luminious light 
And escape the darkness night

Oh Mother Earth i feel your cry
Nature's  voice begin to die
I know im still here
But i still love you, have no fear

Through the Clouds
and beyond
Hear my calls in my mind
I  will protect you  even if im blind

My love for you will always stay
I will  pray for you everday
And give you my all
With my Heart And Soul







Details | I do not know? | |

THE GOLDEN YEARS

                   The world has heard of the golden years
                            Is it a myth or a phrase
                   When do they begin,when do they end
                    When you are young you can run the race
                    But when you're old you can't wash your face
                     Your bones ache in pain at night
                      Your joints are rusty ,and you lose your sight
                     When they tell you about the pot of gold
                      At the end of a rainbow,you can't hear
                                 Must be the golden years.          


Details | Acrostic | |

~ Slow~


Sluggish and settled
  or softened with age
Low speed and laid back
  a lagging old sage
Overdue and overwhelmed
   out of order and old
Wound down  and weary
   but her heart is pure gold



Details | Quatrain | |

I SWEAR SATAN REALLY IS MY DADDY

      THE HANDIWORK OF MOTHER FUC>>>>>>NO, I MEAN 
                                             MOTHER NATURE
I used to sit right here complimenting Mother Nature on her handiwork
Please excuse me momentarily for I have some coffee to perk
Okay, now where was I, oh yes I was talking about nature now soiled
And damn it, my coffee over-boiled

So as I was saying I used to sit here complimenting every rose
Platitudes I knew they wanted to hear, like she’s the most beautiful bud that grows 
This very spot was a sanctuary for any bird who spotted a place for him to bathe and drink
They thought me, quite frankly, philanthropic, or at least that’s what I think

Squirrels used to seed the lawn with peanuts, cookies and bread
Buried for when the lion blows in lest they all be dead
Some were gregarious, some of them were shy
But I remember this one particular squirrel I named “Guy”

He’d come in my lap and dare me not to think him cute
He was adorable with well stuffed cheeks to boot
I look back on those days as dream colored fantasies
Where there is no sickness, illness nor disease

Those squirrels no longer dig up that which let’s them live
And besides, because of carcinogens in the air I have no peanuts to give 
But birds to bathe in polluted water filled with bugs
I’m telling you man, the important thing to save is the planet and forget a losing war on f*****g drugs
            © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee~! 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mother Of Waters

Mother of Waters
you're peace and tranquility;
how I long to be as free.

Oh Mother of Waters,
mighty! untroubled, and true!
change me to be just like you.

You have given us life
then have taken it away...
seen battles lost and won
through the nights until the day.

But who can say
what controls your silence?
And who can say 
what commands your violence?

Sweet Mother of Waters
graceful, mystic, serene...
who can know what you have seen?

You have given us life
then have taken it away...
seen battles lost and won
through the nights until the day.

but who can say
what controls your silence?
And who can say
what commands your violence?

Dear Mother of Waters,
great mirror of the dusk and the dawning...
calming, soothing, everlasting...
how I long to be as free!

Change me to be just as thee.


Details | Rhyme | |

Maternal Calm (2005)

That sweet voice rocking you to sleep
A huge cuddle that’s almost making you weep
That unconditional love like no other
That beautiful feeling when you hug your mother 


Details | Tanka | |

Awakening


a warrior awakes
full~ hardened at sunrise
love breaks his fasting
young squaw with belly rounded
quickening~ a warrior wakes


Details | Rhyme | |

October Snow

October should have falling leaves
Instead of pelting flakes.
It seems like Mother Nature
Has been making some mistakes.

Perhaps she’s getting senile
And dementia’s taken hold,
So despite the date, she’s sending us
Some snow and ice and cold.

The hay rides all have been postponed,
The pumpkins rimed with frost;
And people who planned outdoor galas
Must feel double-crossed.

There’s nothing we can really do
If Mother Nature slips.
With any weather she doles out,
We have to come to grips.

And so today, I stayed inside
And watched the snowflakes fly;
When crazy rules come from above,
We might as well comply.


Details | Narrative | |

Was It An Act of God?

Catastrophes,natural disasters and torrential rains
what causes these thing to happen, on whom do you place the blame?
mankind has misused and abused this planet on which we live
Mother Nature must make adjustments, the forces of nature then give
we have built too many buildings, taken over too much land
an earthquake may be a realignment to the acts and plans of man

aerosol cans, rain forest diminishing, the erosion of the soil and ground
when the rain eventually falls the lack of trees causes the mud to slide down
God gave us some power, many have called it free-will
mankind can use it for good or he can use it for ill-will
yet when many lives are lost and so many souls depart
why does anyone think to ask, was it an act of God?

