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Details | Free verse | |

Dragonflies Dancing

Sunlight sparkles on the shimmering pond
Its mirror like surface smooth as silk
Dragonflies dance across the water 
Performing aerial acrobatics like a circus in the air
Water dipping on a fairground ferris wheel 
Then plunging dramatically like a helicopter in freefall
Rising and falling skimming the water so gracefully
Transparent gossamar wings flapping in flight
Shimmering like a sapphire in the early morning sun
Dazzling me with your infinite beauty
Some summer days I wish I had wings
Seeing dragonflies’ dancing makes my heart sing

15th May 2014

Awarded 1st place in contest run by Judy Konos


Details | Alliteration | |

Pass the Light House

~ CALYPSO ~

Odyssey of the open ocean 
Eclipsing the performance of Heaven's delight 
A beautiful name whispered along the night 
Calypso, enhanced with enchanted lullabies 
Sweet silver streams, dreamy epic diamond dreams
Serendipity falls in like mist, under the majestic marble moonlight
Calypso, you belong to;
--Sunsets of the secret sea. 
Mysterious-- many precious places to go, 
Calypso -free flowing, floating legend! 
Ride the beastliness breeze above the sea 
Whisper, Calypso come for me! 
Beautiful Comforting, Calypso Carry me! 

Reflections easily deliquesce into thin air
Sedating the open waters -Voyage- view 
Visionary Vessel above liquid level, 
as divine in spirits she sails. 
CA-LYP-SOO-- Nymph Nature Name 
Aquatic of belief-----------------------
CALYPSO, the journey of all journey's 
For all eternity-------------------------

by;pd


Details | Free verse | |

TO THE FLOWER

TO THE FLOWER Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight; amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love. Spring tints are pure and fragrant, free of guise. Your hues painted another sunrise for my eyes; when once I failed to catch the pledge of morn. A seed of hope was born to white petals blush. Though there are silhouettes of bitter yesterdays must all the phantoms of illusions fade and leave...? Your floating aroma stirred and shot my nerves; inspiring a nightingale to sing some joyous laments; It swayed with grace to dance on wind's despotic beat. among the rustling leaves which hug the earth below; So like the sun, which from distant horizon smiles; it roused the sleepy world to begin the pen of baby prose. The unfolding mystery of your petals brought my bewildered mind to peacock's reflection. Alas! All was transient. These eyes probe beneath but were blinded by the intrusion of some stray shine; Ambitions which from afar are building sprout; t'is that which let this self to irksome doubt. Lovely blossom of the wild, this sojourner nigh to tame your perfume's sweet stinging scent. A restless soul by some wicked, destiny pokes; someone called--- but pity, I couldn't tell a note. If by magic, a butterfly I could become; Let it be over my being slowly span. Then with you (though the specters in our midst are fierce), I could jet fly though miseries without fear. But am just a mortal of faith that blows this wish for only covenants call for my journey still? I cannot be forever the one who would share your sweetness; (Harken, fairies of blooms, this wilderness is not my lair.) I shall not want to witness you wilt as no time left to stay. Never again will you see me at day-break's bloom, save something special for others to experience you. This fleeting apparition I so adored; promised me burgeoning petals. "Be not afraid as seasons change, beyond today, I won't be here to see that no harm be done with all intentions to your sacred charm. As today, I leave you to Mother's Nature tender care, for I must go to some greater musing-- heaven's ground. Wilt not, as soon the rain will dash, refreshing you my dear. If I return someday-- will your sublime scent still be here?" Inspired by Susan Seddon Boulet's painting: -----http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/236x/1d/c4/37/1dc437f88c0cfb2fbcc9333bd35bb8c3.jpg © Olive Eloisa Guillermo October 20, 2014 10:19 pm Contest Name Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun Sponsor Debbie Guzzi 2nd place


Details | Sijo | |

Night-Blooming Jasmine

Night-Blooming Jasmine
expert seducer with soft silky lips, silver blue moon sweetly kisses a slumbering beauty awakening desire; greeting her lover, Night-Blooming Jasmine unfolds perfumed petals


Details | Free verse | |

The Flower -part one-

“A Flowers Wilt”	

Witness the small existence 
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.

A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you, 
WAITING, 
Until you pick the right flawless touch.

Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,

Courtyard azure eyes, 
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left. 
A bully against arrogant, threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious’ sky
Asters claims the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
~
A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness, 
A sweet Lotus echo’ 
Slight yelps of agony, carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.

Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity, 
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will, 
A short story, gone stray!
Tonight, we plant a tree, 

The Flower wilts
The gardener cries


By;PD


Details | Free verse | |

The Wind

~~The Wind~~
            
           ---
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind
           ---

Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning  ocean view
Embracing every word 

Hear the wind whispers your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there

I Share--I take
I LOVE--I HATE
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice from my beating heart
It yearns
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech. 
Of love, 
Of purity
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse the cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles 
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light 
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night

Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine

by; PD
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)


Details | Rhyme | |

The Enchanted Dream

How sweet the soothing songs of May Reposed upon the fragrant breeze The comely songs were Seagulls play On the lulling trembling seas. That dissolved the traces of your feet That lingered in the distant sands While the sultry beams unite to meet The carnal rosebuds of your hands. That blush in light the morning spray Descending warmly in your eyes Who knew the light of love this day Would lift me up to a new sunrise. Yet in the sunless fleeting hour I would hold you in my smile Or steal a kiss from you my flower In this languid scented isle. That quivers in the blue distance When tender birds are fast asleep When blazing stars of night entrance The lonely fountains glistening deep. I would hear your whispers by the sea On the soothing waves of night Its mellowed voice would comfort me When the winds would take to flight. To the starry distance and empty spaces That holds the night sky of your hair On hallowed streets and sleepless faces It blows the Eastern dews most fair. And on the enchanted blossom rare That I'd finally pluck in spring To bow and give to you my dear With this golden diamond ring.


Details | Rhyme | |

WONDERFUL WORLD

Cool wind whispers on the breeze Shimmering sunshine warms the autumn leaves Dragonflies dance over a sparkling lake Slithering silently is a sleepy snake Beauty surrounds, just open your eyes Embrace our world, its simply paradise Blackbirds sing a sweet song Tunefully twittering all day long Farmers plough the patchwork fields The seasons provide; nature yields Our bountiful earth God reveals Nature plays its hand Rain rejuvenates our land Oceans blue surround us Flowing freely without fuss Spring and summer Autumn and winter They always appear Creating our year Our beautiful Simply wonderful World 10~19~14 Contest :I do not know Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich ~awarded 3rd place~


Details | Sonnet | |

I feel God's breath in nature

Irish sonnet


I feel Gods breath in nature

The birds are singing. Beautiful it be
The trees are swaying on the morning breeze
Oh how it fills me with such mystery
Oh my, how nature fills me with such ease
I love the flowers; love the birds, and trees
I feel Gods breath in everything that grows
Something it glows within the heart of me
A force of love so deep within me flows
When I’m with nature something in me knows
That God is good, how can this not be true
When birds sing out, I always feel his glow
The perfume of the flowers brings it too
Oh, nature, how she thrills me through, and through
Seems, God is there in everything I do

17 November 2014

Irish Sonnet
Obviously influenced by the English sonnet there ia also still a Celtic influece in making a link from stanza to stanza.. It still follows the three quaterns and a couplet pattern, but each stanza is linked to the next giving a rhyme pattern of;
a. b. a. b. . b. c. b. c. . c. d. c. d. .d.d.
Here is an example. It is written in 10 syllables throughout.


Details | Rhyme | |

On this lovely morning

On this lovely morning

I sit here, this fine morning
And I feel I have to write
Just as the day is dawning
It gives me sweet delight
Black Cockatoos fly overhead
It's a lovely mystic morn
On this wondrous path I tread
A new day it is born.

The sun comes shining high above
The sky is mystic blue
It bathes the flowers with its love
They shine in every hue
As only love can fill my soul
The love for everything
The whole wide world it seems so whole
My heart begins to sing.

As birds they feed upon my lawn
Such pleasure I do feel
The mystery that comes with dawn
So tender and so real
I feel it to my deepest core
It mesmerises me
How I really do adore
Dawns lovely mystery.

15 October 2014


 









Details | Rispetto | |

A Sweet Song

 In skies of blue or stormy seas
I am awed by nature's beauty
 In fragrant rose where beauty grows
 I praise the Lord who made all these 
 Daffodils that sway in the breeze
 While willows  grow where rivers flow
  In skies of blue or stormy seas
 I am awed by nature's beauty

 When I hear the nightingale sing
 So much joy  to my heart it brings
 In fragrant rose where beauty grows
 While willows  grow where rivers flow
 In skies of blue or stormy seas
 I am awed by nature's beauty


Details | Sonnet | |

Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

--------- 
FRAGRANCE OF RAIN 
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Details | Alliteration | |

The Butterfly Flutters By

The Butterfly Flutters By
On a steamy, sun-drenched, summer Sunday, Tree leaves delightfully dancing to the tune of A warm, welcoming, wandering breeze blowing, Metamorphosis now complete, no memory of being yesterday’s creeping caterpillar, The butterfly flutters by.
Blatantly, brazenly, boastfully, Showing off beautiful, brilliant, blue-black and brown wings, Gracefully gliding through a breathtaking, glorious garden, The butterfly shyly pitches from blushing, boldly-colored, buds to fragrant flowers, Cunningly outmaneuvering a competing, hovering hummingbird.
Slyly snatching a satisfying taste of tantalizing, syrupy, sweet nectar From attention-craving, Golden Flame Honeysuckle vines, The butterfly flutters by Cheerfully and completely satiated - Perhaps, already dreaming about tomorrow’s anticipated sugary feast!
Entered in a contest "The Butterfly Flutters By" sponsored by Kelly Deschler (6-3-2014)


Details | Rhyme | |

As river flows

As River flows.

As river flows so peacefully
I sit here just content to be
As Ravens fly so high above
This morning, it was made for love
It enters deep into my soul
It’s sweetness making me so whole
This softest morning mystery
Oh, how it reaches out to me

The trees, they dance so gracefully
They wave, and flow upon the breeze
Bird song drifts from happy branches
Oh lord, how this my heart enhances
Silence rules above all this
A kind of stillness filled with bliss
Captivates my very core
Oh, I’d not wish for any more.

The river peaceful, calm and still
So wonderful it makes me feel
As it reflects those dancing trees
I watch and let the morning breeze
Caress my skin so tenderly
Then all is gone, there’s only me
The emptiness of all that is
I’m sailing on the waves of bliss.

15 March 2014 @ 0705hrs.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Last Leaf

The last leaf
Clinging to hopes of times past
Summers warm breezes
Humid days and cool nights
Summer time recollections
Rain or shine
The last leaf
Living on borrowed time

The tree is barren
The autumn wars have ended
The winds of winter have won the battle
All the leaves have fallen
Dead to the ground
Except for one soul left
Standing guard alone and proud

Sadness haunts his lonely soul
This leaf has no where else to go
He knows destiny is in the ground
He valiantly holds to branches bare
Clinging on to his despair
Living on borrowed time

White winds of winters death
Slowly slaughter all that’s left
The lonely leaf can cling no more
Falling so softly along a rivers shore
Where a single white rose splendidly sits
Knowing soon its grave will be
A winter’s snow drift

The leaf falls upon the rose
Entwined in natures dance of death
They each shall kiss each others skin
They hold hands bracing for winters winds
They die together, both in irony
So old and alone, they died in harmony


Details | Sonnet | |

Whilst walking through the woods

Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light

Buzzing insects all around
Oh' they made a delightful sound
Birds flew upwards to the sky
These parrots made a hue and cry

Carpet of flowers with lovely scent
It seemed this morn way heaven sent
The flowers opened to the sun
This walk for me was so much fun

Sheep bleated from far away
Oh it was such a lovely day


Details | Free verse | |

AUTUMN ON FIRE

God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and
Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created
By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity.
Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color,
Splashing the palette array of natural beauty.
Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart,
As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write,
Upon the empty parchment page.
Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry,
A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed
By a chilling fall breeze.
Whispering softly in each others ears tender words
Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped
Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions.
Behold vows promises of perfection uniting
These spirits of fall, united against the winter
Winds forever more.
Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within
The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire
Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young,
A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower.
Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass,
And only one shadow remains between these two
Souls united joined in life as one. 
Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits,
Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago,
 In cascading showers of melted colors of memory.
In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile
Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings
Promise in one word spoken, always.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto
The leaves of the evergreen.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Free verse | |

Flowers Emerge

            Flowers Emerge

Impose your will on the pretty flowers as you may
Trans-formative wonderment of nature 
Entrenched, defiled, they pop up any way in clusters
Vivacious are the colors above the solid stem
Cut cold to death, decay and pain, to follow winters grip    
Excellence defined in the ability to survive
Dangerous are the forces that persist to derogate them    
Yet they prevail against all odds
Death comes but they regenerate
Grass is their shield.  Dirt is their pillow there
Negative winds carry with them ice
Reds and yellows grow on below the sun
Visceral, strangled roots, fragile faces, petal soft, grow cold
Ingenious species, green with envy on the leaf, rise again
A Cacophony of nature’s birds and bees disturbs the peace  
Flowers come in abundance, remain, friendly on the green
Distinguished in divine fashion, exquisite, generous to the last 
Elevated smiles on pollen grains contain the seed of life
Flowers emerge, aware of life
 

11/22/14 Poetry Contest - "Encounters With Flowers"


Details | Rhyme | |

Dead tree

Dead tree.

She stands there like she has for years
The life in her all gone
Once she wore a coat of green
And she'd be filled with song
As feathered friends of every kind
Would rest among her leaves
And as in life the same in death
Our tree will never grieve.

So all alone, she looks, this tree
All etched against black clouds
Although the life in her be gone
She stands there looking proud
And all her majesty is seen
By those with eyes to see
I take her picture once again
Try to catch her mystery

21 September 2013 @1920hrs.


Details | Verse | |

Red Sun

RED SUN

#1
Brimstone's way up past the clouds 
Highlights against the ocean line
Beautiful sunrise, warm texture
Warning, the rooster!

#2
Glorious yellow and orange mixture 
My source of great inspiration
Horizon against the wind 
Unmatched - beauty mark In the sky


 Itty Bitty Co. 


Details | Free verse | |

Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.


Details | Sonnet | |

Ode to Autumn

Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me

As dying embers gleam across the sea

In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,

Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.



I feel the joy this season has to share

In golden harvest that the branches bear,

And I am thankful for this blessed year,

For divine abundance I share so dear.



The sun and moon take on a special glow

As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.

Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,

Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.



When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost

I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.



© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong


Details | Ballade | |

As night draws near

As night draws near

Gleaming in the silence
And the brightness of the sun
The trees beside the river
Are dancing, every one
Upon this cooling evening breeze
I’m lost in all of this
As river does reflect the all
My heart is filled with bliss.

Ravens flying overhead
They fill the silent air
With throaty caws, of loneliness
Their songs fills everywhere
With the breath of evening mystery
To herald the dusk in
As day does fade to darkness
The evening song begins.

I’m lost within the sweetness of
The dusks sweet, silent song
I think that it be in this darkness
That my soul does belong.

Bird songs come, then fade away
To be lost within the stillness
As darkness comes to fill the air
With the sweetness of it’s breath
In the depths of sweet serenity
The spirits come to play
And all the nymphs and fairy folk
Do dance the night away

31 October 2013 @ 0514hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Oh, what a feeling in me

Oh, what a feeling in me.

Oh, what a feeling in me
To be, on this wonderful day
I’m here on this beautiful morning
I’m alive in a beautiful way
I’m hearing these birds all around me
Just singing a love song for me
It’s a wonderful, beautiful morning
By this river that captivates me.

It be five o clock in the morning
In the joy of this beautiful day
The kookaburra how he be laughing
In such a magnificent way
I think that he knows I am happy
This bird he is laughing for me
Oh, here in this countryside morning
I am filled with such sweet mystery.

The river gets into my being
As I sit here alone in the dawn
It’s wonderful, beautiful feeling
I feel like I’m being reborn
Oh what a sweet combination
All this morning, and nature, and me
I’m in love on this wonderful morning
Just me and this sweet mystery.

26 January 2014 @ 1155hrs.


Details | Tanka | |

Autumn

Summer is gone now and fall with her beautiful face Softly just arrives. Spreading joy with her colours And thrilling with her magic. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 8.10.2014


Details | Rhyme | |

In praise of God

In praise of God

God, I’ve read about you
In all the holy books
I have read the Bible
In the Gita I have looked
I’ve perused through the Ti te ching
In all, I see what’s true
So here I am with many praises
All written just for you.

I write with sweet sincerity
When I praise you for these words
I praise you for the flowers
I praise you for the birds
I praise you for the lakes, and rivers
And the oceans too
I praise you, praise you, praise you!!!
For everything you do.

I cannot follow words, just words
But I can look at life
And see all that is beautiful
And when my time is rife
I know I will be with you
Just like I am today
Oh God, with sweet sincerity
These words of praise I say

4 October 2014


Details | Ghazal | |

Spirits Soar

Listening peacefully to Bach I soar,
Above the clouds as a hawk I soar.

Lying on forests mossy floor,
Listening to natures talk I soar.

Watching geese fly south, encore,
Majestically beautiful flock I soar.

Knowing life has so much in store,
Answering its every knock I soar.

At times life is like a lions roar,
Standing as a solid rock I soar.

I shall hear natures call, and open its door,
Making sure that with every breath I soar.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
November 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Renewed

Upon the canvas in my mind
Quilted mountains greet sunrise
Softest kisses, sweet surprise
Brilliance charms the artist's brush
Delicate roses in hues of pink
Seem to make them blush
 
Laughing clouds speak dreams of love
Lightening jaded winter's frost
Lush forests offer quiet peace
To parched spirits who've become lost
Havens to slumber near sparkling brooks
In paradise born of dew drops from Heaven
And the change was priceless
 
 
 
 
KA Written 1/18/03


Details | Haiku | |

A Winter Haiku

Snow is just a mask 
Regenerating earths face.
A special peeling.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
01.2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Here in the garden

Here in the garden

I sit here in my garden
Just watching all the fish
Swimming round, and round, the pond
For what more could I wish?
Than to have a wondrous garden
Filled with trees, and many flowers
There’s naught as sweet as a nice garden
I find there so much power.

I built this garden by myself
Though others helped a bit
Some friends dug me a great fish pond
And I’m so proud of it
As I sit here listening
The fountain sings its song
As I feel god Is here with me
It is here that I belong

Sometimes I worry though, I do
For I am aging fast
And the garden takes much energy
I hope my strength will last
For without my lovely garden
Oh, I would feel so sad
This lovely garden that I have
It makes my heart so glad.

1 October 2014.














Details | Rhyme | |

Looking at life

Looking at life

It’s beautiful
So many different hues
Of green, It kinds of knocks me out
There is not just a few
As I look among the many trees
How it amazes me
There’s light, and medium, soft and dark
So many hues I see.