air pollution, water pollution, the whole industrial age
has ravaged our planet and brought about Mother Nature's rage
we act before we think, we destroyed things that can't be replaced
maybe Mother Nature is trying to tell us to do an about face
tsunamis, monsoons and all types of major tidal waves
may be a wake-up call to how we have behaved

we need to come together and start making some major plans
stop raping our natural resources and start preserving God's land
so if anyone ever asks you, was it an act of God the Lord Christ?
just ask them for this planet, what has mankind sacrificed?
we are selfish in our deeds, self-absorbed in our needs
eventually we must bear the blame and we all will pay the price
just don't be so quick to place the burden of guilt on God the Lord Christ


Details | Rhyme | |

Mother Earth

OCEAN WAVES LAP TO AND FRO
AIR UP WHERE THE WIND DOTH BLOW
FIRE THAT CONSUMES ALL WHERE IT GO
EARTH, MOTHER OF ALL

SNOW THAT BLANKETS ALL THAT'S STILL
RAIN THAT FALLS THE LAKE TO FILL
ICE THAT FREEZES ALL STANDS SITLL
EARTH, MOTHER OF ALL

SOIL THAT COVERS FIELD AND GLEN
HEATHER BLANKETS MOOR AND FEN
SUN IN WHOSE WARMTH WE DWELL
EARTH, MOTHER OF ALL


Details | Free verse | |

Feminine

Feminine

Ancient practice knew
The importance of primal
Creation
The identity of birth
It was then
The nurtured seed of flourishing life
Rested in the core
Of season revolving
Planetary evolving
Chord spirit
Life

The dance of willing sacrifice
To die exulted 
In giving
Re-birthing in mystical cycles
It was then
The natural worship
Of offering
Ultimate resplendent loving

Ancient this nature was 
A primordial balance
Of intuitive understanding
A deeper knowledge let flow
And knew the identity 
Of birth

Feminine




But witchery and rack
And bible black
Have distorted by men
The word of life to death
And love to sin
A picture perfect administration of heaven
The masculine doctrines written
Counted Eve responsible
For the fall from Eden

Turned woman to guilt
And prized possession
The plaything of capitalism
Over ruled by “man” made dogma ( godma )
The stronger reviled
To the weaker

Dirtied by sex
The apple core stuck in her throat
The equilibrium tipped
To favour control
By the power hunger
Of religion




Once long ago
We knew the identity
Of birth
The power of life
The importance of
Primal creation
The nurtured seed
Of flourishing life

Feminine







Details | Haiku | |

The Mother Cloud

Children of the sky
Are whipped by the lightening stick
From the mother cloud


Details | Ode | |

BAIANO

In the lovely Campanian countryside, amid
verdant hills and mountains...where Virgil
stopped to rest,while jeourneying to visit Cybele's temple, 
lie a fertile valley where chestnut and walnut trees
abound...there is hidden the bustling town of my birth!
Narrow streets overlooked by bell towers,
and whenever the sturdy bronze bells ring 
in the fragrant air of early spring:
young and old from windows and balconies, 
in the twelfth hour, engage
in the sweet thanksgiving prayer...
while the tricolor flags sway in the warmest breeze!   

The town's friendly people will welcome you with song,
untill you feel wonderful and touched by all;  
this town has seen invasion, pestilences and a dire year... 
an almost fatal hurricane that prevented a fierce battle
from being fought during World War II;
was Divine Intervention a factor to be acknowledged?
It spared this town being bombarded by air,
and it saved my mother's life to tell this truth!

God blessed this unknown place,
and sent Mary with the infant  Jesus,
four days after He was born,
on a long jeourney through that valley
filled with peace and beauty:
to find a revered and holy mountain...
much closer to Heaven!
And She shed many tears
to give all the dull flowers
a brilliance of their own!

Deep in the hills there was a very special place I choose,
where I would rever the magnificence of the valley...
revealing a superb panorama with the Vesuvius in sight,
was there another creation as magnificent as that ?
And that owesome view perked up my inspiration inside,
teaching my  tiny fingers to write with a human heart!
O Baiano, don't strip this name from your walls and stones:
I am a forgotten native who will return before he'll die!





Details | I do not know? | |

The closest to heaven

The closest to heaven
I ever got was when I knew their going to be a you.
When I felt you I never felt something more true.
I even cried for you,
Knowing if something ever harmed you 
I’d fight for you
Knowing what ever you looked like I still would never have seen anything more beautiful as you.
Doing the best for you is all I ever wanted to do.
But letting go was the hardest thing I had to do.
Letting you go to a life I couldn’t give you.
I never knew I could love as much as I loved you.
The closest I ever got to heaven was when I gave birth to you.


Details | Ballade | |

DAUGHTER

Beautiful glooming rose
Beauty gentle snowflake
Breathless hellos
Hug touch of a hand
Growing proud
Growing love
Growing thoughtfulness
Forgiven honesty
Simple gift of surprises
Baby smile memories
Always dancing around me
Warmth of memories
Comfortable memories
Safe keepsake
Priceless star
Breath holding
Caring opinions
Wounding love
Cherish moments
Deeply wounded heart
A helping hand
A costly smile
A endless friendship
I wish I had a daughter.


Details | Free verse | |

Just Live

Can I not live?  Just live.  Just live and breathe
And appreciate, not my life, but life.
Walk beneath the stormy skies and see the clouds
And smile at the moon. She always appreciates
She reassures me that the Sun is still there
And His rays touch her and they will touch me
They make me.  

Can I not live?
See the beauty in the growing grasses
Aware of life, but not my own.
Aware that I am just a visitor, a speck
That rides the chords of time and loves.
To touch the hands of such a Father
And to nestle in the breasts of Mother Earth
I must respect and be alert for what She says
I only suckle when she demands, and it
Is in respect.  Complete respect that I genuinely keep

Can I not live?  Just live and walk on the sands.
Touch the surface of a rolling world that roars
And foams at my feet.  Those massive beasts,
Part of a world I cannot explore and should not
Because, I respect.  My Mother Earth cries
For me and for them.  

Can I not just live?
Who should I listen to?  My Mother or
The Man of law that defecates her soul?
Must I be confined to a cement block?
And littered with shoving expectations that suffocate
I cannot live.  I cannot just live.


Details | Didactic | |

Acts of God

Neither Mother Nature nor Father Time
Has ever railed any accusation
Against God with reason or with its rhyme
For earth’s travails, there’s no gratulation
In deeds of the gods evil to the hilt
Who bring such slanders; yet, they hold the guilt

With the prince of the power of the air
Who comes to kill, deprive and raze; the theif
Of the kings and rulers everywhere,
Orchestrating casualties and grief,
Thrusting in his sickle and clutching the snath
In anger and hatred reaps earth in wrath,

For he was cut down; falling to the ground
He drew the third of the stars of Heaven
With him, and his pomp; his viols did sound
Within his chaos until day seven
When God had made good that void with form and
On the day before gave man its command.

Thus, rage of the serpent was so subtle
To steal the crown to be god of this world,
But his time’s cut short since God’s rebuttal;
So he takes out his vengence, and it’s hurled
At those who have no law and make no pledge,
At overcomers gaurded with a hedge;

The winds, earthquakes and fires pass by with force,
But God only good, is without the blame
When Father tells Mother to take this course;
Since the gods follow evil to the flame,
The earth is in sorrows to be redeemed,
And God is the One most often blasphemed.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sparrow

I sit on this branch of the cypress tree
Engulfed in memories of gone-bye days
Placing my deserted nest in front of me
World moves on but a monument stays

I selected the safest branch of the cypress
Expertly using my beak, wings and claw
Picked stalks from plants like jasmine and roses
Using strings from the paddy’s straw

With the fragrant rose petals the bed was made
With love and care and undying desires
The impeccable decor, the light and shade
Its finishing, its beauty every bird admires

Enchanting sounds of the eggshell’s pricks
Breaking one after the other the canopies
And peeped my adorable progeny chicks
Fed them live worms to satisfy and appease

Protected them from evil eyes of lustful hawks
The quilt of my stretched feather served them when cold
Guarded them from winds and lightning's shocks
My lullabies and narration of stories untold

The nest was filled with the cry of joy
Dark nights came with the bright lamp of moon
The sun sent its shine with a message to ‘enjoy’
The butterflies danced on a ravishing tune

The juveniles were given such love and care
A day came when they took to wings to fly
With boldness and self esteem that eagles dare
Making the nest desolate and lonely under sky

My castle of love is blown and so my dreams 
The apathy makes my drained out eyes to cry 
O cypress trees and roses, my soul screams 
My progeny to turn and say, ‘Mama Good-bye’



Details | Narrative | |

In These Eyes of Mine

In the glow of the day, rise the shadows of a dark night where I come free.
Walking slow yet running with hot flames drenched by my body soiled, I am here.
My walk, my life, I stand with this seed.
Taking me down, all the way because I am the only one who care’s.
In these eyes of mine, let the Sun make glow of my hair!
In the depths of the Oceans may the Mountains peak, I am free.
Stroking slowly, yet rock climbing with the pain of broken rocks, I go there.
My depth and my height I stand with this need.
Rolling me around, all the way because I am the only one who share’s.
In these eyes of mine, let the Mountain make depth of my care.
In the brightness of the Stars lingers a magical gleam, all scattered and free.
Breathing slowly, yet desperate for the air to give my last and final breath, I am there.
My deepest, my highest, I stand with this greed.
Pulling me down to the ground all of the way because I am here!
In these eyes of mine, let the Stars make bright of my fear.
These eyes of mine give to you this planted seed with all of my prayers.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1999


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One

I long for the Mother of the Earth
To caress my shattered soul
In the warmth of her sun,
And strength of her sturdy ground.

My heart beats against her bed of grass,
And I can feel them, 
The quaking spirits
Bound in and around me.

Love is living the energy that makes me.
I know this earth.
The Mother loves my every thought,
For without them,
How is the sky to be blue?