It’s wonderful
It’s such a lovely show
There’s Butcher birds, and Ravens
Oh how it makes me glow
Parrots dressed in green and blue
Doves, and wagtails too
On velvet grass that’s feather soft
Neath sky so very blue.

Some folk they think of suicide
Have they not eyes at all?
Cannot they see loves magic? 
How life’s so beautiful
Wake up, wake up, and look at life
All those greens, and blues and yellows
Look at the birds and ask yourself
“Why are they such happy fellows”?

18 July 2014 @ 1240hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

SNOW DUST

Melting tears of the moon is snow dust, frozen droplets
Turning into flakes of white icy lace, that cling to the baron
Limbs of the tree tops, for it is winters grace, a frozen
Kiss given unto autumns last sighs of farewell, until
The next seasons change takes place.
Softly floating wisps of thin frozen mists, shifting
Ever lightly, gracefully unto the winds, tenderly
Aloft, free falling paper thin crystals of ice,
Cascading downwards unto the frozen earth below.
Layers of delicate texturing of refineries elegance,
Transforms this landscape of falls color burst, into
A winter wonderland of frost and white icings
Gleaming brilliance.
A kingdom of flickering diamonds is show cased
Beneath the lunar shine, of the light hanging within
The heavens above, a glittering field of gems
Illuminated by the elliptical sphere, Called the moon.
In this picturesque display, the writer ponders
Humbly, to the wonders of nature’s masterful
Hands of creation, to be able to create such 
Beauty on
 this frozen canvas, and the poet
Is left in awes wake of hushed expression.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Happiness

Quintain

Happiness

When sunset comes it makes me smile
A mystic silence greets me then
The birds they sing in grandest style
I am the happiest of men
When I do spot a fairy wren.

When morning comes it gives me joy
As darkness fades, and sun shines bright
This feeling, nothing could destroy
The dawn it gives me such delight
As magpie bids the day ‘goodnight’.

I love to walk down to the lake
And watch the ducks swim lazily
Sometimes a mist is in the air
Then sun shines through so hazily
As parrots screech from yonder tree

Some folk would say that I’m insane
Because I’m filled with happiness
From laughing, me I can’t refrain
I love to feel life’s sweet caress
The God of love my heart does bless

22 November 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Roses and Friends

Roses blooming late in spring ,
 Fresh and green reach for the sky 
Wanting everything to make them sing
Rains come and go ,leaving the sunshine
 along the road to make it grow 

Gardeners reap the benefit of beauty and love
Cultivating  flowers like doves
 beauty lies in the attraction of hope and sky
Making friends with everyone with witty replies 
Caressing the earth , embodying the beauty that make them lie
In fertile ground ,my best colors I send 
Red ,red lips of colors fly
Reflecting the passion of  earth and sky

 Desiring to grow roses as reflections, cared  with love and affection 
 The gardener cultivates flowers to perfection
At times weeds  creep in ,attracted by foreign things
 alongside the road , Leaving you alone to wonder 
What they really wanted you to bring 


Some roses leave u wanting  more 
Than bitter leaves and growing pains
Fields of  colors, all restored
Fresh from harvest, fresh from the rain 
Till all that’s left to you in return 
is beauty, gained  in full measure,  lying  in vain


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In The Desert

In The Desert


In the desert walks a man with no name
within its barren sands he seeks no fame
Survival is his only wish and only game
all burns, sticks or crawls nothing is tame

The rattlesnakes strike with poison gifts
nothing soothes, quenches or uplifts
A heat that singes as it burns on down
Rarely, if ever relief from a cloudy gown

Yes, O' yes, beauty does still hide here
found only if he can conquer his great fear!

note:  Fear of the danger a desert presents often clouds
 the beauty lying within. A proper emergency plan is a must
 when entering a desert.
Food, water and a compass are just the basic start.. 

Robert J. Lindley, Contest- In The Desert  , 09-14-2014


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Morning song

Morning song

As I sit here on this morn
{It’s just a while after dawn}
Olive trees they fill with light
They make me feel that I should write 
About the beauty of the morn
As sun comes out to greet the dawn
White corellas fly on by
It’s morning time. I’m feeling high

I don’t need drugs or anything
Just living makes this old heart sing
I feel goodwill to all on earth
Each moment seems to have such worth
Magpies warble tenderly
As honey eaters in a tree
They seem to sing with so much joy
I love this life, oh boy, oh boy.

Some folk think of suicide
So often I have really tried
To understand the way they feel
But I don’t think I ever will
To me, this life is beautiful
I am in love. I have it all
The birds, the trees, flowers, Oh my!
I am such a happy guy.

4 November 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

By the river

Holy Grail

By the river

Have you ever sat, by the riverside?
As it flows so endlessly to the sea
It always makes me feel so deified?
The river is the place I love to be
Have you seen the ducks gently passing by?
As sun shines softly at the break of dawn
Oh its sweet beauty no one can deny
How I love the sweetness of the morn
So much beauty I do see
Oh, how it makes my heart sing
I love the mystery
It does bring
Oh, so free
Lovey birds
Sing for me
Deliciously
I really love the river
Oh lord such joy it does deliver

15 September 2014 @ 0500hrs. 


Holy Grail is a form created by John Henson. 
Syllable count is 10,10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 9, 7, 7, 6, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 7, 9.
Rhyme is a, b, a, b, c, d, c, d, e, f, e, f, g, h, g, h, I, I.


Details | Rhyme | |

Whilst in the valley

Whilst in the valley

Whilst alone down in the valley
I gazed upon a deep blue sky
As my senses, they did rally
The birds above me they did fly
My eyes they filled with gentle tears
That would douse the fiercest fire
I stood there in the morning glory
As river flowed that never tires.

The birds they sang a melody
As morning sun, its rays did gleam
River lapped so peacefully
As I stood there filled with dreams
Dreams of love, and dreams of laughter
Touched my heart and made it sing
Was I in the great hereafter?
Oh such love this morn did bring

The solitude so soft and mellow
It held me in its sweet caress
There I was one happy fellow
All filled with so much tenderness
I stood there in that flowing river
Listening to the chimes of peace
I prayed unto my Lord, the giver
As I felt such sweet release

13 November 2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Walking through the wetlands

This poem s in a style created by Christina R Jussaume


Walking through the wetlands

I’m walking through the wetland trails
The trees are soaking from the rain
I’m always here I’m back again
I’m walking through the wetland trails
The birds are singing in the trees
As feather leaves dance on the breeze
I feel the rain, I feel the rain.

I’m walking through the wetland trails
A kookaburra laugh’s out loud
The rain it forms a kind of shroud
I’m walking through the wetland trails
Two kangaroos go leaping past
The rain it seems has stopped at last
The bird laughs loud, the bird laughs loud.

I’m walking through the wetland trails
I feel around me chimes of love
Now sun shines softly from above
I’m walking through the wetland trails
I feel in nature all around
The breath of God that can be found
In chimes of love, in chimes of love

I feel Gods presence up above.

20 August 2014 0845hrs.


Details | Epigram | |

DAWN




Light’s resurrection

           Nature’s awakening
 
                                  Beauty's pride:                     

                                                         Dawn!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
   29 NOVEMBER 2014  


Details | Lanterne | |

Autumn


Fall will start It is near Is in the air Now Say Good-bye To summer Hot weather is Gone Air Crispy Starts to cool No more burning Sun Birds Migrate Butterfly Will return next Year Trees Change garb Leaves transform From golden to Brown Day To thank God for all Thanksgiving Day Is Good Food on table Family Gods blessings for All Pies Turkey Cranberry sauce Apple cider Sweet Fall Season Of wonder Enjoy rich change Smile Praise Thank God Fall is great Serenity Brings Mild Weather Azure sky Togetherness Nice Fall Brings calm And repose After summers Storms. Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 10.11.14


Details | Verse | |

A Memo As You Go

In four days from today
I wish you well as you go, and you shall walk again
Through the shadow of the day
Where memory forever my spirit keep in chain
And you shall inhale once more
Jasmines naked and dancing to the silver moon
Or hear whispering for sure
The tides that salt us that unwrinkled June
And I shall be far away
Praying as I always pray, waiting your return
To mend broken gaps of day
While among the yellow leaves I walk and yearn

Do not forget me, dearest
Do not with moon or river wander far away
But on pillow of your breast
Give me my rest, give me my hope to play
For bird songs there I know rise
Like angels vestal choir, or sirens seductive song
May bring the heart new surprise
Against all witchery there, keep your love strong
Walk by lignum vitae bloom
Cradle the blue mountain misty morning shape
Tremble at its thunder boom 
And toss your cares across the bright sunlit landscape

There is healing in that place
A certain balm, and invigorating freedom there
An edible sense of grace
So delicious to those who walk with feet bare
Like children before the change
And yet for all the beauty and the music I keep
Another memory strange
The place where in my arms a princess fell asleep
The place where your kiss became
The elixir for which kings and heroes search and died
Where first the stag was made tame
No other beauty there may so my joy provide.


Details | Rhyme | |

One Autumn Night

We sit on the dock in the chilly autumn air
Wrapped in a blanket we just sit and stare.
The shores of our Lake are glowing with trees,
With all their bright colors our eyes do appease.
The moon seems to be on fire this night
And we watch as the geese arise and take flight,
Knowing we're blessed by this magical sight.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.05.2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Raise your head

Raise your head

Raise your head up to the sky
And praise the power above
Give her all you have, my friends
For she gives you such love
She gave you all you see before you
She gave you ears to hear
The silence of a brand new morn
The bird song sweet and clear

Raise your head, pray to the power
No bargaining with her
Thank her with sincerity
That she your heart does stir
With all the beauty that you see
All around you on this morn
Thank her for the wonder of
This morning just been born.

Raise you head, and close your eyes
And let her grace come to you
Do this every single day
It’s the best thing you can do
For you have everything you need
To fill your heart with joy
For all the love she gives to you
There’s naught can this destroy.

23 July 2014 @ 1440hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

She speaks to me

She speaks to me.

She speaks to me
Every moment she is here
Oh, she is always with me
Her voice so very clear
She comes dancing out at me
From the early morning sun
And there she is, to speak again
When the day is almost done.

She speaks to me
As the birds fly high above
She’s there. She’s watching over me
When my heart is filled with love
She whispers to me softly
From the core of every rose
I hear her speak so tenderly
From every flower that grows.

She speaks to me
From the peaceful flowing river
I love it when she speaks to me
She is the blessed giver
The one who gives us all this beauty
She always speaks to me
Her voice, I feel it everywhere
No matter where I be.

24 July @04 @ 1443hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Glimpses of You

Glimpses of you… An image so mesmerizing, I bask in shame to rely on these bedazzled eyes So full of wisdom and heart, your globes keep me glazed Grazed on the swift-shotted bullet of your gaze Do not let him see how he drives me mad Get your head out of space, decapitate this case This spell of ever-turning lust crumbles me to dust For this love both devastates and fulfills me Makes a monster out of me—strong-wills me! I ache—god, how I ache As I reach for a touch of your glorious existence Darting through the crackled splinters of resistance It is a throbbing pain pulsing in my brain Wetting the corners of philosophic peaks To discover your roots are for another I drive down underneath Take a shot of your toughest glass And turn your head away from the lure Push it aside that his intentions are pure Find a path towards the sycamore Focus on the tree’s gallant twists In life never succumbing to the neurotic mists She grows toward the sun like she needs no one! Worrying not of the bullets—for she is the gun Stand tall amongst the majority’s dream of original Your heights will keep you satisfied For in lust we only die The sun’s strong rays provide the hope for better days Yet still at times the branches twist and rest upon his gaze


Details | Rhyme | |

Burning Our Dreams Into Cold, Dark Ashes

Burning Our Dreams Into Cold, Dark Ashes

Shall we dance to music 
of misty dawns
Celebrate the beauty of newborn fawns
join in Nature's treasures
stroll the woods and never measure
The beauty of its silent sound
the depth of its holy ground

Or just remember to praise
joy it shall forever raise
Songs in our hearts that give
paradise glimpses as we live
Pause to gaze at covering sky
stir its birds to forever fly
into arcs of colorful flashes
burning our dreams into cold, dark ashes!

Robert J. Lindley  09-29-2014

Note. - Greatly shortened rewrite of a poem I wrote in 1981.


Details | Couplet | |

Floral expanse

Floral expanse




Roses in vivid colours that smiled in glamour,
Red blood to be garlanded at valour,

White lilies bunching hearty and serene,
Catching lovers' fancy to the extreme,

Lavenders at the crest of mountains,
Challenging beauties of the terrains,

Merrigolds shining bright with sunrise,
Worshipping aroma to no surprise,

Dahlia, orange and yellow poppies dance,
Oleander with their pink flowers put us in stance,

Irises swayed taller on their stalks,
Bougainville like trumpets' melody outlast,

Bluebells borrowed colour from the sky,
Yellow dandelions woke up in golden bright light,

Tulips were as bright as showers,
Their beds flamed like throbbing rings of fire,

Forming shadows were rows of white flowers,
On azure coloured ground like trails of shooting stars,

Tiny wildflowers illuminated the grass,
Like jewels in the dust to nature's sarcast !










Written November 27th, 2014
For contest 'Encounter with flowers' by Anthony Slausen


Details | Free verse | |

Sometimes in June

Sometimes in June

It was a lovely June morning;
Little woolly clouds drifted high up in the sky,
The air was full of sweet scents,
Small groves and groups of trees,
Silence like little lambs.

It was a lovely June morning;
Day had broken,
Cold and gray,
Exceedingly cold and gray,
No sun nor hint of sun,
It was a clear day.

It was a lovely June morning;
I gazed about other creatures in solitary,
An intangible pall over the face of other creatures,
Subtle gloom that surrounded man’s life,
The joyous in the mist of other nature,
Deep thought and tearful happy,
Slowly blush the past event away.

By
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.


Details | Kyrielle | |

When the night does fade

When the night does fade

I love it when the Dawn is here
When sky it turns an orange shade 
And then it turns to azure blue
I love it when the night does fade

I love it when the birds wake up
Those songs they sing are heaven made
Such joy it overflows my cup
I love it when the night does fade

I love it when blooms open wide
With colours sweet of every grade
The whole world seems so deified
I love it when the night does fade

I love it when the hens cry out
Because some healthy eggs are laid
When Cockatoos are all about
I love it when the night does fade

25 September 2014.


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 | Ballade | |

I love rain

I love rain

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

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

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

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


Details | Ballade | |

Walking by the river

Walking by the river.

It was that kind of day
With the Spring Sun soft and warm
There was a kind of energy
That moved within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt me, natures pull
Oh Lord those river trails are beautiful.

I passed a group of roos
Who were grazing by the river
Some Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra laughed
Oh how I love to walk that river path.

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked until I dropped
Along that river trail
Feeling good and living in the now.

16 September 2004


Details | Free verse | |

World above the clouds

Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of 
shroud,
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the 
clouds.

To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain 
will 
be built,
World beneath where would be 
moving,
And sun rays where will be cold 
and soothing.

Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about 
the 
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud 
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything 
will be allowed.

Sliding on morning dews that stays 
till night,
Diving in the night’s sky that looks 
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing, 
shouting,
Like the endless penumbra it’s 
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last



For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this 
anyways


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

Fifteen tiny Swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows
All perched upon a fence
Oh what handsome fellows
But here, let me commence
To speak of all their beauty
These tiny little birds
All black and cream with a reddish throat
Oh how my heart they stirred

A lady walking with her dog
Disturbed these little guys
So from the fence these birds take wing
And head towards the skies
It seems that they are dancing
In the way they fly around
 They always seem to fly in circles 
And nearly touch the ground.

I walk around these wetlands
And wonder at it all
Everyday it’s something else
And it’s all so beautiful
Ducks and swallows, parrots too
And the beauty of the lake
I love to walk there most of all
At the coming of the daybreak.

16 August 2013 @ 1510hrs.




Details | Free verse | |

Trust Life

Trust Life
Don't let life pass you by, 
Waiting for a better day, a better chance.
Live now! 
Believe in the Good in people,
Trust Life.
Never walk in anyone's shadow,
Let the light guide you,
Feel the spirit of the universe
In the golden power of the sunlight,
As it gently caresses you face.
Open your eyes to the beauty around you,
Take your strengh from nature,
It is there for the taking.
It will fill you with power
To share with the ones that need it.
Look for the beauty you posess inside,
This is the Life you waited for.
Trust Life- and you could not wish
for more!


Details | Free verse | |

With you in autumn evening

The sweet songs of birds, We hand in hand across the lawn, Pansies white yellow and violet Tossing their heads in the breeze. Somewhere the sound of falling leaves. The sound of squirrel cracking the walnut. Calm weather warm sun, White fluffy clouds forming different shapes, A passenger flight in the blue sky, Sun born in the horizon and about to fade in the horizon, Both our heartbeats echo inside of chest, Shutting and opening of our lips, Your unkempt hair flying backwards, Yellowish west sky. Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow. If I could stop this world from spinning, I would do so, Just to be with you In this autumn evening.


Details | Personification | |

What It Is To Be Free

Not many see,
 What it is to be free.
What it is to amount,
 To make every day count.
Everything has a story,
 Though the place your at you say is boring.
There's more behind this rundown town.
 From the highest mountian,
To the streets unfound.
 Where children once played, 
And by their side their parents stayed.
 Where the sky may not shine as bright,
But to every darkness there's light.
 Where the creature's of the world find home,
While your complaining that the air's too cold.
 When you're strong, it shows,
Planing each day as it goes.
 Smiling and helping whoever you can,
Instead of moping about how much you hate this land.
 You can't change the way the trees sway,
You can't change what's already gone away.
 But the beauty of the world can take you in,
Make you see beauty like you should have when your life began.
 When you start to appreciate the little things,
Like the crickets chirping,
 And the songs birds sing.
You'll find all you needed has been there all along,
 Only then you'll see where happiness comes from.
If to see is to believe,
 Then there's belief all around.
From the starry night sky,
 To the flowers on the ground.
So many find pleasure in all the wrong things,
 Humanity has overcome,
Yet still falls apart at the seams. 
 We're so focused in on money and gold,
Before we know it our life has no meaning,
 Our skin becomes cold. 
It's never too late,
 And you're never too near or far.
To make the best of things,
 And be happy where you are.

 


Details | Ode | |

The Memories of a Dancing Peacock


The Memories of a Dancing Peacock 
( Based on a true incident captured in my Camera )



I was in a mood to sing, and

The Peacock was in a mood to dance, 

My singing came, while watching the beauty and 

The beauty started unfolding its wings and charms, 

As if the Peacock was listening the songs, 

I was singing, silently in my mind.  



Oh, what a joy it was to feel and share, 

Those wonderful moments 

I spent with that beautiful bird,

Who kept dancing and dancing,

Till the song continued in my mind silently.



You and I may not be dancing or living forever, O, bird,

But the image, which you have engraved on my mind and

The rhythms of that joy and pleasure, 

Which you have left,  

Would continue to generate always,

The music of silence and beauty in every mind.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th December 2011

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Details | Ballade | |

This lake so beautiful

This Lake so beautiful.

The lake so very beautiful
Paints pictures in my mind
Ducks, Ibis, and Pelicans
And birds of every kind
Mix with the shades of many greens
And the clouds that ride the sky
All these things added together
Make me one happy guy

A Kookaburra in a tree
Gives out his ghostly laugh
Giving a sense of solitude
On the silent morns behalf.
And all around that lake there lies
Islands green and tiny
As morning sun shines on the lake
It looks so sheeny, shiny. 

The other shore holds many homes
Their roofs of reddish brown
Appear to me like in a movie
Of a little lakeside town
White egrets wade in the water
Their world all harmony
As two black swans come floating by
With all their mystery.

A flock of seagulls fly above
There whiteness oh, so pure
As the sun shines down on them
I’m filled with such allure
Oh, all the beauty of this lake
 Gives to me so much joy
And fills my mind with memories
That nothing could destroy.









Details | Quintain (English) | |

One of the Wonders

by just looking at it from the distance a picturesque view captures right away our hearts a stair like going up to heaven on its magnificent appearance a cogent power beckoning every tourist to visit and become a part of this historical place and one of our world’s beauty spots the People’s Republic of China stands tall with pride and glory in possession of this gigantic dragon-formed and walled stair a product of their ancestors’ concerted effort to protect their country from heartless invaders who want to ruin without care so, they’d built it with masonry and rocks strong enough and fair let’s all go and experience this great and wonderful place anytime of the year but winter is still the best, I bet climbing on every step of the walled stair with nuance pace so lofty but a gentle breeze will extricate ourselves from sweat more power and energy will be saved and it’s a challenge a bit Great Wall of China has been built and renovated until Ming’s Dynasty a creative work of art by the Chinese and their great masterpiece along the mountain sides to the top winding up with majesty so impressively built as if trying to reach an endless place a breathtaking beauty inviting us to capture tenacious memories climbing on Great Wall is so much fun and enjoyable a stop on each pillar shows a full view of the scenery giving us a great tour a part along our way up is a long chain of padlocks for lovers and couples an everlasting love, peace, bliss and everything they’ll wish for believing that leaving a padlock and key there, wishes will be granted for sure the most challenging and rewarding part is the incentive we’ll get if we climb and reach the peak, a certificate for us to remember so, to make our experiences with travel expenses commensurate let’s all gather our strength and be determined as great explorers for us to get one of the most precious moments in life to cherish forever
April 8, 2013 Note: The composition of this poem was also inspired by my wonderful experience in this place when we’d our school tour last March 7-10, 2011 at Beijing. Both great happiness and terrible sadness I’ve felt that time. My happiness to see the beauty of the place but terrible sadness was deep inside of me because I was thinking of my father who was already at his critical health condition and, I went back home to visit him just after coming back from our joyful tour. First Place Contest: Seven Wonders Judged: 4/25/2013 Sponsor: Greatest Poet Poet Destroyer


Details | Free verse | |

A Kiss of Sunshine

taking an early walk along the shore awaiting for the royal entrance of the new day through His Love Divine--- I hear the whisper of the cold and gentle wind into my ears saying: the arrival of your majestic prince of the universe has now begun excitements I feel deep down in my heart giving a fleeting glimpse at the side of the ocean there lies the long ranges of mountain-tops seems as if they hide him from me giving me suspense on his final exquisite appearance as the ebbs move gracefully on their way back… carpeting his path waves all arise welcoming him with their loveliest prelude the cold breeze gently wafts the perfumes as peaceful as they could a scent of the blue ocean-potpourri filling the air up to the clouds then down to my mood as my prince finally ascends unto the clear sky through his radiant rays he sends me right away his glowing smiles descending his loving touch mellowed by God’s Loving Embraces from my face creeping down to my whole being all I feel is his warmth: an assurance that forever He cares a very wonderful feeling I can’t explain I close my eyes and raise my gentle face towards his rays trying to absorb all the blessings and graces he brings Oh, what a great and wonderful feeling! keeping still my chin up on high exposing to him my rosy cheeked face as I close my eyes then I protrude my lips As I want to finally feel my Prince Sun’s warmest kiss a kiss of my Darling Sunshine a sweet kiss of love the greatest and eternal love from up above
Feb. 9, 2013 2.30pm Note: I love sunshine! My father gave me a ring when I was still young engraved with words Darling Sunshine because according to him I was born during sunrise. I lost the ring when I was staying in a dormitory as a student. Sixth Place Contest: Verse Poems Judged: 3/12/2013 Sponsor: Poet Nathan A Third Place Contest: A Kiss of Sunshine Judged: 3/25/2013 Sponsor: Poet Gail Angel Doyle First Place Contest: In Honor of my Fave Poem Judged: 4/11/2013 Sponsor: Poet Andrea Dietrich


Details | Free verse | |

Becoming Mother Nature

What if Mother Nature
 retired,
and I applied for her position?
How would I dare
to assume,
 her un-ending cycles;
 her secret duties?
Could I invoke such power,
 or must I simply become her?
Spin myself
 into a cocoon of natural faith.
Let the atoms of the cosmos
 transform my light into spirit.
 
Would I then emerge,
 complete with every force of mystery?
Awaken each day with pink mist,
 and burn each evening sky
 with crimson?
Command each leaf, each breath
and every symphony 
of living?
Would I wear her gowns
 of argent, lavender and aqua;
step lightly on mossy stones,
 and dance upon silver meadows?
Grace the heavens
in cloud-white glinting wings
and in
 the depths of darkest night
 bear stars, filled
with the promise
 of every beginning?
 
Suzanne Delaney



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You have it all

Written as the words poured out after I read a lady’s poem this morning on the 
soup.

You have it all

I hear it all. I read it all
All the lack of life’s contentment
The mind goes on, and on and on
Pouring out resentment
Cause this is what mind’s all about
It’s fickle and it’s dull
Mind can always cause one trouble
But never make one whole.

You’re given all you need my friend
To have heart filled with joy
All you need is self-acceptance
But your world you do destroy
By wanting what you cannot have
As you live for future days
Or the past that’s gone forever
Hey lady, Lift your gaze.

You were given everything
The day that you was born
The sun, the flowers, the birds that sing
The beauty of the dawn
 But now you’ve let your mind take over
So you live in misery
Learn to still the thoughts, my friend
And then you will be free

22 July 2014 @ 0647hrs.


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Willie Wagtail

Willie Wagtail

Willie wagtail wakes the morning
With his song outside my room
He tells me that the day is dawning
And sings away all shades of gloom.

Lovely bird, back black and shiny
With his belly creamy white 
He sits there on a roof so finely
Giving my Soul sweet delight
\
‘Morning’s here’ his song is singing
Every note so loud and clear
As his song to me is bringing
A feeling oh, so sweet and dear.

26 August 2013 @ 0657hrs.


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SUNSET

SUNSET


The yawning sun
Exhausted glides across the canvas of the infinite hues sky
Painting in its passage, with the reminiscences of the day,
A glorious resting place for the night to pass!
     

© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 SEPTEMBER 2013



Details | Verse | |

Rites Of Passage



lllllllllllllllllllll I haste not I fear not in harmonious cries, I plead where flight has called this mighty warrior red paint upon my cheek O cleansing smoke of wild grass high of resin and sacred bead a vision has taken this warrior's cry anon, to capture a dream I crawl through gates to reach the ledge where spirit and smoke arise and pluck the painted Northern Flora and gaze through Savanna's eyes ^^^^^^^


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God In Creation

Who flames the lilies of the field?
And the silver gladsome stars
Or puts a blanket,towering shield
 From heaven's meteor darts.

Who grace the air in alluring sweetness?
And rivers above the expanse
Who clothes them all in retreatness?
To shout,to praise,to dance!

Who gives the rose the purest love   
And the dews its silver -white
Or the blushing trees with arms above
That shakes within the light.

From regions far,to oceans near
Our God he smiles his beauty
From perfumed larks,to the leaping deer
Creation wields his duty!


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A Night To Remember

So sweet a kiss
The murmuring tunes of Spring
In the fragrant breath of night
Hums within my slumbering ears.
Like the whispering trees dancing
In the softest dews descending
From the vapours of the skies 
When the soothing night
Was young with the glimmering moon of May.

The poor labouring clouds expanded wide
In the muted distance ripe with coldness
While the storming of the Eastern wind
Drifted through the blossoming fields
Graced by the sultry springs in the lulling hours.
I pulled the weary drapes
When the night grew old with silence
From a crystal window 
Mirrored against the dumb fields
Black with the night.
A soft mist exudes the dead wind
Curled around the nodding branches.
Then I stealed away to the vacant spot
Where a crackling fire
Invaded the mournful breath of silence.

Lipsing sounds intrudes the night
Upon the quiet slopes and verdant span
Where the blossoms gently bow
Kissing soft the silver spray
Fluttering in the starry distance.
There sauntered I
Under the gladsome sky
To pluck a cherry from its stem
Outstretched beneath the sobbing moon
That in the dawning misty hours
That silver orb of light expires
When the sun had greet the day
With a golden sigh!



















  


 


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Z is for Zaria

A-Z Latin and Common names of plants.

A is for Acanthus Mollis the Latin name but this does teach us
B is for the common name we know it as bears Breaches.

C is for Campanula some are short and some of them tower
D is for the common name the pretty blue Dalmatian Bellflower

E is for Erigeron a daisy like flower not keen on the rain
F is for its common name, a strange sounding Fleabane.

G is for Galtonia its nodding head like a bowing nymph
H is for the common name the snowdrop or summer Hyacinth.

I is for Imperata Ruba not so hardy let me tell you alas
J is for the common name It’s known as Japanese Blood Grass.

K is for Kniphoria Triangularis a tall flower when unfurled
L is for the common name the pretty Light of the World.

M is for Morus nigia a stately tree with hearts shaped leaves 
N is not for the common name but NEEDS care when pruning as it bleeds 

Oenothera biennis is for an ephemeral beauty a perfume delicate on the nose 
P is for the common name, and we know it as the Evening Primrose.

Q is for Quercus Ruba a fast growing plant that looks tremendous against a wall
R is for the red leaves that this plant displays when in the fall

S is for Salvia greggii you will of heard of this I’ll will wage
T is for its common name we know it as a Texas Sage.

U is for Ugni a fruiting tree with leathery leaves that is second to none
V is for variety in fact in this tree there is only one.

W is for Wisteria that loves to ramble up wires and twist
X is for Xeranthemum the flowers are straw like and crisp

Y is for the Yucca plant a flowering beauty that last for weeks
Z is for Zantedeschia a lily, a variety of colours for you to seek.

© 27/03/2013 


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Feelings at dusk

Feelings at dusk

I don’t feel sad, I don’t feel glad
It’s a funny kind of thing
A kind of mellow, easy feel
 Where heart does softly sing
A melody of life’s sweet bliss
As dusk, with sleepy eyes
Seeps in so very stealthily
Looking old, but wise

I sit, and sink into this dusk
As silence comes, so still!
And Sun grows weaker all the time
So low he grows on will
He goes to where he always goes
Each day when night time comes
And tells him with the song of birds
As they signal ‘day is done!’

I sit here very silently
As pen, it scrapes white sheet
And life seems filled with mystery
As sun fades in defeat
Then misty moon takes over sky
So full, and huge and bold
Another day has turned to dusk
Such a wonder to behold!


Details | Elegy | |

Sorrowful unto death

Sorrowful unto death
(Ecclesiastes 1:18 KJV)

He that increases true wisdom increases grief...
exposing that the knowledge of serpent did not instruct the dove,
and to know serpent knowledge is to know,
how the house of Love  was divided, that sorrow is in learning,
how many there are deceived of themselves….

                                                                       
To be harmless as a dove is to be love,
to be of a serpentine jester is to pester,
to pester life as a jester of strife...
is to be twain in total vain.
Love is oneness of twain in a wedding garment…

The trinity of infinity is the beginning of thee,
opening the sacred heart gives one options to see,
the beauty you see inside is the essence of thee,
tis also the beauty in the nature of a tree…
the nature of life’s tree eternally… 

To be is, to be, of the nature of life’s tree,
not to be, is to be, of  thine own ciestrine… 
                                                       Selah! 


Details | Acrostic | |

LOVE: "Life, Birds, Bees and Trees"

LOVE:
“Life, Birds, Bees and Trees”

The beauty is nature in birds and the bees,
Hidden life within the hives and the trees,
Exact and complete, as nature doeth please.
 
Birds and bees are of life’s essence to please,
In most unique ways, nature take her ease,
Riding air currents, and nesting in trees,
Dawn of life’s freedoms still rustles in leaves,
Steadfast freedoms of God’s faith believes.

As we stand, in nature’s plan, in awe of bees,
Now of the bee’s honey how nature doeth please,
Dawn of life‘s freedom, still rustles in tree leaves.

The last shall become first, but shan’t be the least,
Hail!  “All good in nature comes from the east,
Enjoy, don't destroy, our nature's beast!”

Bees and birds of nature, beauty and sweet honey, 
Efficient to please, but man loves his money,
Employ not money, but Love life’s honey,
Sweet nature love makes honey, man makes money.

For Contest: The Birds and The Bees
In Honor of: Carol Brown







Details | Free verse | |

Autumn's Breath

I love to spend my October afternoons walking ankle-deep in dried, curled leaves.
They cover the back country roads, the forest floor, and my own front yard.
But, I cannot bear to rake them away, or burn them.
The dead, gnarled leaves drift down around me like confetti.

Some are in shades of red and maroon and crimson.
The color of country barns you pass by, when you are going home for Thanksgiving.
Or, those crisp apples, waiting to be picked from the orchard's trees.
And, taken, to be pressed for cider, or dipped into warm caramel.

Some are in shades of yellow and gold and butterscotch.
The color of dried corn husks and stalks, bundled together to decorate porches.
And, the fields full of bright sunflowers, guarded by straw scarecrows.
Or, like the buses and the #2 pencils, waiting for the children to come back to school.

Some are in shades of orange and amber and burnt sienna.
The color of pumpkins sitting in patches, waiting to be carved out for Halloween.
Or, like the sun setting on a cool, September, Indian summer's evening.
Or, a full harvest moon when it rises, late, into the night sky.

Some are in shades of brown and chocolate and pecan.
The color of fragrant cinnamon and nutmeg, sprinkled within my Mom's apple pie.
Or, like maple syrup dripping from my pancakes, on a November morning.
And, those acorns, fallen from oak trees, inhabited by squirrels and owls.

Autumn lasts for maybe, three months, but to me it feels like only three minutes.
So, I take it all in while I can.
I look up through the branches,
where the golden sunlight beats between the rustling leaves.
My heart beats with warmth and joy at the sight.
Even though, the wind chills me to the bone.

A long winter will soon arrive, and the world will be nothing but white and gray.
Yet, the rich, unforgettable beauty of fall lingers within me.
Because, sometimes, when the snow finally fades away in the spring, 
I can still smell those decaying, dead leaves.
Then, instantly, my mind returns to the autumn days that took my breath away.


Details | Ballade | |

Morning bliss

Morning bliss

I walk along this wetland trail
All lined with twisted trees
As they join in nature’s symphony
Dancing upon the breeze
A ring necked Parrot sings his song
Some magpies warble low
As the sun shining from deep blue sky
It makes the morning glow.

The peaceful lake reflects the sun
As Ducks quack lazily
The wattle bird gives grating calls
That echo through the trees
Corella parrots screeching loudly
Do fly above my head
As I walk this bush land trail
With joy within my tread

A Kookaburra laughs out loud
In a haunting kind of way
It seems the whole world is alive
On this sunny winters day
I walk, my camera in my hand
Snapping pictures everywhere
With my feet as light as feathers
My mind with not one care.


Details | Quintella | |

Caught in the Sun

Where dawn is born and clouds are spun
To clothe the sky in golden lace,
The sea ignites as currents chase
Soft morning light that's just begun  
To wake our love, caught in the sun. 


Details | Rictameter | |

I Rise

I rise
to catch the day,
Many weep to cuddle.
I rise to the super blessings- 
Those ones that parade around vivid earth,
The rooted crust and resources.
I rise to the rainbow-
Arch of colours
Contest.


Details | Ballade | |

In the darkness of the morning

In the darkness of the morning

In the darkness of the morning
There’s silence all around
Of the noisy din of people
Not a trace it can be found
Just the cars there in the distance
And the early morning song
Are all that’s heard here by this witness
And the peace is loud and strong.

The dog is lying on the ground
Just a chewing on a bone
It's an awesome kind of feeling
As I sit here all alone
And the silence fills my being
As the gas fire heats the air
I am dazzled by the sweetness
Of this feeling soft and rare

The morning sky is turning blue
As the darkness fades away
It seems the world is waking up
All the birds begin to play
As they flit amidst the branches
And the greenness of the trees
That sway so very gently
In the early morning breeze


Details | Tanka | |

Picture Perfect





    

                          Cascading water

                                      dancing like ballerina

                                                down the green mountain
 
                                                              singing a sweet melody

                                                                              God-created lullaby




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Details | Rhyme royal | |

Daytime's Demeanor

Free verse to Rhyme Royal

Daytime’s Demeanor

This morning the water is,
glass still, an indigo mirror.
Shyly it reflects each hill, each lofty palm,
a soft collage of orange clouds.

Time now, to summon thoughts, delineate them,
confess faults, spill forth, a profusion
of memories, immersed in reverie.

Slowly, as clouds disperse, the day begins to pulse.
As ripples, eventually distort the river
I stir, myself.

Time now, for me to assume, day-time’s demeanor.
Like any cloud or tree, be buffered
by whatever comes along.

 Suzanne Delaney




Daytime’s Demeanor

This morning the river is glassy-still.
Its surface a collage of orange clouds,
of lofty palms, and every nearby hill.
And I, immersed in reverie away from crowds
Summon thoughts, confessing faults, to spill
a profusion of reflected memories
Mirrored to de-lineate in reverie.

As day begins to pulse and clouds disperse
Ripples from unruly winds distort the river
I stir myself, day’s journey to traverse
Preparing for what day's events are likely to deliver
Like any cloud or tree that Nature buffers
No longer to remain a simple  dreamer
Time now to wrap myself in Daytime’s Demeanor.

Suzanne Delaney


Details | Ballade | |

Half an hour before sunrise

Half an hour before sunrise.

Half an hour before the Sunrise
That’s a time I love the best
The silence is so beautiful
And the morning feels so fresh.
That’s when the birds all start to sing
As they celebrate the day
And tell the world it is that time
The Sun is on its way.