The air I breathe completes me.
I exhale and return the favor
Of which I was given in her bounty.

How might I look upon this earth
And frown? For I am the earth,
And she carries my soul.

Love is to know
Wherever I may be is my home.

Dear Earth,
Gift of the Mother,
Projection of my heart's contentment,
Let my mind ever flow
Through your rivers of contemplation.


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The Party


Here's a story about a convention
That only happens once a year
Then everyone who attended
Will just suddenly disappear

I'm talking about the mythical creatures
I'm sure you know their names
Some came bearing presents
While others just wanna play games

The first one there was Santa Claus
Bearing gifts and dressed in red
Then I saw the Tooth Fairy
She didn't have a tooth in her head

Then Mother Nature finally rolled in
Of course, she was riding on a cloud
After her, came The Sandman
And he was snoring, really loud

The Easter Bunny brought his whole family
All six hundred and seventy-nine kids
And cupid was trying to make some money
Selling arrows to the highest bids

Jack Frost, said he wasn't coming
Him and Mother Nature had a fight
Jack was mad, cause she made him go to bed
When he wanted to stay up all night

Last but not least, was Father Time
And he made everybody wait
Don't you think that's kinda ironic?
Father Time was the only one late

Anyway, they had a great time, like every year
And one, even spent a night in jail
Now, I'm not saying who it was
But if you don't get any presents, oh well





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A Breathing Life

Heart,
A Pumping blood organ,
That 
Feels pain,
When someone degrading  life,
That
Serving only by him.

Heart 
Always having prosperity,
Thoughts and dreams,
Becomes living,
When 
Blood runs through nerves.

Heart palpitates,
When
Air,
Fills a bladder of lungs.
Breath accelerates heart,
To breathing a life.

Blood, a Traveler,
Delivers happiness and sorrows,
Feels encouragement,
And discourages itself,
When it feels,
Someone had broken him.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother Nature

Mother Nature
Say mother Say mother…
Can you see your child flowing in the wind?
Blowing in the dust and crack and smelling like nothing but must
In the mist of troubles put shot guns to baby brains
By taking out their parent and given them a ward of a life to maintain
Given birth to a child that derange in the brain
Amp to bring innocence low than bring them forth on down
Instead of making you proud 
I do things that so wild 
Like giving diseases to a child
Molest the youth
With more than physical but with mental abuse 
Will all this goodness torture you? 
Or would it be even better 
If I was to infects myself with AIDS 
And go on out and give it to every nigga who likes to get laid
Cause in a way I no they would go out the in give to another
So all my goodness would smother 
And hover over the innocence 
Easily I can let my brain play like Monopoly 
Go to each community and spread bullets through each Property
No ‘I’ll go out there in put fire to your trees 
Burn every forest so one day no body and bereave 
Yes mother yes mother I’m your enemy 
And you and father create billions of me
Say mother Say mother 
Can nature be?
Can nature defeat me? 


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earth mother

	

			Look up into the heavens,

		                    and see the beautiful lady.

		                   Floating on a white carpet,

		                for all the world below to see.

		               Her hair falls like melting gold,

		             as she shakes her head with joy.

		            Running in the sky so free, so bold,

		         to places that's not meant for mortals.

		     See her laugh and dance with the stars,

		      as the night comes upon the earth.

		      She is mother nature, who's arms,

		    hold us dear from the first day of our birth.
		


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A Day at the Little Beach

Walking down the graveled path
For a day at the little beach;
We picked up ripened persimmons
And purple muscadines along the way.
Butterflies fluttered around my wife.
Blazes of color lie under the trees.
Thousands of diamonds danced on the lake
Around several ducks with their bottoms up.
We took our shoes off on the little beach
And splashed along the shoreline.
We picked up rocks and skipped the stones
Between the passing boats and waves
That pushed and pulled us in shallow water.
Soon, I had to search for more stones
And persimmons, and I found a winged horse,
Pewter, on a black stringed necklace.
I tied it around my son's light brown neck.
He ran through the water bare back
And swam with his mom in shallow parts.
After our lunch of found-treats we walked,
And played and threw rocks in the water again.
My son drew my face in the wet sand.
We sat in the grass, soaked in the sun
And enjoyed the laughter and fun.


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A Night

A night, 
When he was sleeping upstairs, 
He heard a noise,
Someone was weeping bitterly.

He switched on the light,
And came out,
Moon was flashing everywhere,
Cool wind was also in motion.

He looked at the sky,
Stars were twinkling,
In the heart of a blue sky,
When there were no clouds.

He watched every where,
He had seen nobody,
Old tree was standing in a shadow,
In the middle of a lawn.

He came back in,
And enters into the kitchen,
Where he drinks water,
And stops for a cup of tea.

He heard again sobbing,
He came to the window 
And looked out very carefully,
He saw old tree was crying.

He came out and went to the tree,
And asked his problem, 
You cut my twigs,
I never complain. He said,

But today, I don’t know
What was in your mind?
You cut my soft leaves,
That’s why I am weeping.