I look out from my window
At the trees across the way
As those birds sing in them joyfully
And greet the new born day.
As the Sun peeps through those two tall trees
It’s such a wondrous sight
As it awakens in my soul 
Such strains of pure delight.

Half an hour before the sunrise
It’s a magic time of day
As all the dust of the day before
It has been swept away.
As those birds they sing so sweetly
I think they’re telling me
Wake up my child, wake up, wake up!! 
And feel life’s mystery.


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where is your chirping

grievous becomes feels 
every time hear shouting heart squalling 
about his broken beauty of nature 
mountain and valley whimpering 
because of  slovenliness
humankind  hunt living needs 
and forget his beauty of natural 

i fear for 
loss of morn’s  chirping
beautiful song from my sweet birds
I seldom heard them all

maybe you confused
where should you step your feet 
might you fret 
saw  your shade trees broken  
shattered growled

sick  of your heart 
was so heartfelt
perhaps i  worried
to lose your beautiful chirping

you need the trees 
beautiful environtment
you need to shade
and  i need your beautiful chirping

no more fella 
you pickaback
with fret the woody stem 
to the city 
to the country

it is the ideal places 
for my birds to sing
yearning always 
where is your chirping

(c)Sukmawati komala
16 February 2013


Details | Quatrain | |

Epilogue of Love

To have lived not being loved at all -

hunchbacked like a question mark-

your soul continuously on parole

imagine beauty in the dark


Perhaps we passed each other in the speed

of different trains colliding with the time

in one - abandoned newborn girl in need

the other - useless vagabond and wine.


Was it your Soul who shook the Jacaranda tree

and made it burst and rain with purple fairies?

Or just a whispered cry within the depth of me -

too much horizon and no space for prairies...


Imagine beauty in the dark

When wings demolish walls of sorrow

I'll die again an injured lark

Reborn in Phoenix bird tomorrow.

www.scripca.com


Details | Rhyme | |

Written In The Stars

I lay here on the grass and stare away.
Waiting for the night to set on the day.

Wondering about everything and nothing at all.
Throughout the winter, summer, spring and fall.

The stars watch over me, my nights and my days.
Although I cannot see them beyond the sun's rays.

I know they are still there shining down.
To make me smile and chase away my frown.

I am thankful the stars are constantly near.
They listen to my wishes, and calm my fear.

The moon is being lazy tonight, her light has not shone.
She has not yet risen and made her presence known.

The crickets and the wind find me here where I lie.
And they sing me to sleep with their gentle lullaby.

The green grass is my cradle, the daisies my pillow.
No tears will come from me or the weeping willow.

The stars are my blanket as my eyes slowly close.
While every thing around me takes a slight repose.

If you live out in the country, then I do not doubt.
Only you know exactly what I am talking about.





Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me 4" - motif: nature




Details | Couplet | |

Stardust Artist

Virgin snow sparkles in the darkest hour
as stardust dances with celestial power.
Silently it rains upon mother earth
giving witness to such an idyllic birth. 

A fawn and doe now break the glaze
like tiny spoons upon crème brulees. 
Below Polaris they prance and snort,
for they seem to know the time is short.

For such a night is a rare event,
as blue light above is heaven sent.
Wondrous luminescent tranquility
trumps any earthly poet’s ability.

Now the first rays pierce the frigid night
and Orion’s bow soon fades to light.
White carpet dulls now without the luster
of a nocturnal painter, the starlight duster.

James Nichols 12/29/12


Details | Free verse | |

Aerial dancers

 As butterflies eagerly flutter  into view
Our senses unfurl with alluring sights
Engaging while imparting those  ornate designs

Under skies azure,  they entice, delight
Igniting then occupying  thoughts upbeat
 then all senses erupt with invitations that ordain  spring's ultimate, bright allure

  Yet every day invokes thoughts of sweet,
unique,  yet  amazing things
Enriching then initiating thoughts oh so  upbeat

Like aerial dancers entreating  with  invitations  that offer  hope
Until they are joined  eventually by insect throngs
of many unbelievable colors

As  butterflies  entice with invigorating  dances
  outstanding movements under sun's assuring glow
Enraptured by intimate  tunes of warblers 
upholding melodious appealing flow
                                           

Every butterfly  imparts beauty 
Only monarchs  ultimately rule, adorable royalty
 Enjoy the inherent  beauty of the universe
                                        


 



Details | Quatrain | |

Autumn Sensations

Colorful symphonies sound
As red and gold bells fall down,
Shook loose by crisp cool air,
Tinkling their way to the ground.

Displayed on the limbs of trees
Are rich orange marmalade leaves,
Visions of autumn’s dessert
Tasting sweetly upon the breeze.

Autumn brews warm concoctions 
With auras of perfection
And richly spiced aromas, 
Which soothe our frayed emotions.

Fall’s festive nature brings out
A spirited dancing shout
And lovely celebrations
With beauty bursting about.

©   08-16-2012
For: Autumn's Beauty Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Beneath the Suns glow

Beneath the suns Glow

Oh, how the trees gleam
Beneath the morning sun
White roses seep into my soul
A new day has begun
So many shades of beauty
Are seen in this morning glow
A lovely morning filled with spring
Oh how the love does flow.

Folk speak of love in many ways
But I see it loud and clear
On a morning such as this 
I can feel that God is here
Unbeliever I will never be
For I get up each morn
And love, sweet love is everywhere
As a brand new day is born

The birdsong touches heartstrings
And makes them sing along
With the morning chorus
I sing a lovely song
Cause God is there before me
Disguised as sweet spring morn
On this lovely morning
Such mystery is born.

20 October 2014


Details | Ballade | |

Why aren't we happy

Why aren’t we happy?

What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.


And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?


If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.

6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

As night creeps in

Night creeps in

How does one put it into words?
This beauty all around
This little camp in Pemberton
Such bliss there, I have found
I stand outside this tiny Chalet
Surrounded by green trees
As I melt into the song of life
And feel sweet mystery

I do not know the names of all
These trees that do surround me
The furthest ones be Karri trees
So vast and tall they be
As the shadows shade them into darkness
And fill them with such power
Then closer be a wattle tree
All filled with yellow flowers.

To see these trees dance on the breeze
Is a pleasure to the eye
As Sheep feed on the lush green grass
The day begins to die
The night time creeps on up to me
And birds sing goodnight songs
As I feel that here in Pemberton
My heart it does belong.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Color Green

Grasshoppers and katydids
Cactus, growing in the sand
Palm trees near the ocean
May-apples in the woodland

Parrots squawking in the jungle
Moss creeping over rotten logs
Luscious ferns filling forests
Huge dinosaurs, tiny tree frogs

Watercress and lettuce leaves
English ivy, honeysuckle vines
Grass snakes and lunar moths
Cedar, fir, spruce, and pines

Myriad grasses, filling meadows
And blanketing every lawn
Fields of corn and sugarcane
Fat caterpillars, tiny inchworms

The stem of every flower
the fat shell of every bean
Looking around, it would seem
Our Father favors the color green


Details | Ballade | |

My three trees

My three trees

When I was a young lad, I lived in a jungle
A jungle of concrete and bricks
We had there but few birds, and yards without flowers
At times it did make me so sick
For I loved the forests all filled with lush growth
That I’d seen in the books I had read
And life there in Peckham it did nothing to me
It seemed to be dull, and quite dead.

And yet in our front yard there lived these three trees
And oh, how I loved them, I did
They filled with lush growth in spring and the summer
And then their rich growth it was hid
Until the next spring it would come back to life
And oh, how I loved to see this
When the sun did shine down on this beautiful foliage
My young heart was filled with such bliss.

Then one day in winter my father chopped down
These wonderful trees I did love
I cried, and I cried, and I sent all my anger
It must have reached Heaven above
For when the spring came those stumps they were loaded
With wonderful Foliage again
Those trees they lived on and I was delighted
That my dad tried to kill them in vain.

11 June 2014 @ 1155hrs.






Details | Free verse | |

BROTHER'S OF THE WIND

Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep
And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's
Of the winds.
North chases east to west, as south's warming breath,
Begs to play also, once around the world, over land, 
Sea, and mountain tops vast divides.
Tag your it, not I says, the three, as they roll, and duck, 
Shifting thus for cover's airy currents, above, below one another.
The east wind is the trickster, mischievous fellow,  seeking
Up behind his brethren, than laughing with sheer delights
Gleeful pleasure, until his companion’s kindred, catch up with
Him and pick on him later.
Latitudes unto longitudes, these spiritual pirates,
Of freedoms quest, to remain as liberation's
Outcasts, to conventional reality.
Mother nature's wild children of the untamed,
Swirling divinities whom never rest or settle in
One space, air spirits tasting the everlasting flavor
Of abandonment's desire, beneath their wings of flight.
Soar with destiny's favorite sons, brethren beyond
Human reproach, except unto one another calling,
Come excel with exhilaration's, mischief makers
Extraordinaire.
Ariel acrobats ascending, descending at wills whim,
Concurring the heights currents as invisible eagles,
Than free falling towards the earth beneath.
Gliding dare devils challenging the open air,
Testing the fates of destiny's sails, to imagination’s
Boundaries without fail.  
At night fall a whispering voice, she calls unto
Them, mother nature, come my sons, it is time
To finally rest.
Yawning with their blustery breath, these tempestuous
Mischievous lads, float a loaf towards the cave
Of the winds, and dream of the chase to come,
On the marrow's sunrise.
Illusion's dreaming realm tosses aside, it's veiled
Currant unto these ideal God's, whom play with
Raw power's force,  using it's strength as if a game at play,
These brother's of the four winds, set adrift within
This realm of imagery.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN





Details | Terzanelle | |

Beneath The Copper Trees

Enhanced by peaceful solitude, in twilight, crimson crowned
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise
Lightly splashed in backlight, where the tender grass had grown

A monumental moment, as she stood before my eyes
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise 

Caressed in beauty, and sun embraced, revealed for me alone
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down

A white tailed doe, was grazing there, aware and keen of eye
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet, still she had not flown
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?

Or take a step, in chance my foot could rustle twig or loam?
This stance of wills...intense and poised, a fleeting chance to flee
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet still she had not flown

Eyes made of glass, as windows are, in which the iris tongue
We made no move...each one transfixed, no air in lungs to breathe
So inter-laced, with life force crossed, in universal one
Our spirits twined against the sky, beneath the copper trees


                     
____________________________________________________________
3/21/14


Details | I do not know? | |

The girl among the leaves

Oh, rest once more on my green pasture,
like you did the night before, my blossom:
Yesterday, the breeze took your scent afar
stealing the furtive and precious pleasure  
that I shared only with the evening star
that courts lonely the pink-dyed moon.
 
Remember the day when a wayward twist,
while you walked among the flower walls
measuring beauty with tepid innocence,
left you bare-dressed only by modesty
and then you hid your fair semblance
with blue, red, white and yellow petals.
 
Oh, lay and let me feel your breath on me,
your chest pressed against the dry leaves
dew drops sliding down by your back.
Spring after spring, you have come alone,
stepping merrily on the old stone track
after the quietness that nature improves.
 
Beauty and nature share one essence,
Unspoiled by the time reaping presence.


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Here in the garden

Haiku

Here in the garden

Here in the garden
Wagtail sings his happy song
He is so joyful.

Oh, such loveliness
How the roses smell so sweet
So many colours.

The dog is sleeping
The doves they walk up to him
He don’t seem to care

The Mulberry tree
Dances on the summer breeze
Oh, so gracefully

The Parrots feeding
Pink and grey and beautiful
Noisy birds are they.

I sit drinking tea
As the sun it smiles at all
I just bask in peace

Such a lovely day
I could sit here forever
I am mesmerized.


Details | Ballade | |

Bewitched on the Sabbath

Bewitched on the Sabbath

Here on this Sabbath, I’m bewitched.
Its spring, a precious morning
The Sun shines down so tenderly
As new day is a dawning
And me, I’m standing like a statue
As that feeling’s coming on
And all around this lovely space
The air is filled with bird song

The Sun it be so velvet soft
It caresses my right cheek
And moves on down the side of me
And Lord, it feels so sweet.
As those Magpies warble cheerfully
Their magic woos my soul.
I am a tree, I am a flower
Oh, lord I feel so whole

The Elderberry tree beside me
With it’s a tender leaves of green.
Something about its clustered flowers
It does enhance this scene
I could go on forever
About those pure white flowers.
I guess that Sunday’s loveliness
It has me in its power.

Tecoma flower, flashes orange
In the Sunday morning sunlight
Its tiny leaves, oh how they sparkle
As that Sun shines down so bright.
The drone of motors on the highway
They seem to purr and say
That this Sabbath day in spring
Is such a lovely day.


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Seasons of Change

This poem has been deleted due to possible publication.


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Sunset Tableau

Watching sunsets flare
Hypnotized we stare.
Horizons last light
Burning orange bright.
Heaven and earth one,
As our day is done.

Used Quote from the Little Prince 
“One day I saw the sun set forty-four times!’ ‘You know, when you’re feeling very sad, sunsets are wonderful.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.15.2014
Nette Onclauds Contest:
Design your Tableau 4th


Details | Free verse | |

THE COUGAR

Lady liberty, hold your flame light high, 
Beware the path thy cross, in the wild undiscovered
Wilderness of the U.S.A.
For it is here a fierce native predator,  
Stalks the rocky ranges bad lands,
Behold the American mountain lion.
Known as the cougar.
Nature's solitary soldier, walks with
Silences stealth and predatory cunning.
Beneath the thickets underbrush,
The beast does savor, upon his preys weakness,
And relishes the hunt of engagement.
Secretive creature, an apex hunter,
Wearily observing, his natural habitats
Surroundings, this king
Survives by tooth and claw alone.
Once hunted to the brink of extinction,
At the hands of mankind, and greed's bounty.
Nobility's instinctual majesty, has reclaimed
His mighty throne, on the cliff tops high.
The cougar, represents a come backs promise,
We as American's shall leave none of our
Own behind, has recovered and announces
His arrival with a mighty roar.
In the heights forbidden realm, the big horn sheep,
Smacks his antlers against his reveling foe, 
It's soundings echo is heard for miles,
Abreast the whitening fallen snow,
But the great feline lord, has now returned,
To his ancestral territory, a shadow flash,
Of golden brown, a royal phantom to 
The art of war, clashing with basic instincts
Desire to survive.
Behold the pride stands tall, upon the
Red bands of freedom, nay liberation’s
Symbol soars above the lion's den,
Beneath the night's sky shines with
Old glory's stars hanging in beauty's favor,
We honor him, this the great American lion,
The Cougar.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN






Details | Ballade | |

To rise up in the early morn

To rise up in the early morn.
 
Some folk think it’s crazy
To rise in the early morn
And walk beneath the starlit skies
Then welcome in the dawn
As trees they dance in the morning breeze
 And wild birds sing their songs
Oh, when I walk these wetland trails
This world to me belongs.
 
In the early morning hours
I feel such mystery
And as I walk beside the lake
My life feels oh, so free
A terrapin might cross my path
Or a lizard or a snake
Or a frog or two might catch my eye
As they wander from the lake.
 
I would not swap for anything
This life I love to live
I could not lie there in my bed
Life has too much to give
To watch the sun wake up the day
As the lake reflects it all
This be to me a miracle
A thing so beautiful.


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Beautiful day

Oh how  beautiful the day you  gave to me
 
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
 
Lord I desire your ways and  your rest to see your hand touch my life
 
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
 
 
 
I stand  and look inside my soul
 
The way you make things unfold
 
The little things Lord they make me new
 
The touch of the wind gives me life from  you.
 
 
The flowers and  there fragrance are lifting me up
 
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
 
Your  ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you  give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
 
The woman you made when you set me free.
 
 
 
Written by:©Betty Bolden
 
9-6-04
 
All poems are copyright!©


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The earth is all a glow

The Earth is all a glow

It’s such a perfect day to day
This morning all the sky
Is painted in the darkest grey
As Cockatoos fly by
The rain begins to fall real hard
Making drum beats on my window
As sun does try to show his face
And the earth is all a glow.

And then like magic, clouds disperse
And the morn is soft and still
And all the Earth it is immersed
[Oh, how it makes me thrill]
With the suns sweet lovely tenderness
Oh what a lovely show
I love it when the sun beams down
And the earth is all a glow

Honeyeater sings his song
From a lovely Banksia tree
Some doves here in a little throng
They coo so tenderly
Green parrots perch upon a fence
And give off quite a show
I love it when the sun shines bright
And the earth is all a glow

I’m out here on the porch alone
To watch this lovely show
I sit in silence like a stone
And the earth is all a glow

14 July 2014 @ 1434hrs.


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Just around the corner

Just around the corner

It’s just around the corner
Only six more weeks to go
It’s such a lovely image
As it makes my old heart glow
Just thinking of the time I’ll have
When were on the south west road
Travelling down to Nannup
I’m in the holiday mode

When we get there, to that river
In the silence of the trees
Where the birds they sing so brightly
As branches ride the breeze
I am going to put my feet up
As I drink some honey wine
Then strum away on my old guitar
With the weather oh so fine.

I’ll sit there by that river
In the very early morn
Just watch the sunrise sparkle
As another day is born
How I love to be in Nannup
When spring brings out the flowers
Sitting by that river
Feeling life’s sweet power.

15 July 2014 @ 1225hrs.


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DANCING IN PANDORA

I live in  a faraway densely forested habitable moon,
orbiting in the central Alpha Centauri star system.
I am a blue-skinned sapient humanoid,
and a pride of Omaticaya clan in paradise of Pandora.

I own the beauty of  precious gem, a diamonds that glow.
Glistens like a crystal water softly flowing in  a stream.
I love to ride in a back of Toruk, my flying dragon friend,
While embracing the love of the man, my avatar king.

The nature is where my heart beats...
I love the scent of  flowers bloom in the field.
And enthralled my emotion with the song of  birds.
Then make love with the avatar in the midst of forest.

In the land of Pandora, I cherish the love that I've found.
The gift of goddess Eywa, our life has sustained.
Value every single tears that these eyes held,
Then give all my strength to defend the beauty of our place.

This is where I  found the man who changed my world.
I treasure every moment that our eyes met.
With his hands I feel secured,his touch made me stronger .
 His lips I surrendered all the love I can share.

Nature and love , an eternal power from within.
This world has a lot of precious things to offer.
Come to me, let us dance in the psalm of breeze.
And cherish this divine freedom from within.


Inspired by fictitious character of "Neytiri"
from the movie "AVATAR"
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In Pemberton

In Pemberton

I sit here in the afternoon
{The folk all gone, they’ll be back soon}
I hear sheep calling far away
Cicadas sing, it’s a lovely day!
In Pemberton where the grass grows green
And everything seems so serene

Ravens call from a bushy tree
Such a lonely kind of symphony
As sun all dressed in yellow gold
Makes greenest, greens more bright and bold
In Pemberton where the big trees grow
And all of nature seems to glow.