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Downy Motherhood


embarrassed ducklings
quack quack joylessly
mother shrilly squawks



Details | Senryu | |

' Sea-Saw ... ' 7th Senryu

‘ Sea – Saw ’     7th Senryu

    Sea-Saw, The Children
Go Back and Forth and Hearing
   Roaring-Waves, Rearing ! 


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EARTH MOTHER BELL

Now tell me what is this thing, what does it represent?

Will we be able to comprehend it’s meaning to our heart’s content?

Why does it fill the soul with such a strange wonderment?

Making us feel and cherish our life’s every moment

 

The way it makes us feel is like we are being nourished

The earth’s love and warmth making us flourish

Thinking of mother earth’s love that we all cherish

Without the gifts of the earth humankind will perish

 

It is but truly fitting to make a bell out of the image

To wake up those whose thoughts had been sleeping in this age

We may not be as wise I and as intelligent as the bygone royal sage

But we should know that a battle against evil in this time should be waged


Now even the weather system is suddenly changing

Our dear mother earth’s health is slowly failing

We are having worldwide disasters that are alarming

Effects of what is called everywhere as global warming


Do we stay deaf to the earth’s mournful call?

Can’t we hear it calling, can’t we hear it toll?

Will we be a part of mankind’s end, the human race’s downfall

In saving our dear mother’s life shouldn’t we give our all?


There is evil destruction being done to nature and we know it well

Destroying trees, killing animals just to have something to sell

Destroying the environment wantonly, creating our own hell

It’s time to hark, and hear the call of the earth mother bell


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Nurture goes to show (2005)

“Its all for your good” they used to say
Only realise today
Teaching and shaping a little girl
Today you are me, a role model for the world
Manners and punishment all help today
Different upbringings brings up different ways
My parents taught me not to tale what isn’t mine
If I wanted anything I would put in the time
Taught me to be rational and not mean
To be logical, assertive and not cause a scene
In dry soil you sow some seeds
You won’t get roses, you will get weeds
There are things that put you behind
Your upbringing is a part of you defines
It’s automatic as it goes
All the goodness glows


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Does Mother Nature Shed Her Tears?

I watch as Mother nature sheds her tears
I think and wonder why?
Why does Mother nature shed her tears?
Is it for how we treat her gifts to us?
How we murder that which is not ours' to kill
Is it for the poisons we feed her?
The air that is polluted by our carelessness
Is it for the emptiness she feels?
The trees that were plenty, but now few
I watch as Mother nature sheds her tears.
I think and wonder why?


Details | I do not know? | |

Purpose (2005)

Evitable purposes pour from the core of the earth
My purpose is to give birth
Raise my flowers with love and guide them with all my collections
Speak of my fruitful and sour reflections
Listen to their beating heart
Laugh and show them how to make a start
This purpose is deep inside me waiting to breathe
My ultimate purpose then is that my love will never leave


Details | ABC | |

FEET OF CLAY

Who am I to know 
the abstract silence
when you drink the moonlight all alone ? 
The black toes of a dying woman 
haunt me in a stream 
of white shrouds. A night
of shattering perceptions, 
defaults and ignorance. 
Time bomb was ticking.

It had been troubling me 
the betrayals in night
mothering a vegetable past. 
A single finger defines 
the authority of future.
I traced the proud shadows of a god for, 
a useless reference of illegible wisdom,
untold misery of green waves mirrored in sky.

For extracting death 
from life at every step
I knew the answer. 
Dying was not a private thing. 
The truth and the path would die.
How you dreaded the closed doors? 
The explicit fear of drowning 
in beliefs with brothers of 
sorrow and feet of clay. 


SATISH VERMA


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A Mum's Job

Are your married, yes, I am?
He asked me, how many children?

I have three and enough for family,
Do you know how many I have?
I don’t know, I have seven kids.
What, I astonished. How old are you?

I am 22; my first partner has two,
And second has three but third one,
Also have two, I am expecting more,
How do you manage all and what it is?

My first girl friend knew that I have one,
But second also knew that I have one.
But nobody knew that I have three,
And I am a father of sevens.

It is my culture, nobody knows a father,
It is a mum’s job, to look after children,
I am quiet smart taking a good benefit,
They afford me, I am in progress.

He was smiling and has a smoke,
I am not as you to die for only one.


Details | Ode | |

A Painted Prose


Robin, 
like last leaf 
of autumn,

clings 
to a velvet 
rose.  Ah, 

such a lovely 
scene, from painted 
prose of God, 

the Unseen- 
of which thru his artwork 
reminded me of 

a child 
holding sweet mama, 
‘til he was being 

breezed away 
into manhood, by the thrilling 
wings of her olden days.