It’s a place all dressed in wondrous hues 
Where giant trees grow straight and true
If I had to choose, I’m telling you
It’s Pemberton where I’d head to.
There is no finer place to go
It’s a place where life just seems to flow

Those parrots and sweet fairy wrens
And many others, I watch them
I rise at dawn with day begun
And walk beneath that morning sun
In Pemberton where the air’s so clear
Ahh, Pemberton, it’s Heaven here.


Details | Etheree | |

I write spiritual



I write Spiritual

I really love to write words spiritual
Of sweet nature, and the song of joy
Lay mystery at reader’s feet
Lots of rhythm I employ
I write of birds, and trees
Always write with ease
And lovely style
To make those
Who read
Smile
Love
And read
My sweet words
About the trees
The sweet mystery
All the lovely flowers
And all the magic power
That always mesmerises me
Makes my mind go to our holy God
Whose sacred path it really must be trod

25 September 2014.


Details | Haiku | |

An innocent love triangle

me and you love plant                                                                                                 three rising ambient light                                                                                               one parasol folds                     *                         *                                                                 Oxalis triangularis -the love plant


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Spring is here

Spring is here

Spring is here at last   
Wonderful   
The winter months they can be very cruel 
I don’t like that at all  
Happy birds they sing their song, they do in wondrous, sweet delight  
We have longer days, and shorter nights  
And in the spring it seems to me that every single thing is wonderful and right	  
The sun shines down as happy birds they build their nests 
The fish swim round our little pond chasing one the other they never take a rest 
Everything it seems is oh, so blessed 
Each day seems warmer than the other as sun comes shining down 
My body turns to brown 
Flowers bloom adorably just for me 
Making life
Smile so cheerfully 

17 September 2014 @ 1512hrs.

*Fives and Threes is a style by Leolark on site. 

Thus 15 lines with syllable counting 5-3-10-6-15-9-20-12-20-9-15-6-10-3-5. The line with 20 syllables depending on your text size may require two lines which is acceptable.
Rhyme and subject optional


this creates the shape of an evergreen tree if done correctly..... good luck....


Details | Sonnet | |

Uplifting morn by the lake

 
Uplifting morn by the lake

As I sit here beside Lake Joondalup
With silent morn as yet not woken up
Green parrots sing from gnarled old wetland trees
As leaves they dance and whirl on the morning breeze.

A tiger snake he comes, a swimming by
As gulls they screech and fly into the sky
Two kangaroos, so big, and strong, and grey
They seem so happy on this perfect day

The air is filled with so much mystery
I sit and watch filled with serenity
As the sun peeps through the clouds there in the sky
From its orange hue, I hear a raven cry.

As Morning silence Fill’s my very soul
The dawn, arrives and make’s me feel so whole.

30 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.


For Elly's Sonnet contest.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Spider's creation

 A shower of light reflects
 colors of green unite 
 A silk web is formend umong the bluff's tree's 
 glistening in all it's form
 high above the daylight sky 
 it is such a delight
 to see the creation of a spider's life..


Details | Rhyme | |

love of nature

I could happily sit amongst trees all day
Watching the river flow and animals play
I could breathe in the comforting perfume of the earth
And embrace every minute of natures’ sweet mirth

I could live in the country for the rest of my days
With the only intrusion being that of sun rays
The birds will bring music to my ears, and a smile to my face
And I can live in serenity at my own pace

I will grow up alongside the trunks
Of each tenacious tree
the spectrum of colours will bring me such glee
I won’t ever get lonely
Not here on this land
With the wind as my sister
And each day unplanned


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THE MYSTIC ROSE MAJI

The light aglow does shine, within the wagon train,
Many voices sing, to the tambourine's enchanted beat,
Playing along the fire warmth, of their encampment.
All together their rations share, with one another, breaking
Bread with an evening prayer, over warm cider, to keep the
Nights chill away.
These are the lost people, searching for a homeland beyond
The horizons hidden path.
Can you hear the echoing sounds, of the cricking wagon wheels,
Or the wind chimes, blowing in the timeless mountain breeze.
The last wagon is the smallest, it contains a precious prize,
 Of the Gypsies,
She is the magi woman, the heart of her people.
Fragile and bent with the curl hand of age, yet wise beyond
Her years on earth, a wondrous creature at one with nature.
Many winters passage have her eyes seen,
And felt the springs warming breath against
The raw flesh has she experienced.
 Blessings birthing, and sorrows burials, has this
Lone woman been present for, the tribes
Precious Magi, named Mystic Rose.
Lean does she, against a willow staff,
Walking generations ancestral path,
Remembering a cultural heritage, past
Down by mother unto daughter.
Within this living monument of memories,
Beats the heart of a wondering people,
Whom have cried an ocean of tears,
Yet do they not realize they are freedoms
Children, knowing a liberation beyond
Pains and suffrage ultimate dream, to be
Free without boundaries limitations.
But she knows, the Mystic Rose Magi,
So see guides them along the well hidden
Venues, to the valleys evergreen, keeping
Them safe from apprehensions heavy yoke.
For they are the gypsies tribes and she
Is their precious gift the sacred Magi,
Named the Mystic Rose.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Strawberries And Unknown Girl

     Strawberries And Unknown Girl

Strawberries grow unaided in the field
Green, red and magic on the day
Sentinels stationed; they speak kindly of the Sun
And sometimes of an unknown girl
She’s there just out of reach
In the air, partaking of sweet pleasures
Years collect themselves in silence
Still sense her song and mystery adrift
Along strawberry rows aligned in history
Those corridors of time in endless days at play 
And there she stays a fair young maiden
A constant unknown wonder to this day


Entered in - "I Love Rock N' Roll" Poetry Contest 11/14/14
Inspired by: John Lennon and The Beatles 
The song: Strawberry Fields Forever  




Details | Rhyme | |

Mist Song

The waves lick the pier-deck beams,

   a boat has passed upon the lake

   to shuffle the song upon the wind,

   ebbing whooshes.....

The smoky waters still to tease

   slow with ancient whispers,

The Loon leads upon the woody melody,

   some sylvan songster

   too beautiful to languish,

   still sleeping....

Not floating upon the dawn

   through misted peace;

   all ears have heard

   the first kiss of throngs,

Gentle as waves upon the tide,

   from the very earth it seems....

   the sweet haunting cry

   echoes souls through silts

   leagues deep,

The very marrow of stone,

   and pine and leaf,

A morning hushed but for its 

   pretty plea, a male perhaps

   (so tender with feminine appeal)

They all call so, pillowed 

   their first-light throngs,

Angels upon the deep billowed morn,

Where the very clouds above

   have seemed to hover

   above the lake along,

Their soothing cry 

   fills the waking wood....

   hushed waters, still as stars

   feeds the twilight with song

(pining through hovering hats of mist)


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Wellington

I found myself shedding a tear at a train seat upon seeing the sights leaving the Wellington city train port to Woburn.
I don't mind being called a sentimental freak, if I could just have any describe more than I can the beauty that leaves 
one more than enamored, bewildered and perplexed. How is it possible for nature to marry humanity and vice versa? 
How does it happen when the city buildings lay backdrop to the turquoise waters of the pacific ocean and vice versa? 
How does its waves recognize no rules to follow on where it comes and goes or the wind for that matter? How does the 
birds play so freely as if happily almost touching the great body of water, back to air, then back again to the base 
surface of the waters? How does the water vessels cruise peacefully with some other ships finding their places like 
home amidst the many other small boats around? How does the sun give off its summer heat amidst the windy air? 
How did I end up being in that rugged train witnessing all the massive spectacle of beauty in a country a million miles 
away from my homeland? Tell me why I should help myself to a silent tear.


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The Late Night Storm

The Late Night Storm

Looking up in a stormy night
Lightning flashes across a dark starless sky
Thunder rolls through fields and cities
Such energy released on a sleepy Earth
Ancient trees explode in massive fireballs
The amber light of the fires blend with the white heat
Casting demonic shadows on lifeless walls
The beauty of the storm becomes nonexistent
Boundless fear overcomes nature’s beauty
The storm seems to rage forever
Flashes, thunder and wave upon wave of rain
Pounding into defenseless ears
Forcing its way into the primal instinct to flee
The beauty is all gone
Fear has destroyed every vestige
Covered under blankets we hide
Waiting for the storm to end
Hoping we will survive the night
After hours the bravest look out of their shelter
The sun is shining in its entire splendor
The storms have long since traveled to the east
Fears go back to rest as we see the world
The beauty has returned




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Leaves

Leaves

Falling and Floating
So colourful and vibrant
Dropping from the trees


9/23/2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Beauty of Isolation

In this empty space
With no walls 
With nothing but individual trees
And only during sunset 
it's the  sunlight causing their shadows
 and Warming over the place 
In this empty space
With no walls
And no man-kind crossing 
Silence the one remaining 
A force inside me towards this liberty 
just what i have imagined in my fanatasy 
Solitude  with nature 
with no one else but the one who created me 
I stare at this beauty of nature , The more i believe 
In this empty space
with no walls 
with nothing but individual trees 
Fulfilling  the beauty of isolation
the beauty of real liberty


Details | Acrostic | |

Love of the Ocean

Lingering waves surge into the shore.
Ominous glory, it rages for a score.
Vivacious peaks beautify its core.
Each one different, then the one before,

Once you have seen the power it holds.
From then on, the greatness unfolds.

Terrifyingly beauty raptures your mind.
Hearing its sounds enthralls us to find.
Earnest thoughts we once left behind.

Oceans beauty is spellbinding at dusk.
Creating fresh aroma, sometimes musk,
Every day delivering, treasures of mollusk.
After a day at the ocean, you may enjoy cusk.
Not one person denies the beauty so brusk.


Details | Free verse | |

Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Travelling through the thickets, swamps and forests
The trail you walk takes you through an unseen world
Massive trees shade the rocky trail
Trees born of recent fires reach for the sun 
Others older as your country itself shade their offspring
Ferns reach their fronds reach out searching the moist air
Dew left by the cool nights sparkle like diamonds even in the shade
Moss covers the rocks where springs flow from the ground
Springs of water made pure by grey, cold limestone
Animals of every kind hide in the dense thicket
Fearfully watching your every move
Few people care to see what you are seeing
The beauty of everything nature has ever created
Beauty to be left alone by those who wish to destroy it
Those who wish to make every forest a hotel
Those who wish to cut down trees to make paper
And those who just hate anything left in its natural state
Thickets, swamps and forests are like beautiful women
To be loved, caressed and cherished
Allowed to grow in their own ways and not be shackled
Love the wild world the way you would a woman
In all her beauty she will return the favor and be there for you
More beautiful and gracious year after year
That is Mother Nature’s promise to all who care about her child
If only we could answer her
Protecting the thickets, swamps and forests
The world would be a better place


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Colors

Sun shining on a spring day
Grass spent months under winter’s snow
Reaching for the sky
Hoping for that one last sunbeam
Desiring a moment of warmth
Streams covered with ice
Thaw into distant rivers
Feeding fields as they flow by
Plants and trees spread into life
Showing a beauty hidden by the icy cold
Flowers burst through the ground
Hues and tints not remembered
Brought back to the imagination
Turning empty hillsides into palettes
Painted by brushes created at the start of time
The colors grow and fade
As the time of summer comes and goes
And once again
The beauty and color of life
Hides beneath a white blanket
Waiting for that one moment 
For the sun to return on another spring day


Details | Rhyme | |

Butterfly Wings

From the cradle of birth through the complex of life,
to finally the dungeon of death,
generational instincts react when there’s strife,
so a new order, takes its first breath.

In a pristine held valley with forest and stream,
where beauty and colour stand out,
odd shapes have a reason designed for the scheme;
there’s not a straight line thereabout.

So often we stroll through this balance of time,
blinkered and blind to its role.
What comes to the eye is not reason nor rhyme,
but wasteland that needs our control.

But bellbirds who call from the tree tops up high,
or boronia scent on the breeze,
and the cascading current that flows with a sigh,
are meant to put our mind at ease,
and surely they will if we’re given the chance,
to seek out these intricate things,
so there is more than a mere fleeting glance,
when we travel on butterfly wings.

When blossom takes over the rim of a shrub,
and the lure of nectar is strong,
pollen is moved through the whole of the scrub,
when the working bee moves it along.

The canopy gorges on sunlight and rain,
and filter them both to the soil,
so embryo seeds, start to swell and strain, 
and seed leaves begin to uncoil;
not that you’d notice when you’re walking by,
you don’t see these intricate things,
unless of course you are willing to fly,
and travel on butterfly wings.

Go back to nature; to our dear mother’s arms, 
who won’t support queens and kings,
but she will take you on a journey that calms,
if you dream you’re on butterfly wings.


Details | Free verse | |

Creation's fragility

Every aspiring artist
want's to be remembered
for what they were able to give to the world
not so much , like so many other's
what they are capable of taking from the world

Who are we any way , to think we can capture
the beauty of creation , a futile possesion
even the beauty of freshly cut flowers
soon wilt away , a reminder of fragility

Creation has given a natural tendency
we all showcase an exquisite weakness
our patriarch mentality would have us forget
exchange strokes of love for the stroke of the sword

Who we are........
what we project and how we express
our inner being , is everything.......
the outer world , is where lie's temporary insanity........


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

My Perfect Pearl

The life of this pearl, how it grew from the sand
Is a wonderful story to tell
For it bothered the flesh in an oyster's grey shell
And the oyster then coated the sand
It was milky and white, added band after band
'Till it formed a white shell
So a creature can't tell
That it grew from a grain of the sand

This gemstone of mine
From the depths of the sea
Has a glittering shine
That is easy to see
So it's hard to imagine, this treasure so fine
All began as a grain in the sea



Written 3/2/2013


Details | Ballade | |

After the rain

After the rain

Velvet green with mauve and yellow
Touches blue sky overhead
I walk along this wetland trail
With fairy feathers in my tread
Green parrots in their crazy flight
Rise and fall above the trees
Who’s branches dance in splendid rhythm
As they ride upon the breeze

The ground still moist from yesterday
When the rain came falling down
It feels all kind of downy soft
And looks so very damp and brown
As sweet brown doves search for a feed
And a raven high above
Gives out a call of loneliness
In a voice brim filled with love

The lake it glimmers sheeny, shiny
As the sun upon it beams
It sings a song of sanctity
That fills my heart with lovely dreams
And whispers words of mystery
That seep into my peaceful soul
As I walk in morning silence
Letting nature make me whole.


23 Aug 2006





Details | Verse | |

No Umbrellas Allowed

RAIN---OF WEALTH---

Bless by the rain
Refreshing glory outside
Destiny of clear white gold
Purified from heaven
Who Needs An Umbrella? 

***Wet & Wild***
//Loving Nature Out Loud
//Rain is the gold, Earth holds
//A journey upon this world 


~SKAT~


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 | Shape | |

The River

River minnows

One of life’s sunshine days 
A pleasant walk down to the river
Scene of all basking in high summer sun
Sheep graze roaming enamoured of the warm grass
The river flowing passing on its ancient meandering way
A self carved path by an enticement no choice drawn to the sea
And over the river and water meadows comfy white cottages seen 
The bright garden colours given now a soft focus by haze and distance 
Onto the river bridge the weight an impetus of water a few feet down below
Grey stone ancient buttress shaped by old artifice granting water a gentle pass
Auric and glistening the strong suns noonday blazing light beams down  
Lit the riverbed of soft golden sands transmuted a bronze by depth
Flanking green reeds softly sway the gentle current persuades 
Shadows shapes seen moving contrary and counter way
Lovely minnow’s dark tops sides a silver hidden
Viewed unseen but in this summer light 
Serendipity favour a glance a view
Perhaps a little peep
Of heaven


Details | Ballade | |

Our planet Earth

Our planet Earth

If one took the human form
And drained it thoroughly
Took all the minerals and Oils
Well what then would he, be?
He would be dead, I tell you this
And yet our planet Earth 
With each new day that comes along
They drain her of her worth.

But don’t they know, these human fools
Without these things she needs
She suffers through a million ills
She’s just like you and me
And too soon she’s going to die
And why will this be so
Because we’ve slowly strangled her
And taken all her glow.

How shortsighted is mankind
Why can’t he see at all
That everything is really one
And he is but a fool
Slowly committing suicide
Oh what a shame this be
If he slowed down a tiny bit
Earths beauty he would see.

25 July 2013 @ 1034hrs.



Details | Personification | |

WAKE UP WORLD

HELLO WORLD I SEE YOU SHINING IN THE CLEAR BLUE SKY WAITING FOR THE CLOUDS TO CRY.

OH WORLD I KNOW THAT YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU WITH ALL THE POLLUTION GOING ON INSIDE AND ALL AROUND YOU.

YOUR BEAUTY IS FADING AWAY WITH ALL THE VIOLENCE AND POLLUTION IN YOUR SURROUNDINGS.

I NEVER EXPECTED YOU TO COME TO THIS CONCLUSION BUT ONE DAY YOUR BEAUTY WILL SHINE ONCE AGAIN.

NO MORE GREEDY POLITICIANS,CROOKED MINISTERS OR CRIMINALS.

YOU WILL SHINE WITH RIGHTEOUS PEOPLE INSIDE OF YOU WHO WILL NEVER HARM YOU AND WILL LET YOUR BEAUTY FLOW WITH THE RIVERS.

PEACE AND HARMONY WILL SURROUND YOU IN ALL THAT YOU WERE MEANT FOR.

SO WAKE UP WORLD DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO MOTHER EARTH SHE IS CRYING ON THE INSIDE AND SCREAMING ON THE OUTSIDE FOR HER CHILDREN TO LOVE AND BE IN UNITY.


Details | Ballade | |

BALLADE TO MATURE BEAUTY

Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and its esteem goes to and fro,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Mature beauty has a melody to sing,
And this it releases so that you will know,
The elegance and blessing of its echo’s ring.
The evidence of a mind is part of its show,
For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow.
Ageless beauty never lacks for praise.
The beauty of life’s spring may lose its glow,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


In poetry and melody its praises we bring,
For mature beauty’s many dimensions we know.
With fervid dignity I see it take to wing,
Giving the young buds an inspiring show.
May you long guide youth as they grow,
Leading them in elegance the celestial ways.
So youth will  know how easy beauty may go,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow,
And become worthy of nature’s timeless praise.
Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow,
And may your ageless beauty have endless days.


Details | Ode | |

African Skies

I hark to freer days of childhood
Life simplicity in itself
days of laughter, of playing in the sand
so so soft and fine
golden white sands from the coral reefs
sparkling, dazzling bright
Staring into coral pools at Tides ebb
Beautiful rainbows of fish
endless darting, sea cucumbers sleepily still
a child's total delight
coconut palms wave gently in the salty breeze
scale them I tried in vain
inland to the vast savannah's teeming with life
tall grasses the lion hid
a wondrous baobab tree reaching up for the sky
look it grew upside down
for all the world to see, branches like roots
beware the croc log
hippo's snorting, noise vibrating as they plunge
then resurface amidst bubbles
all these wonders through child's eyes seen
Africa my heart you have still
I tell you what my friends, I swear to you
blindfold me, put me to sea
around twenty nautical miles or so
and I would know alone
by the vibrant scents of rich earth and spices
that I am back there
near heart's home, the East African coast

walking in childhood memories
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SosiBqiUJTM


Details | Personification | |

The Old Tree

It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty

It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed 
many an event 
through time
Time has passed by 
but it remains 
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?

In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song 
to your ear 
as they sang a song of thanks
to you

You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed

Today 
they have all gone away
but you still remain 
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events 
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?

O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Ballade | |

Fallen tree

Fallen Tree.

A fallen tree lies on the ground
Its life, long disappeared
It lies there dead and bent and burned
And yet in death it’s weird
The pattern of its silent branches
Have a life all of their own
All grey and gnarled and petrified
As I stand here all alone.

In death there be a certain beauty
One only has to look
The sacred truth be all around
Which can’t be found in books
This great old tree that’s fallen down
It’s considered now diseased
And yet it emphasizes life
Life’s power be increased.

For all the bush looks more alive
Against this fallen tower
In death it seems to magnify
The force of nature’s power
As its branches etched against the sky
They seem to wave and dance
In this spot among the bush land trails
It seems that life’s enhanced




Details | Rispetto | |

Beauty Pastoral - Picture Perfect

About a castle crowned with gleaming towers,
Young grass and budding trees announce the Maytime;
Above the mountain streams or blooming flowers,
The thrushes and the larks sing all the daytime.

There through the woods rove pairs of lad and maiden,
Each damsels' hair with flowers overladen:
One plays a harp beside a crystal grotto;
To live each day 'neath beauty's locks their motto.


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

In love with life

In love with it all

I’m in love with all of it
I haven’t got much wealth
I guess I’m getting older now
I’m running down on health
But I’m in love with all of it
Every blade of grass, each tree
I love it with my heart and soul
I adore its mystery.

Everything in life excites me
I don’t know why this be
But I don’t suffer anymore
With depressive misery
Within my world I am a king
Cause I have everything
Every day is dear to me
Each moment makes my heart sing.

That golden Sun there in the sky
Is looking down on me
As he colors all with wondrous glory
Creating so much mystery
As here I sit, so all alone
The whistling soothes my soul
As canary, caged, just sings for me
And the morning feels so whole.

16 September 2013 @ 1125hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Dream

Within this noonday sultry light
The comely springs in constant joy alarms
When streams and birds and fields unite
To cheer the day with loving charms.

Beside the creeks of fragrant flowers
Drooping on the mumuring winds of May
Gossamers winged in the sober hours
When larks had sang their last prayer.

There below the weeping tree
A thousand ants their troops deployed
To swiftly sieze that golden bee
When her tender wings destroyed.

So sad the day,yet so glad the light
Hanging on lustrous grass that glide
The lulling winds that takes to flight
On lapping waves expanding wide.

It brought the distant pollen grains
The tulips,the maples,the oaks,the birch
And sweet clovers from the island plains
On verdant pastures,to lightly perch.

How rich the sirens of marriage bells
Drawing back on the distant shores
Where anchored a ship vacant dwells
To greet the ocean as it roars.

These holy notes still lingers deep 
A sweet assault that grace me
And when the winds of night would creep
Its notes would drift me out to sea.

So clear the skies cloaked with night
That warmed up my eyes with beam
But swifly ends my fair delight
For this moment was just a dream.




Details | Prose | |

No Words

Pitch-black night—
scintillas of supernal light
coalesced before my 
uncomprehending eyes,
opened wide to survey
endless deep.

Heaven’s milky path ablaze,
as never I had glimpsed—
the Galaxy—
remote, yet beckoning.
I spread puny arms
in tremulous embrace.

Slight murmur—
ineffable—imponderably deep.
And I seemed to hear:
“Gaze a moment more,
and I will thwart your insanity,”
for I was overwhelmed.

6th Place, Brief Unforgettable Moment, Nette Onclaud


Details | Acrostic | |

October - Acrostic

O pening up my front door this morning,
C ould not believe what I saw there.
T he aroma of wood smoke was in the air.
O vernight the entire world had changed,
B ountiful beauty as far as the eye could see.
E very leaved limb shivered in the cool air.
R eminding me of all my autumns gone by.



Written for Andrea Dietrich's contest
"Skipping Six, Going Straight to Seven-Acrostics Challenge #3"


Details | Ballade | |

My treasure chest

My treasure chest

My treasure chest, is not a truth
It’s but a metaphor
For I have never dreamed of wealth
My treasure is much more
It’s filled with the moon, the stars at night 
And the sun that shines each day
And the beauty of the darkest sky
That highlights milky-way.

It’s filled with trees, majestic trees
And birds that sing so sweetly
My treasure chest it be filled up
But never though completely
Everything that’s beautiful
Is in my treasure chest
It’s filled with all the countless things
That make me happiest.

My treasure chest is never ending
It goes on till forever
It’s filled with all the love that lives
And the sweetness of together
I need no other treasure chest
This one, it satisfies me
For me, I know with certainty
It contains eternity.

21 July 2013 @ 1018hrs.



Details | Rhyme | |

Kaleidoscope of Sound

Colors of the spectrum Light up my world Bright rays dancing Shades enhancing The kaleidoscope of sound I can feel it all around A whisper on the wind The murmur of the stream Rustling of leaves Creaking of the eaves Roaring of the waves Cooing of a babe Birds a chirping Bees a buzzing Thunder rumbling Mountain crumbling Ringing honking Beeping thumping Crashing clanging Booming bopping Intermingling all together In every season, scene or weather And it echoes in my head As I lie on heather beds Such a masterful symphony Sweetest ever melody, All the world´s life in harmony.


Details | Rhyme | |

Its Worth The Joyful Sigh

 
Its worth the joyful sigh Those warm and sleeping waters Those familiar notes that murmurs Those sparkling dews that glimmers Upon the morning leaves of spring Where the pleasant song birds sing Upon the blooming trees of May Cold and silvered with the spray Of the soothing mist that rides The fragrant breeze that glides Across the vibrant fields and waters Across the cautious hues that flutters In the sultry light of morn. Its worth the joyful sigh To hear the nightly lullaby Exuding from the lilac streams Clothed with the starry beams That wonders through the night When lulling winds respite While lonely roses raise their heads Resplendent like the summer beds Of lilies as they blow Their tender echoes flow Whispering through the breeze Like languid humming bees Ascending to the skies Its worth the joyful sigh- To watch the flower as it opens It smiles joyful at the world And when its season finally closes Its blooming soul reposes When autumn's days unfold.
(Nature is a beautiful thing we get to comprehend everyday. We should be lucky to have such things in our lives. Drinking nature is an unquenchable thirst. There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shores There is society where non intrudes By the deep sea, and music in its roar I love not man the less, but nature more. Lord Byron)


Details | Clerihew | |

Tiger running free

Tiger running free

Tiger running through the scrub
The sun upon his back
Muscles rippling all aglow
He’s sprinting down the track

All lesser beasts they hide away
What can they do but cower?
They feel it in their frightened souls
This wild cats mighty power.

But striped oppressor doesn’t care
That’s not where he is at
He’s just playing with his cubs
This big, soft, gentle cat.

27 July 2013 @ 1750hrs.




Details | Terzanelle | |

Silent Beauty

The silence now pervades my soul and mind.
I smile in wonder at the scene sublime.
The silence now pervades my soul and mind.

I wish to hold this moment for all time—
The beauty of the flowers full in bloom.
I smile in wonder at the scene sublime.

There is no need for dustpan, rake, or broom.
The roses in their glory make me cry—
The beauty of the flowers full in bloom.

I want to understand why when I spy
Upon this garden planted by a man
The roses in their glory make me cry.

It must be all a part of God's own plan
To show the awesome beauty He creates
Upon the garden planted by a man.

When I discern the plot, my thoughts abate—
The silence now pervades my soul and mind.
To show the awesome beauty He creates,
The silence now pervades my soul and mind.


Details | Cinquain | |

Cinquain 9

five lines
to make a sketch
in words of tree and book,
of sunset hour and rest, of fire
and star


Details | Tanka | |

Clouds




fleecy grey white clouds like giant grains of popcorn edged with wisps of mist in a clear azure blue sky glowing in brilliant sunshine
orion Nature


Details | Ode | |

From the Shepherd to His Flock: a Parody of Lord Byron's ''She walks in beauty''

THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of dark and tanned
     meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus mellowed to that tender hand
     which Shepherd to gentle glen compels.

One fleece the more, one hair the less,
     had half repaired the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
     or darkly tightens o'er their face,
where mouths serenely sweet express
     how pure, how dear their grazing-place.

And on that rump and o'er that round
     so strong, so firm, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
     but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
     a drove whose milk is innocent.


01/26/2014, "First Poem On Soup" Contest







Details | Cinquain | |

Flowers



Flowers! Lovely flowers Nature's gift to mankind Enchanting us with their beauty Flowers!


Details | Ballad | |

The moon

The summer passed so fast
I thought you and I would never last
You told me our memories won’t be just a blast
Ever was I the one to doubt our past.

Clouds were soon hiding the sun
The difficult hadn’t even yet begun
I saw your shadow everywhere I went
I guess that’s just how much you meant.

But even in the darkest hour
The moon was there-a source of power
And each look made you feel so near
A dream to chase the presence of my fear…


Details | Haiku | |

Deforestation

Deforestation; blades cut a swathe through foliage: beauty has its price.


Details | Villanelle | |

MEADOW'S ROBE



When meadow flaunts her robe of green
and covers me in tender lace
her perfumed view lights up onscreen.

From mantle wrapped by pure citrine
a peaceful view my breaths embrace,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.

Cascading dewdrops quite serene,
wheels gently to enshrine my face
her perfumed view lights up onscreen. 

A nightingale takes wing, unseen
to pipe last croons within this space,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.

She glides around like myth's Celine
oh beauty lit by skyline’s grace,
her perfumed view, lights up onscreen!

The newborn dawn will spread its beam
lingering through mild slumber’s pace.
When meadow flaunts her robe of green,
her perfumed air drapes path’s onscreen.


Juli- Michelle's Rhyme Battle: Round 4


Details | Ballade | |

Dancing with the trees

Dancing with the trees.

Like the silence of the bush be I
So wonderful I feel
Within the depth of mystic river
Comes a space that is so still
I see it all, and all of me 
In the dancing of the trees
The way they wave so gracefully
As they float upon the breeze.

I catch a glimpse of the vast 'I am'
In the power of the silence
All arrogance it dissipates
And so do shades of violence
As they flow away on the painted river
On it's way to the mighty ocean
The only thing that takes their place
Is love and sweet devotion.

A Parrot lands upon a branch
All orange, blue, and green
As I catch a glimpse of the morning sun
As it shines upon his sheen
And make the colours come to life
And I feel that power in me
the power of the all that is
With all it's energy.

25 September 2013 @ 1020hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Red Roses

Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?

Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark? 
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?



Details | Ode | |

IN PRAISE OF BEAUTY

IN PRAISE OF BEAUTY

O beauty allure, beauty of the hyacinth
Doused by wailing drops of dew shroud
And pierced by the radiant shaft of heaven,
Through the rituals of purity
To tread the virginal soil of Venus.

O like the scenery
Of the splendid garden of Aphrodite,
With Pageantry, the art of Pothos and Himeros,
The pearly dross most sought after
Like a wand that spelled all the eyes of men.

Dazzling aurorae shimmering in deep shadows;
Figure beholding of the twinkling crown Andromeda.
Sunrise awakening the greenery;
Ascending furrowed amber terrain of
The gloaming by the countryside!

Habendum et tenedum!
Before the lily white altar an avowal
Of chastity and tranquility enshrined;
On feather quilted bed day and night
With love elixir soothing the body and the soul! 

Soul melody in diatonic harmony of
Meshed contralto with resonating baritone.
Swell the homophonic rhythm of Azande
As the pitch from my lips wear and decline
And the tempo of my heart increase!

Scented lavender wafting through subtle air;
Aromatic morning of rose bathed with dew
That transports the mind beyond earthly realm
And capture the heart at whim
Lost in imagination of the form and frame.
 
Culinary variety spread in romantic atmosphere
In candlelight banquet of cream and crimson;
Sheer delicacy, man’s greatest savour
Whose delights subsist even in her absence;
Whose substance transcends life’s ideal!


Details | Free verse | |

the Rose


                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 
                       
                 


Details | Free verse | |

Self PORTRAIT

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore




Details | Haiku | |

the mountain

granite faces up
chin jutting towards the sky
smiling at the sun


Details | Ballade | |

Why do I love water

Why do I love water?

Oh, why do I love water?
What is this thing in me?
That always wants to be there
Near Lakes, rivers, and sea
What is this deep, deep longing?
That fills my heart and soul
When I sit beside a river
And it makes me feel so whole.

What is it about the wetlands?
That magnetizes me
I find it so enchanting
To walk between the trees
And hear a million song birds
Or see a tiger snake
Or maybe a small terrapin
A swimming in the lake.

Why is it in the early morn?
As I walk, and moon so yellow
Seems to be sinking in the ocean
It makes feel so mellow
To see the ocean so at peace
On a morning so serene
There’s something about the water
That magnifies each scene?

11 February 2014 @ 1037hrs.





Details | Couplet | |

Machu Pichu

A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.

The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.

We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured

except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw

of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle

a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete

to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars

to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires

to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.


Details | Ballade | |

Feeling happy

Feeling happy.

Lord, I feel so very happy
I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to glance up to the Heavens
And let the starlight, to me bring
The sound of angels laughing with me
Because this world is oh, so sweet
Sometimes I’m just filled with laughter
And every day I feel complete.

Whether sun is shining softly
Or the rain is pouring down
If the wind is howling at me
I’ll never, ever wear a frown
For I am living in a haven
It be this world so wonderful 
All the birds are singing sweetly
Seems this world has got it all.

I see the moon up in the Heavens
And the stars so beautiful
As I walk on each new morning
Oh, yes indeed, I love it all
Here in in my world, I have no troubles
I am a king, a beggar too
I have everything, and nothing
I guess I’m of the chosen few.

12 February 2014 @ 1410hrs.


Details | Ballad | |

The storm

The storm

The sky above was filled right up
With big, black, monstrous clouds
The thunder hit the blackened skies
His voice so very loud
Forked all across the morning skies
Fiery fingers streak on out
Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong
And rain is all about

Oh how that rain came teeming down
Just like it’s on a mission
To wash away the whole damned earth
As with her quiet precision
Mother Nature puts the pressure on
To warn us human souls
Of the damage she could do
With the power in her role

The rain, It pours down onto me
But I don’t feel a thing
I’m covered by my wetland gear
And my heart begins to sing
For me, I love these thunder storms
With all their mighty power
Though some on seeing all this drama
Would hide away and cower.


17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Ballade | |

The rains are back

The rains are back

The rains are back again
Oh it’s so wonderful
There’s not been rain for a long time now
Hey man, it’s really cool
To hear that thunder in the sky
And watch the lightning too
Hey ho, the rains are back again
It’s great I’m telling you.

No need to water, not today
The rain is pouring down
Some folk they really hate this rain
But it don’t make me frown
To hear it’s rhythm on my roof
Oh my, such sweet elation
The rains they’re back with us once more
No call for consternation.

The rains are back again
Oh, I just want to dance
I want to sing a merry song
My life this does enhance
It’s wonderful, it’s beautiful
The rains are back again
So much joy, it fills my heart
I’m like a man insane.

21 March @014 @ 0600hrs.



Details | Light Poetry | |

Soaring High

Soaring High
Looking up I spot a bird; floating in the sky just soaring way up high. Graceful with wings spread never seeming to move slowly he circles around. In the distance another calls out as joining in this dance in the sky! The two ever higher begin their decent slow and mythological. What feels like hours I watch enjoying the sight drifting downward? What beauty the two birds display as they dare soar closer with each pass.
 At last I can tell their hawks. A pair I’m sure for they fly together and call out to one another. I watch as one pauses on a tree limb looking about. The other still circling above and calls out once again. An answer comes from the beauty on the limb.
Amazed I watch the other land on the bird bath. What a sight to see as the smaller one now splashes in the bath. Clean and dry off she flies into the trees. The big hawk again into the sky higher and higher I watch him soar. Soon he’s high enough it’s difficult to tell this graceful soaring bird is the hawk from my backyard. A cry from afar and then he too disappears from my sight. 
I find myself looking up watching and waiting for soaring high I’ll see my hawks. The graceful dance in the sky I know will lead them to the bird bath along with the branch where he sits and waits. A cry will sound in the distance alerting me of their intended arrival.  My hawks will soar high circling with grace till they dare once more visit a while.
                                                                                              Debbie Knapp.


Details | Blitz | |

Mary Jane Is Key

 Why Does This Pain In My Chest Keep Increasing..
Never Ceasing,
 I Always Believed The Time Would Come Where
This Infuriating, Suffocating Pain Would Go Away..
 I Truly Felt My Soul Fade Every Minute Every
Second Of The Day.. Especially When The One Thing 
 I Had Wanted Most Was Ripped From My Heart & 
Hands & Forced Me To Reality In My Brain That 
Nothing Was Ever Going To Be Okay
 But Then One Day I Came Across Mary Jane.
She Eased My Pain & Lifted The Guilt, Lies, Hurt
 And Tears From My Eyes.. It Made Me Feel So 
Good That I Never Felt The Need To Cry.. 
 Every Since That Day I Figured It Out..
Mary Jane Is Key.. She My Lover, My Best Friend
 And When Im Wrong She Helps Me Make Amends,
She Is Every Thing I Need And More... Mary Jane Is Key
 Mary Jane Is Key. I Take One Hit Two Hits A Deep Third 
Hit And Im Free.. I Need You Mary Don't You Every Leave
Me.. Please Oh Please Stay I Cant Live Another Day Sober
In This Life I Lead


Details | Sonnet | |

Lake Louise

Majestic mountains rise like mounted men,
Their faces chiseled from the rugged stone.
The evergreens enveiling all the glen
Ascend in gowns of green, but leave a crown
Of jagged peaks, where shimmering glaciers groan,
And tears they shed glide gently ever down.

Above the jade-like waves of Lake Louise
The sunbeams stream through lightest sapphire skies,
Till sunset bursts in blooms of deep cerise.
When lying still she mirrors the mountain's face,
Or wavelets shine like diamonds in her eyes;
What trickled once as tears is joyous grace.

Majestic mountains rise like mounted men
Above the jade-like waves of Lake Louise.