Details | I do not know? | |

Little Goddess in the Moonlight

a tiny goddess to the moon, 
one word whispers, "Unworthy".
in response, the wind carries a new thought,
"Child of wisdom, child of night, no spirit, no soul, 
is more worthy, more ripe,
then those unsoiled by the cynical rights 
of arrogance, self-importance, & hindsight"


Details | Narrative | |

VOLCANOES AND TWISTERS

Once in a while, Mother Nature goes mad,
When this happens, all living things get sad,
For when she is angry, things start to get bad,
Volcanoes, and twisters, and earthquakes are glad.

Mother says to her children, "You're free to run wild,
For at this point, I refuse to be mild, 
These humans are ruining my beautiful gardens,
And I refuse to give them all pardons."

So we have weather that really gets tough,
Volcanoes and twisters really show their stuff,
And it's sad but the weather, men cannot control,
No matter how much he has made this his goal.

So poets and people all over this world,
Try to be nice or you may get twirled-then swirled,
For Mother Nature may decide to start fighting back,
So she can hold together and mend all those cracks.


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The Daughter's Plead

Teach me---
 
How 
To 
Till 
My 
Thought

Near the placid stream
That I may bloom, like an alabaster rose


Details | I do not know? | |

MENOPAUSE

Rapturous youth and tranquil prime, 
Withered with a weird dream!
Her gray hair and lusterless skin,
Fading from her eyes a resplendent shine, 

Her flabby shriveled breast, 
She walks with waddling and antalgic gait.
Alas! It's dusk of her womanhood,
It's menopause! A hush in solitude!! 


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Mother Goose


Mother goose silks her feathers,
Oils her charms through crystalline water.
The time of male bird enhances her looks
Heavens found not a perfect match.
Ending mating season, she plucks herself to a nest
Resting her warm eggs until they hatch.


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O, Mother Earth

O, Mother Earth, 
you’re so rich, with butterflies’ songs
and full of olden lullabies,

sung by mountains and valleys
while rivers keep flowing through
the ever-changing seasons of life.

You speak the language 
I hardly know, 
but your silver touch 

sends me a tingle, 
that great joy and laughter 
bejewel the lake of green.
 
Your yellow orb scattered 
sparkly gems on the blue water 
of a mesmerizing sea;

as for your majestic sky, 
it wraps, gently, its arm around me
whilst I gaze, at-night, at the stars.

O, Mother Earth,
take me to the fortress,
where kings and queens meet

and teach me…
the graceful dance 
of the wind. 


Details | ABC | |

SPIDER

I was very restless today
somebody had overplayed the hand
to grab the absolute.
Light was searching the earth
and earth was moving inside me.

I wanted to pack up and go
to meet the truth.
The lips had left their print
on the empty cups.
The ragpicker was waiting.

My toes had met the brutal stones
of godhood. I was puzzled by new
methodology to make man free.
As the grass grows through the carcass
a cataract is trumpeting blind.

I was afraid of the huge web.
The spider was nowhere in sight. 



SATISH VERMA


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Love and life

I want you to hear this 
very loud and very clear
that i am your friend
that you can hold near

There's nothing i wont do
to make you feel needed
because our new love
is definantly seeded

So lets base it on trust
friendship and lust
and wait for them seeds
to awaken and bust

then one day soon
we'll turn around and see
without really noticing
our seed is a tree

for it will have blossomed
just like our new love
and all it took was
rain from above

mother nature will sort it
in her own special way
and we'll be together 
forever and a day...



Details | I do not know? | |

OMEGA

Disrupting the surface it spreads 
the beach of skin. Like a cracked
windsheild slowly winding around,
my vein opens & air seeps in.
Blood, moist & warm like lava it 
spills into the cold ocean.
Flies & misquitoes feed. My open 
heart bleeds. 
Warm morning sun gently caresses
the cold ground. Drying, healing, filling the earth
with its life.
Morning dew looks so sweet getting... 
thirsty. Tiny droplets of sweat
beading off my forehead mixing into
the red ocean around me..is that you sister? tears of blood
.. crying heart. Shortness then 
subtle, loss of breath. Lightning leaps
seemingly from my chest.
My soul runs like freedom to father, 
my body becomes one again with mother. 


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Birth

The sun arises in maternal eyes,
bathes with vibrant gold this child's emergent brow,
anoints with halo of moonlit star-crossed skies,
kisses with the love of life that starts from now.
At the first ragged cry lactosis stirs the swollen breast,
the milk of human kindness softly seeps;
heartbeat slowing in a birdcage chest;
forever in her soul this moment keeps.
The pain of tissue rent is dying out,
the sweat of labour on her flesh has dried,
the hurt in primal scream, in fevered shout
fades to a state of grace with tears cried.
Held at the break of dawn on birthing day,
on bed sheets where the blood of life has run;
though cords are cut and calmly thrown away
the mother and the child remain as one.