{Written in Cornish Sonnet form using iambic pentameter.}


Details | Ballade | |

By the rainbow coloured river

By the rainbow coloured river.

Is there anything more wonderful?
Than these early morning hours
As the morning sun shines down
With all its magic power
To fill the river with its light
And cause it to reflect
A magic world of splendid colour
For my eyes to detect.

Oh, those mighty tingle trees
That grow on the other side
Of this rainbow coloured river
They stand there deified
And make my heart just spill on over
With oh, such tender bliss
On this lovely dawn in Nornalup
I am here, and I am this!

The sun shines down on the velvet lawn
Where me, I quietly stand
Oh, what a splendid colour green
So wonderful, so grand!
A clump of trees up there ahead
They’re alive with the morning sun
Oh what beauty shines on through
As this day has just begun.

30 May 2014 @ 0716hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

Winter Rose

        Beneath my mantle of pure white snow
	        I lay, a perfect rose
      My cloak of snow protects my beauty, 
        	My life and my essence 
	      As winter rages above me, 
    I am safe and warm, from my cloak of snow
	         I am preserved
         I will emerge into the sunlight
           Through the melting snow
    I will emerge into the warm moist dew
      The warm sunlight dries my petals
              My petals are perfect
	        My color is brilliant
          My stem is taught and straight
          My essence long and lingering
              I am a beauty of nature
    I am a symbol of love, beauty and caring
	       I am the Winter Rose


Details | Elegy | |

Sunset

Wan shades of carmine and carnelian Dying in a sunset’s languid demise The flame of pink, the smoke of lavender Grudgingly giving rise…to Final feeble glowing light of velvety purple Then to Ebon soot of night


Details | Monoku | |

Sunset



 a spectacular matinee of glassy waves  embracing the cosmos’  charm in rhapsody





Dec. 12, 2013       4.45pm





Third Place
contest: One Amazing Line
Judged: 3/10/14
Sponsor: Poet Broken Wings


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Waiting For Spring

Since spring forgot to come and winter stayed,
My garden is untilled, seeding delayed.
A sodden March ran damply through each day.
I hope for April to remove the gray.

Each April is reserved for tulip tours.
The brilliant colors are delightful lures.
The tulips are attracting avid fans,
While other crops fill in as also rans.

Our valley is a beauty in the spring,
But spring is not here yet and that’s the thing.
We pray the sun comes out and is on time
For merchants to attract the tourist’s dime.

So now it’s up to April to perform
To give us days that are spring like and warm.
So tourists can find  beauty and some fun
And I at last can get my yard work done.



Details | Ballade | |

Hills where I wander

Hills Where I wander.

In the beautiful hills where I wander
With the velvet grass so lush and oh, so green.
They take me into depths in which I ponder
As I’m stunned by all this beauty here that’s seen.
As I walk along I hear the sound of thunder
Of the river as it crashes down those hills.
And as I walk, and as I listen and I wonder
I am stoned by every moment that I feel.

How that Kookaburra laughs so high above me
As he loudly gives his thanks for each new day.
And my troubles take a rest my burdens lifted
And I’m drunk with life and everything’s okay.
Those hills they be alive with magic moments
As the sun it paints them every kind of hue.
It’s perfection, and could never need improvement
As all around the sky be pristine blue.

Here be I, and there’s the hills so soft and silent
And this feeling it does fill my heart with joy
And the peace within a mind which had been violent
Be such a thing that cannot be destroyed.
Oh thank you Lord for giving me this morning
That never it will die within my being.
For this beauty that has got my mind a reeling
I know it be the truth that I be seeing.

Socrares 1992


Details | Ballade | |

As I watched TV

As I watched TV.

I was trying to watch the Television
In the hospital one day
I persevered for a long, long time
Trying to listen to all the say
But all I heard was doom and gloom
Which hurt my senses bad
I saw the hatred and the anger
As I thought ‘This world is mad!!!’

And so I left that little screen
Started gazing at the lake
I cannot stand this human mess
Their world is a mistake
I sat there glancing at the trees
As beside the lake they danced
And saw the magic in blue sky
And then felt so enhanced.

I pondered on the state of man
Why has he broke away?
From everything that’s beautiful
And made his life so grey
As I wondered, would I ever fit?
Within this human race
Then the lake there, so serene
Put a smile upon my face.

6 April 2014 @ 1452hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Life's sweet mystery

Life’s sweet mystery

I just got out of Hospital
I'm so glad free, I be
I hate to be without my freedom
I lust, to just be free
And yet, I learned a thing or two
As I lay within that bed
A hundred things came to me
And gathered in my head.

I was subjected there by boredom
It picked and pecked at me
It really, really drove me crazy
Then I began to see
Countless miles of empty space
And all of it is me
I heard the silence notice me
And learned my soul to see.

Then gone was all this boredom
When it came back some more
The silence whitewashed over it
With the power of its roar
As the mystery of those happy trees
They gave their hearts to me
All boredom was transcended then
By life’s sweet mystery.

9 April 2014 @ 0904hrs.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


Details | I do not know? | |

Seaside serenity

Simple treasures we have found
(seaweeds, fossils
seashells, crabs)
as we learned to look around

Walking holding hand
(He stopped
and wrote)
I love you in the sand

As the tides began to rise
(He laughed
I cried) 
as the words disappeared before our eyes

But simple treasures we have found
(become fossilized
loving memories) 
as we learn to look around


Details | Rhyme | |

The Magical Green Forest

I was walking on a green field when a cyclone came and picked me up, He wrapped me in dark whirlwind, so I screamed that no one could ever stop; When he was annoyed, he dropped me somewhere, In front of a laughing pixie who was as big as my toy teddy bear. I stood up and cringed just like my cute Dalmatian puppy, Until I realized I’m in front of the world’s most gigantic tree; The pixie stepped into a huge trunk door and he invited me inside, My fear relented…”So, what can I do for you?” I cried. He took his pair of chopsticks and lit them like magical firecrackers, “My little girl-a green lover, come … I’ll show you the world’s best wonder” A silver silky carpet suddenly laid in front of me, And we walked along together on a long avenue of green trees. I was deeply fascinated by the splendid view zooming at my sight, In different hues of green trees with their colorful flowers so bright; Heavily laden with fruits, lauded by the triumphant songs of nesting birds, It was already the sweetest and the most beautiful music I've ever heard. As I wondered around in gape, cold breeze hugged and kissed my rosy cheeks, Suddenly, the pixie turned into a green bird preening itself with its red beak; While perching on my shoulder, we headed off to crystallized springs and waterfalls, Lovely maidens were bathing there… I heard their melodious songs and calls. I could not almost believe on what I’ve seen… A true paradise with angels’ scents and heaven’s scene; As I sat on green grasses to watch them, I still looked around, I saw a big stone in green molds, engraved : Paddy’s Day Is All Around. All insects in kaleidoscopic colors hovered above me, When one of the maidens pointed at me, I was dressed like a little fairy; She beckoned and said, “Come my sweet girl, please join us and be happy”, I smiled as I saw the sunlight dancing through the forest windows -so gaily. Oh, how wonderful to be in a magical green forest! Where undomesticated animals were even tamed in my white dress; Small creatures danced in pairs on clover leaves and on Bermuda grasses, And the monkeys and rodents ran and swung on those lively branches. I jumped and turned around with my beautiful dress in extreme joy, I wished it was real and I thanked the pixie who was as big as my toy, After a while, I felt someone shaking me, screaming, “Sissy wake up!” ‘Twas my li’l brother inviting me to plant trees while the sun was still up.
©2014by Leonora Galinta March 22,2014 10.15pm Second Place Contest: Green Judged: 3/31/2014 Sponsor: My greatest poet PD


Details | Blank verse | |

Gentle Ripples Passing - Lake Kariba

Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky
Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry
Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue
in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue

Elephants in numbers dot the shores
hippo’s and crocodiles are at the core 
of many memories and visions of old 
Lake Kariba, in land sea 
full of tiger fish and bream

The endless blue that roles into the distance
where the sun rises and falls in panoramic vista
The skeletons of petrified monuments scattered in the sea
forests of pre historic trees swaying in the breeze

It wasn’t always peaceful, tranquil, and still
nature has no chance to relax and withdraw
Scheming and dreaming in the depths of men’s mind

Up Up Up goes the building and climbs
Man made dam, Damn big problem
How could this feet of engineering the power of ages old be so easy
to tame such a wild beast as the zambezi

POURING OUT THE CONCERT 
RAMMING THE RODS OF STEEL
DRIVING THE WATER BACK INTO THE HILLS 

HOWEVER, THE RIVER REFUSED TO YEILD
THE WALL BEGAN TO TIP, BUCKLE, AND KEEL
NOT ONCE, TWICE, WATER MARCHED THROUGH
LIKE A FACELESS WARRIORS, DESTROYING THE BARRIER 
THE FORCE OF THE RIVER WOULD NOT BE SUBDUED 

LIKE ALL NATURAL EVENTS, THE WAVES BEGAN TO SUBSIDE 
THE SOLDIERS OF BLUE WITHDREW
UP WENT THE WALL, COMPLETED, IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

Animals and people lost in the rising tide
from river, to dam, to lake to inland sea
Great and panoramic became the horizon wide

Like a whisper on the edge of wind 
was a grand concert of ages gone by 
Played out by wildlife, land, water, and sky

A harmonic existence of sublime serenity
Life here brings closure to one’s perspective
the sent of dust and adventure is quiet infective 

The place of the skeleton trees, mountain passes, and copper sun still
where the stars in the universe, scatterings like lost thoughts, visions, and chants chill
across the forging path, that strides through this african wilderness blue
Lake Kariba, the artery of the north, run straight, run true.


 


Details | Free verse | |

Beautify

                       Scarlet sun spread your
                       Beauty upon the world, as
 You emerge from beneath the mere, cobalt
Springs amongst the meadows…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
Your reflection glimmers amid
Waltzing oceans of euphoria…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You penetrate feathery clouds
Of white, ascending…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
Your radiation of shimmering light
Evaporates crystals of water droplets,
Sliding on blooming petals…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
You embellish the sky with 
Your flickering smiles…  

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You disappear along with 
The shining sky, into a sacred world
You beautify…
  

 


Details | Ballade | |

Another day done

Another day done

In this soft, pregnant silence
I sit drinking beer
As river flows gently
It’s beautiful here!
The sun, making pictures
Brings sweetness to eye
I sit here just watching
As day passes by.

Those trees over yonder
Bring joy to my soul
As the breeze gets them waving
To dance is their role!
My heart feels so easy
As the grass, velvet green
Feels the soft touch of dew drops
On this dusk so serene.

The sky‘s all hung over 
With dark, weary clouds
They might soon be bursting
Cause the thunder so loud
Gives cry to Gods power
In his home, far away
On this soft tender dusk
Of a wonderful day


Details | Ballade | |

Sinking into silence

Sinking into the silence

There’s a kind of silence everywhere
As I spend this day alone
In this blessed hospital
This silence, it has grown
A voice, it seems to come through me
It’s not like me, at all
There’s a kind of mystery around
That seems so beautiful.

I sit me, by this window here
And look down at the lake
There’s nothing, seems to matter now
The ego seems quite fake
There’s a kind of mystic, magnitude
I’m feeling as I sit here
As the moments slip away
My life, it seems so clear.

The wife comes in, she’s beautiful
She stays here for a while
We speak about the things at home
And share a good few smiles
And then she’s gone, alone again
I sink into this thing
This mystery that’s all around
My heart begins to sing.

28 March 2014 @ 1100hrs.


Details | Pantoum | |

LOVE NOTES WAFTING

Like love notes wafting in the air Floating petals of multi myriad a-hue Brushing velvet on my shoulders, bare Flush of nature seems to give a cue! Floating petals of multi myriad a-hue As many a-drifting prismatic rainbows Flush of nature seems to give a cue, For two dancing hearts to come close. As many a-drifting prismatic rainbows Flutter vividly across melting, meeting eyes For two dancing hearts to come close, Splashing colors of romance in blue skies. Flutter vividly across melting-meeting eyes Visions of intermingled sweet fragrances, Splashing colors of romance in blue skies, Beckoning in love, the open secret entrances! Visions of intermingled sweet fragrances Melody of the cuckoo's song, its sweet urges, Beckoning in love: the open secret entrances Desires collide, into a dream, the sight merges. Melody of the cuckoo's song, its sweet urges Brushing velvet on shoulders bare.. Desires collide, into a dream, the sight merges Like love notes wafting in the air... Yesha Shah


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | Narrative | |

A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE hubris or BIRD BRAIN

                     A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE ( hubris)
                       

In the Arctic nights the jazz born North Lights sound
with a music of their own. Fair winds ferry fragile birds--
take to the skies in search of sympathetic warmth profound

while white breathless silence magnifies each sound as it is heard
and few venture forth, like bears they dash to find a haven
where they can hide until reluctantly the sun has stirred--

But, there is one jay bird who is not one of nature’s craven
creatures-- Waiting for a spring call from his mate, he hops into the hungry snow
to dance a dangerous dance in icy morning with the ravens.

There is a God flung magic that dashes high above the haughty human know
among the ancient secret kingdoms of the mystery sky--
And there it is that Wisdom’s Word is spread by wing and wayward winds that blow

their way in worldwide splendor and intricate magnificence that defies
the mind of man.  It is a truth that dalliance in vanity is inborn---
Man or bird, into the nature of some spirits-- it low lies

and becomes incited when grand fame or imagined glory has been shorn
by another .  And , so-- in Persia when the Prince of Peacocks heard
murmurs of the razzing ravens and the sassy sparrows high sky airborne

a proclamation that the World knew now there lived a peerless bird--
plucky-proud, surpassing the peacock -- Jay magnificent with a spirit daunting, a weight
of valiant blue in shades escaped of double rainbows, color-blurred

who bedazzled all nature’s eyes and winds of ear, that judiciously beheld each trait.
The peacock, no longer Highest Prince of Birds, screamed a terrible and cosmic sound
of jealousy.   Ignoring all the glory that still made him great--
the vain and foolish peacock fell-- stunned and breathless to the ground.




Victoria Anderson-Throop  2012 ©
Written in Juja, Kenya
Bird is Stellar Jay, common in Valdez, Alaska


Details | Ballade | |

Oh what joy

Oh, what joy.

Oh what joy it is to sit
Amidst the lovely flowers
Hearing Wagtail sing his song
With all the lovely power
Gave him by sweet tender life
What joy it is to be
Alone here sitting in my garden
As I melt in mystery.

Oh, what joy it is to see
The dance upon the breeze
Of lovely branches painted green
As they frow from graceful trees
Oh, what joy it is to hear
At the closing of the day
The corellas flying overhead
As they go upon the way.

Oh what joy, such untold joy
It is to be with me
In the silence of my soul
What lovely mystery
As canary sings his lovely song
And day begins to die
Oh, what joy it is to be
This entity called ‘I’.

13 December 2013 @ 1420hrs.


Details | Pastoral | |

Moonlight on the Countryside

From deep beyond the canyon rim,
Appearing at first night;
The moon appears upon a whim
And relays its borrowed light.

Then rising there above the knoll,
Through wisps of misty white;
The moonlight falls as flakes of snow
Upon the countryside.

~M


Details | Etheree | |

Space

Space:
Unseen,
Unattained,
Unlimited.
The place of wonders,
Of planets, stars, and clouds;
A world of cold and darkness,
Yet in itself it is nothing.
It absorbs everyting sent through it.
We can't understand, so we call it space.


Details | Lyric | |

As the river flows

As the river flows

As the river flows
So surely to the sea
It’s power be a wondrous sight
As it roams the land so free
The path of no resistance
Is how she lives each day
I will learn from this old river
I need to live this way.

As the river flows
She takes all in her stride
Not dogged by expectations
Not held back by her pride
She flows into the ocean
She knows this be her home
She has no need to hurry
She’s just content to roam.

Oh, I’ll be like that river
That’s how I’ll live my life
All free from fear and worry
Until my time is rife
To join that mighty ocean
All filled with sweet devotion.

As the river flows
And things get in her way
She knows to never struggle
Just flows from day to day
And lets the power take her
To where she needs to go
Her softness melts all obstacles
Albeit, oh so slow.


Details | Rhyme | |

A poor child's saying

In autumn the trees
were shedding their leaves

i was sitting in the light
watching the lovely sight.

i felt the moving breeze
which indeed made me please

there i was- among the rocks
my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks;

i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn
this was what i had months ago worn,

i was still the same
without a name

even the autumn was same
but every time it came

it re freshened my soul and made me glad
and forget all the things that made me sad

true, most of the rich are luxuriated and pleasured in jeweled lump
but the pleasure obtained by the mesmerizing nature's beauty lies within the reach of some...


Details | Epic | |

Song Bird

Song bird, Song Bird

take leave of flight,

Sweet new morning,

Serenade in the light...

Herald, in this bright sunlight... 

this song you sing
harmonise mornings first light...

Song bird, Song bird

you are the sky within...

...my heart receives your delicate notes,

like trinkets on gentle breeze...

Song bird, Song bird

take leave of flight,

You nurture our nature,

Song bird, Song bird,

Your morning awaits,

Song bird, Song bird,

You are the sky within...

  


Details | Ballade | |

Green Parrots

Green Parrots.

It started off with one green parrot
Who’d come down for a feed
From the trays I’d started leaving them
All heaped with healthy seed.
The next day there were two of them
And the flock it grew from there
And now, it seems, those lovely birds
They just be everywhere.

Their filled with lovely colours
And there vocals be a treat
Their voices have so many tones
From screech, to song so sweet.
But Lord these guys do fight a bit
And some that come for seed
They often end up fleeing
Before they’ve filled their needs

I try to coax some other breeds
Of birds to add some colour
They can’t get past these twenty Eights
They’ll get chased off for sure
Each time they see some other bird
They’ll kick up quite a scene
And yet these pretty coloured birds
Make my day seem so serene.


Details | Ballade | |

The song of the early morn

The song of the early morn.

The magpies warble tenderly
The doves they softly Coo
A Kookaburra in the trees
He laughs to the sky so blue
The fountains play a serenade
It’s the song of the early morn
Two ravens give out throaty caws
They know, twill soon be dawn.

The jasmine fills the morning air
With its wondrous pungent scent
The darkness it has gone to sleep
This morning it was meant
To mystify the willing soul
And get the heart to sing
A thousand magic shades of light
This morning, it does bring.

Geraniums of many hues
And perfume so, so sweet
They cover everything that grows
They don’t try to compete
[This be a merely human trait
To outshine everyone]
All the flowers want to do
Is strive to reach the sun.

11 November 2013 @ 1454hrs.


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My trip

Our trip

W e went up to Exmouth, it took us five days
I  nto hot furnace winds, the days were ablaze
N o relief was in sight for north we were bound
T here it is so rare that cool weather be found
E veryone goes there,  cause fish can be caught
R eports of good fishing make these places sought.