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not knowing

sitting there lifeless,
not knowing what is next to come,
praying the phone will ring,
bringing some news of life without loss,
days went by as you racked your brain,
wondering who is lost,
wanting him to call,
he's a firefighter, not just your dad,
he saves lives, he cant be lost,
this one simple storm,
it blew your life away,
in one quick sweep,
your sweet dream of safety was disturbed,
everyone you speak to tells you just stay where you are,
they say don't come home,
its too early to tell,
but to late to save anything,
all hope is lost when 2 weeks go by,
no word from your family,
no sight of your dad, the fire fighter,
he's brave you know but not made of steel,
you think no one can break him,
but mother nature has one this one,
she broke your home, your just assembled life,
now you set out to find the pieces left to rot,
to see there is nothing left behind,
your dad rescued as many as he could,
but wound up needing rescuing him self,
Your home destroyed and your memories floated away,
so you move on to a new world of hope,
still strong enough to rebuild but to weak to hold on,
the struggle has just started to begin,
so don't let your guard down,
and don't loose sight of the ones you love,
hold on tight,
don't let mother nature win again,


Details | I do not know? | |

MOTHERHOOD

Her grown up face, 
Bears a thoughtful grace.
Her warm bosom,
Awaits to welcome, 
A wanted guest,
On her laps to rest, 
Restless, though happy she seems, 
As her heart broods fairy dreams.
Her speech sweater from the lapse of years-
With a wife's love, and a mother's fears!


Details | Rhyme | |

Donkey That Oversees The Cemetery

August the month of daddy's birth and death


Went to the cemetery today
It is a very lovely place
It sits upon a grassy knoll
A place just right for a stroll

Rural America, once the home
Of a country church
Where the congregation met much
No longer exists today..gone

Across the road fenced in
A donkey he-hawed a din
To let us know that we had kin
Buried there, where he overseed

The comings and goings
Of all that grieve
By day and by night
In the moonlight

All the ghost who
Roam about waiting
For that glorious shout
When we all will be gathered

To the heavenly choir
To sing God's praise
By the hour
Never tiring filled with desire

To worship together
Forever in the heavenlies


(I believe that when we die our spirit goes on to heaven not stay in the ground.  Only our 
body stays there and awaits the trumpet sound.  This is just a poem about going to the 
graves of my parents yesterday. Mostly it is true.  It is a Rhyme somewhat.)


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Love As Yet Unborn

Embryonic lies a love as yet unborn, 
pulsing through the tissues of the swell, 
enshrined and cultivated, single flower 
of the bed 
where the sweetest consummation gently fell. 

Sentient be the nucleus of dreams, 
aspiring for the primal breath to take, 
nursed and softly kicking, sleeping bearer 
of the faith, 
waiting for a future dawn to rise and break.

Living beats the centre of a world, 
embodying a new and lustrous day, 
alive and indicating all the wonder 
of the stars, 
promised happiness much more than words can say. 

Innocent lies a love as yet unborn, 
expectant of such purity and care, 
patterned and configured, older than 
the skies above, 
greatest gift that anyone will ever bear. 


Details | I do not know? | |

sorrow

my life is filled with sorow
cant wait till the day tomorrow
i live my life in shame
because people treat my love as it was a game
i try my best to be the real me 
but no one knows what i see
i live my life day by day
hearing people say
"thats life"
yes, i know but it feels like a stab from a knife
i cry to myself in shame and regret
why do i feel this pain, thats what i dont get...
why do we live like this?



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Persephone; Empress of The Fall

Persephone; Empress of The Fall

They are living balustrades reaching out to incognito riddles
Hidden in the maze by branches arching with caresses
Where promiscuous light is falling gentle fingers to their pools
Tiny cloisters of remembering summers thriving as it passes

Pathways lead on arching in vaulted corridors
With the fluttering of their bright children
Commend their sleepy coloured carpet to the forest floors
Blessings for the Empress attending farewell songs for her season 

Her crown a catch of sun fall flows about embrocated head
Rusty red She glides bathed feet dancing on a fluid mist
With a lullaby of soothing drowsy to send tired roots to their quiet bed
The blue bell flash of eyes shine promises somnolent buds their cousins will not be missed

Through the colonnades and halls pervades a sentient peace
As age-ed as the stone ring set within the frosted glitter grass 
As creatures tuck their tails in the curls of winters invocation of sleep
This years tale of folklore is written by snowflakes as they pass

Persephone is wandering and in all her aspect changing
The enchanted incantations of palingenesis whispering kindly to the soil
Her memories of the verdant centuries in viridian awakening
And from her downy mossy pillow emerges with the blue bell

The farewell song is over it has gathered all to her protection
And the promise she lays at the ancient foundation of the forest feet
Her offering to their sunlight children who fed life’s diligent exultation
A salute to all the majesty of a single fallen leaf


( The falling leaf Persephone
  Her heaven in the canopy returns to the underworld
  Save in the Fall she is for a moment; free
  When all her beauty in multitudinous glory is beheld )


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One day will come

I know, this is insulted task,
You are very important to me.
I know, this is insulted task,
You are fully enlightened to me.
I have no objection
You are quiet handsome and smart
I have no objection
Your are honest working hard a part
But I can’t allow you
You are still a servant.
But I can’t allow you
You are lower caste detergent.
I can invite you
If you have a different religion,
I can invite you
If you have a different language vision,
It is a matter of my purity
It is a tradition of my culture and faith
It is a matter of Hindu sanctity
It is a pride of my family myth.
You can’t understand
As you are exploited over the centuries.
You can’t blame them
If nobody accepted you a human the centuries
If you are Muslim
Still facing a caste barrier
If you are Sikh
Still facing a caste barrier
If you are Christian,
Still facing a caste barrier
If you are Buddhist
Still facing a caste barrier
You need to know
Hindu fantasies have strong ties
You need to know
Why all others have mourn flies
They also believe that
Caste is a God gift
They also believe that
Dalits have downtrodden rift
Is world ready to accept you?
Explain me, what have they done for you?
Nobody is ready to help you
If you are Dalit, they have done none for you,
They love you, 
Only the cause of their Religion.
They love you, 
Only the cause of their vision.
Religious philosophy is equal,
Divide mankind and ruled over them 
Religious philosophy is equal,
Kill the welfare of mankind to convert them.
One day will come,
When you will be a religious man,
One day will come, 
When a Dalit shouln’t be a Dalit fan.


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Rosa

A beautiful flower bears your name
   ever-blooming as a gift of love with
Red, red petals and green, green leaves
On a long single stem with heavenly fragrance
Surrounded by the new baby's breath and 
Embraced by water in a vase with a ribbon
   from heart to heart throughout the world-
   this graceful blossom forever yields your fame.


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Mother Nature


The trees has bloomed, the birds

Singing and dancing,celebrating

The new found spring..

The aroma of witch hazel fills the

Air spaces..

The butterflies coming out of

Their cocoon

Parading there beauty while gliding

Along.. 

Feeding from the nectar, they find

In blooming blossoms that line 

Every trail..

Blooming blossoms covering every

Bed, proud with elegance and grace,


Spring is a beautiful time of the year

Mother nature snaps her fingers

Twice..

The sun, the moon even the night

Changes for mother nature and the

Regeneration of nature children..

Let’s not put asunder Mother Nature

In all her beauty..

Yes, Yes,

Spring brings forth new life, and an array

Of tints, hues of colors..

Flowers are sprouting fillings the landscape

With a beautiful portrait of Mothers nature

Best...

Letting our hearts feel, our eyes see all the

Beauty within....


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Untitled #2 / The ancients say

The ancients say:
“Beautiful, the evening clouds
Endless, the distant hills, blue upon blue, peak upon peak!”
But after the splendor of the sunset
shadow creeps in upon the land, cold, dark, heartless
and though one needs but wait until sunrise
for the dead, that is an awful long time.


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Evening Waves

Mountain was leaving breath,
Grass and leaves were waving him.
Animals were grazing in the field,
Birds were playing in joy,
Cheerful Sun was hiding itself,
Behind the mountain’s height.

The river was burning,
Golden flames were smoking,
Evening waves were jumping blue,
A silver bird was floating,
Air was roaring,
Ear drum was protecting a noise.

Ladies were going back home,
Piles of hay stacks was on the top,
The grass branches were hanging down,
As curly hairs were grazing beauty,
A baby girl was chasing her mum,
As fear was growing in dark.


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A Wind Blew Out Of Eden

A wind blew out of Eden 
and whispered through my hair 
tempting me with paradise 
a world without a care.

It crooked it's finger calling me 
it flirted hard with batted eyes 
promising my heart would heal 
wrapped in a numb disguise.

It laughed as if it really knew 
what happiness might be 
and danced with energetic joy 
and bubbled painfully with glee.

It kissed me with the sunshine 
and loved me with the rain 
it pledged to me I'd never 
feel the bite of pain again.

My eyes half shut in Eden's trace, 
escaping seemed so sweet 
until a child's tears reached my ears 
and then propelled a mother's feet... 

If I can kiss away the hurt, 
and I can feel the human depth 
then Eden can't seduce me yet 
I've too much living left...


Details | I do not know? | |

In A Childs Eyes

The World Is Wonderful In A Childs Eyes
A Big Place To Run And Play
Laughing,Singing,Dancing Around
Chase The butterflies around the yard
pick some flowers for mommy
The World Is Big In A Childs Eyes
Come on Daddy let's go outside and play
let's go fishing on a hot summer day
picnic at the beach and swim all day
The World Is Wonderful In A Childs Eyes


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Moms Memories

I can clearly see its a beatiful day.
The sun is giving me all its rays.
The sky is blue and the grass is green.
Enjoying all nature has to bring.
Now I know why mom sit here so much.
To be close to nature to feel its touch.
I notice there is a breeze blowing the leaves in the trees.
I can feel moms presence here with me.
I feel such peace and content.
 And a afternoon could not be better spent.
Sitting here withe moms memories.
In the swing,with nature all I see.