26 August 2013 @ 1203hrs.


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As I walk these silent streets

As I walk these silent streets

This morn is filled with mystery
As I walk the silent streets
Shadows filled with gentleness
They make each step so sweet
Some folk are frightened in the dark
But me, I feel at home
As I walk these trails with feather feet
And in this darkness roam.

The magpies warble tenderly
They seem to get up early
The C moon shrouded by the mist
Is a wondrous site to see
This morning mist I find so sweet
It has a quality
That seems to give a mystic feel
To the very core of me

Oh yes, there’s something about the morn
That thrills me to the core
The silence penetrates my soul
And I am more than sure
That magic folk live in the darkness
Who come from a wondrous place
And hide within these mystic realms
All filled with warmth, and grace.


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Magical May Meadowland

Flowers flourish flavoring the field,
Wild waifs that wave and whirl and whip
Beneath the wind's wanton waltzing ways.
Bucolic bees buzz blooms and sip
Sweet sage, sacramental savorings.
A halcyon habitat, a happy home,
For blessing birds and bees and blossoms,
Majestic, magical May meadowland, my own.

July 6, 2014
Alliteration Contest


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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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Life On Mars

            Life On Mars

Horizons on the red planet rise
To the thinning skies powdery pink
Smoke like, ghost like creatures, pillars of sand
Lifted ever up in the cool swirl Martian winds
Nearly airless as they come to life
Cyclonic Cyclopes dust devils arrive
Grain like monster machines take shape
Terrorizing the silent planet’s sleep
Mars on the rise only wants to keep the peace 
To watch the distant sun go by
Cliffs on the other hand, sit perched for centuries
Hold their own in shadow and in light
Observe the show below, delighted
Desert planes with ghostly pillars
Made of sand, married with the timid wind 
Came to life upon those seas
Dancers on the lonely planet land
To act for audiences who did not show
Then lifting over rocks and mounds
Life on Mars moves on to other spots
For more performances


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Distance

Are we not all
The night sky for our atoms,
A brilliant display for our elements,
A grace for our composure?
All are vivid; All are rich,
But as with any star,
Dimmer with distance.


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Awaiting the rain

Awaiting the rain

The morning seems so soft and silent
Such peace is all around
The bleak grey skies, they promise ‘rain
Will come to drench the ground’
All around those wetland trees
Do twist and bend their forms
Waiting for that promised rain
Perhaps there’ll be a storm.

The birds be singing loudly now
Yet the silence never breaks
As kookaburras haunting laugh
Be heard above the lake
My feet scritch, scratch along the trail
Until I reach a fork
Then I veer off to the left of me
And down that track I walk.

Then through the gnarled and twisted trees
I see a wondrous sight
Two dozen roos they cross my path
And with such sweet delight
I watch the muscles in their thighs
So much power in each one
As I thank the lord, I walk this trail
Though the clouds do hide the sun.


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Breath of sweetness

Breath of sweetness

The breath of sweetness in the air
On this cooling winters day
Flows into the soul of me
As I move along my way
I walk the trail that follows lake
All rimmed with dark green trees
And watch with wonder in my soul
As they dance upon the breeze

A flock of brightly colored parrots
Do fly above my head
All green, and red, with shades of blue
They lighten some, my tread
As those trees all shades of fluffy green
Do shelter sparkling lake
I dance within the shades of magic
That come with each daybreak.

The grass grows tall along the banks
As the sky, an azure blue
Be the canvas for the morning sun
That enhances morning hues
So all alone beside this lake
This beauty touches me
And tells me of another world
All filled with mystery.


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River Laps Softly

River Laps Softly

The ripples of water lap river's edge
 quietly I sit, a man seeking love
The orange twilight stirs my lonely soul
 nearby, lonely call of a single dove

Sweetest place roaring river moans and churns
 fish splashing about in a soft replay
Continuance as the world slowly turns
 colors splash endings to wonderful day

The smell is that of fish , water and mud
 cool air spreading its greatest soft relief
Comfort gives to stop anger in my blood
 as Nature gifts a most calming belief

Soon its quiet , knowledge enters my soul
Victory came because I made it so

Robert J. Lindley, 08-08-2014

Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
 Total # Words:  101  


Contest results....
Sonnet

Entered in the contest, Any poem under 15 lines, Poet Destroyer


First Place


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The dawn is coming in

The dawn is coming in

I sit here on this silent morn
The dawn is coming in
The river seems so very still
Before the morning din
The world has not awakened yet
The silence is so grand
It’s such a lovely morning scene
In this wondrous country land.

The sun comes peeping through some clouds
And lights upon the trees
That turn all luscious shades of green
As a gentle summers breeze
Make them dance so gracefully
Such bliss it fills my soul
As river ripples peacefully
And oh, life feels so whole.

A Kayak comes, two men aboard
The silence takes them too
They be part of the morning scene
As that sun comes smiling through
The harmony appeases me
And I’m part of this scene
Sitting watching lazy river
On this morning so serene.

29 April 2014 @ 0510hrs.


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Little town of Pemberton

Little town of Pemberton.

Oh, little town of Pemberton
You’ve stole my heart away
I wake up clutched within your bosom
And greet each new born day
With heart made bright by what I see
The magnitude of you
The birds sing out, Wake up, wake up
As they ride your skies so blue.

Oh, little town of Pemberton
As the morning sun shines down
I breath into me, soft clean air
And stroll towards your town
As everywhere I look I see
Your special kind of beauty
To sing your praises joyfully
I feel this be my duty.

Pemberton, my heart lights up
As I look into your skies
Through canopies of deepest green
Is it any wonder why
Some folk, they travel untold miles
To catch a glimpse of you
Oh, Pemberton, sweet Pemberton
With the sky a cloudy hue

Oh little town of Pemberton
You live within my soul
Just walking through your wonderland
Has helped to make me whole
Your waterways, and giant forests
And the depth of your blue skies
Will make me love you, Pemberton
Until the day I die.


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River scene

River scene.

Oh such a lovely river scene
The trees so very green
Reflect themselves upon the river
Oh what a lovely scene
It’s the wondrous morning hours
I sit here on this seat
And watch the beauty of this scene
So wonderful and sweet

The trees above, reflect below
To soothe my aching soul
Though all I have is just this pen
And this it be my role
To paint this theme with words only
But I never get it right
This scene so very wonderful
That’s here before my sight.

Oh how I wish that I could paint
This scene before my eyes
But all I have are words so dull
No picture does arise
Upon this sheet although I try
With all my heart and soul
I have no gift like artists do
	For this be not my role.

27 April 2014 @1150hrs


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A CAPTURED BEAUTY


bruised from a snow- capped flesh earth is growing numb without rest, threadbare plants gasp; existence bites the nodes of winter’s skin turned every which way, bends droop like deep chambers upon chilled meadow striking flint, just a bit, a spark that wants to sip a flower moist, till darkness swallows the pistils hush…wait when springtime ushers a roulette of buds dyed stark yellow pouring dew from a cycle reborn to seize her unmentionable thrill of being once here, crowned hillsides glitter igniting stars to touch the moon, clouds dripping of raindrops’ spray pitter patter; the gentle streams flow while from the river, luster pours down through an ocean igniting April’s two hands... one waking the flame of petals’ limbs, the other cuddling grace of season past a mixture of spring… wild and tender. ------------- collaboration of nette onclaud and liam mcdaid *thank you for the wonder that is you!


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Softly sipping honey wine

Softly sipping honey wine

Sipping softly honey wine
I hear the rivers song
Lovely lady by my side
With love so sweet and strong
How the river sparkles
It’s on its way to meet the sea
As softly sipping honey wine
We sit here you and me.

Softly sipping honey wine
There’s only you and me
As Pelicans fly us by
This essence, endlessly
Seeps in, as a boat goes by
And trees dance in the breeze
Softly sipping honey wine
We sit here hearts at ease.

Softly sipping honey wine
I know I love you so
No one, my love, could ever love this true
Softly sipping honey wine
I feel loves tender glow
As I look at you, and know you love me too.

Softly sipping honey wine
The two of us together
River reflects the somber skies
They’ll soon be rainy weather
Here in this cosy chalet
Telling you that I love you
Softly sipping honey wine
And sharing love so true


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The Greed of Man

We admire them for the way they soar
We respect them for how loud they roar
We are jealous because they are allowed to be lazy
We laugh because they act crazy
We love their innocence and giving
We relish their flare for living

Why then does man . . .

Take away their carefree flight
And silence their roar and bite
Make them work all day long without rest
Or take away their carefree zest
Why does man put guilt in their eyes
And steal their awesome ‘highs’

Most men will never see the beauty of all God’s creatures
See the angelic beauty of all their features
Greed, power, and thrill
Unfortunately, will grow stronger still
Until the beauty of all God has made
Will surely fade


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Meeting with a Tiger snake

Meeting with a Tiger snake

The sky above is sheer perfection
The deepest shade of blue
The big gold sun, it shines on down
And lights on drops of dew
 To make them shine like pretty gems
Upon the soft green leaves
Of trees reflected in the lake
Such a poem this morning weaves.

A tiger snake comes swimming by
He swims amidst some gulls
In his special wiggly way
It’s a blessing to my soul
To see these creatures swim together
No danger written there
He’s at peace with all that live
It seems he has no care.

He swims up to the leafy shore
Then hides behind a tree
He knows I’m there yet, doesn’t care
He has no fear of me
But when I try to get up closer
The snake, he flares his head
So I must heed this danger sign
Or soon I could be dead.

Then snake, he moves off through the bush
And goes upon his way
He’ll find some other place to lie
On this lovely summer’s day
The day is coming soon enough
[The autumn is quite near]
When this snake will sleep in peace
Until the spring is here.

4 March 2014 @ 1145hrs


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As the day wakes up

As the day wakes up

Oh, such a lovely morning
The big moon in the sky
Gives to the morn such mystery
As the night begins to die
Soon the sun will shine on down
To awaken all the day
As me, I sit and write these songs
In my own sweet special way.

It’s good to hug the mornings
As the song birds come to life
Singing in great multitudes
Bout happiness, and strife
Then head off to their daily chores
Until the day is done
To sing again when evening
Does bid goodnight to sun.

Oh, such a joy this morning is
It fills my heart with bliss
Takes me to another world
And I can tell you this
There is no place I’d rather be
Than in these morning scenes.
They bring to me such harmony
And make life so serene.

15 January 2014 @ 1120hrs.

 


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Early morning feelings

Early morning feelings

I sit me, here amidst the flowers
And play the poets role
As branches dancing on the breeze
Give magic to my soul
Sweet music plays on the stereo
As the birds, it seems, join in
And fill the air with harmony
That quietens minds dull din.

Then rose shrubs pink and orange flowers
Send their perfume out to me
As I sit here in my comfy chair
And listen endlessly
To the silence all around
That holds the many sounds
In this garden dressed in bliss
Such solace can be found.

No work for me, not ever now
I watch the day go by
And drink in beauty peacefully
That all around does lie
As I peer into my deepest soul
And see what lies in there
On this cloudy early morn
With sweetness everywhere.


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Rain-forest Walk


Enter the emerald tunnel at dawn
Before a sultry blanket of tell-uric air descends,
Follow the metronomic drip
On which the symphonic faunal orchestra depends

World Heritage renowned
Immersing in uniquely tantalizing scenery
Diminishing beyond repair
Emerge then from entangled greenery

Beside a crystal cascade
Rest a while, meditate
Plunge into the icy pool
Let nature's beauty rejuvenate.


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The rains are here

The rains are here

The rains are here at last
Incredible this feeling
Hearing the rhythm of the rain
The silence comes a stealing
As I feel the crisp, sweet freshness
That be flowing in the air
The whole wide world feels so alive
Without no worry or cares

The parrots come a calling
To have their late days feed
Seed fills the bowl that’s hanging there
To aid their daily needs
Their shrieking cries fill all the air
Neath those dark and sombre clouds
They join in with the rhythmic rain
In a symphony so loud.

It’s a delicious feeling
Just sitting by my window
Seeing rain come pouring down
And feeling that sweet glow
That always comes with natures beauty
And makes my heart feel wild
The mystic seems to beckon me
Awakening the child.


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Snowflakes

a slight breeze and loosely packed snow on yonder branch comes tumbling down in myriads of tiny snowflakes each flake becomes a miracle glistening in the streetlight like a diamond


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In The Meadow

In the meadow is a quiet place
Little creatures run around and give chase
In the meadow were it is peaceful 
Little creatures have dreams that are cheerful
In the meadow were the sun some how shine
Little things of nature will combine
In the meadow the wind blows softly
Little creatures get bother abruptly
In the meadow life goes on with delight
Little creatures scurry when it becomes night

In the meadow the grass some how gets tall
Little that we know it makes sounds that call
In the meadow we hear whistles
Little sounds that some times chimes like crystals
In the meadow the water flows
Little things beside the water grows
In the meadow we smell moist grass
Little we know that nature has sass
In the meadow we wonder what will be
Little is what we know about the meadow you see


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The power of life

The power of life

It’s so refreshing, sitting here
On the banks of Margaret river
Such a wondrous kind of feeling
My life, it does deliver
As I sit here on this patio
Letting world just seep on in
The sound of birds the breeze a singing
Oh my, what a lovely din.

So many birds here in this land
So many different songs
I sit here in this morning light
And I know that I belong
To all this wondrous stuff around me
I am it, and it is me
I know it when I hear that breeze
It’s a song of mystery.

Oh, what joy to be alive
On this lovely summer morn
Oh how wonderful to see
This new day being born
Oh, what joy to listen to
This bird song symphony
Oh what power there is in life
What power there is in me.

31 January 2014 @ 0552hrs.


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Autumn's Breath

You whisper in my ear
midmorning bird songs
with that scent of mountain air
and foliage extracting its green emblem.
Switching to fields of neon;
your breath mimics the sunset sky
the feeling of kissing your newborns forehead,
so gentle and soft your entrance.
You ease your way into a majestic overlook
of pomegranate leaves,
and weak, crisp, dead skinned grass.

My delicate irises wince at
overpowering sun rays
but the heart of your existence
I open my eyes for.
I can’t miss this.
My body balanced
by your impeccable temperature,
my darling,
you look so beautiful tonight,
in my window frame,
your fire grows in the pale moonlight.

You whisper in my ear
midnight cricket hymns
so seducing in your presence
that I can’t get enough of this. 


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Trees

Trees are moss are grass are stones.
Trees are spirit, nerves and bones.

Trees are air, stars and sky.
Trees are lungs, eyes and I.


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The river flows

The river flows

The river flows so endlessly
Replenishing the sea
With all the rain that falls to Earth
It’s just the way she be
And nothing halts her in her journey
She knows where she must go
No matter what, no matter when
To the ocean she will flow.

Oh yes she’ll travel on her way
Opposing all in sight
She never struggles to get there
She never uses might
She just goes with gravity
Lets him take her in his stride
Over rocks and, down the waterfalls
Sometimes she’s narrow, sometimes wide.

If we could flow just like this river
Our lives would be so sweet
We’d let life take us in her flow
And everything we’d meet
So softly and so easily
Till we get where we must go
You see, this be the way we’re made
To move within the flow.

28 June 2014 @ 1340hrs.









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new aquatic species

       Science in all fascination has discovered a species aquatic 

  Theorizing this new yet old species remained hidden as Merman  

  only to live in secret at the oceans floor the mermaid a tribe indigenous 

  once said to be myth yet all proof and technology film does not lie 

  Tsunamis has given the ocean a true glance of the man with webbed hands

  The species communes with dolphins will be under a microscope to analyze  ?


    " The World is not ready to see what I have "  Jacques Cousteau ~


         to be entered in The Science contest ~


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Nature Portraits - Mountain, Sequoia, Sunset, Thunderstorm, Waterfall

The grandeur of a majestic mountain standing proud against the horizon with its snow-capped peak enveloped in fleecy white clouds against a clear azure blue sky The glorious majesty of a stately sequoia towering above the surrounding vegetation being the largest living thing on earth its massive trunk over thirty feet wide with its gnarled rugged beauty The wondrous artistry of the setting sun edging the darkened clouds with silver linings and painting the evening sky in brilliant colours of the rainbow mirrored on the ocean's surface below The awesome power of a thunderstorm at night with jagged bolts of lightning that split the darkness and light up the surroundings with blinding dazzling intensity The thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall cascading down in huge torrents of liquid fury smashing into the water below creating mists of water droplets that transform the sunlight into a rainbow


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All this beauty

All this beauty

Where came from all this beauty?
Where came from all this art?
Oh what a lovely feeling
That melts into my heart
As I sit here by this river 
And watch the morning sun
It makes such perfect pictures
As the morn has just begun.

I’m surrounded by such beauty
Oh, this river filled with trees
They be merely reflections
Yet what a sight it be
Those trees surround the river
As above and so below
These beautiful reflections
Oh, how this scene does glow.

It’s early in the morning
As the sun awakes the day
I sit here in a hazy dream
In a soft and carefree way
And watch the sun make pictures
On this water that lies still
I love the world of nature
I know I always will.

1 May 2014 @ 0722hrs.


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Earth's Gift

Bright red and grown
Held in one's hand
Once was sown
Now picked from the land
A piece of nature's beauty
Handle with care
For it is Earth's gift to share


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The pleasure of the lake

The pleasure of the lake

Each day I charge my batteries
With a stroll down to the lake
It's a must, to walk those wetland trails
It gives the mind a break
From all the turmoil of each day
It's a journey into peace
As those dancing trees that ride the breeze
Give my soul such sweet release.

So many things there, one might see
In those wetland trails I walk
I find there at Lake Joondalup
A place where nature talks
With wild birds everywhere one looks
And frogs, and kangaroos
Little lizards, perhaps a snake
So much there welcomes you.

That such a place could dwell in Perth
This gives me so much pleasure.
Communing each new day with nature
To mne, this be a treasure.
This lake, it reaches out to me
And tells me 'Life is good'
It's such a joy to have this lake
Here in our neighbourhood.

22 September 2013 @ 0640hrs.


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Birds and morning glory

Birds and Morning Glory

The skies they be electric blue
On a morning pure and bright
I stand there in my lovely garden
And I feel such sweet delight
As I look up in the Banksia tree
And shrouded there in mystery
Five Pink Galahs against the sky
They come into my gazing eyes.

So Rosy pink these parrots be
These wondrous cockatoos
And God, they look so wonderful
Against the sky so blue
As the morning Glory climbs the tree
All wild and loose and fancy free
And seek s to reach the blessed sky
Such beauty there, oh my, oh my.

The morning flows into my being
Intoxicating me
Those birds, those trees, that Morning glory
Fill me with ecstasy
Oh so much potent energy
And so much lovely mystery
I see within this morning scene
At one with life, and so serene.


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The Fountain Garden

Amid the flowers ever blooming, ever fragrant,
Amid the stone pathways edged with brick,
Amid the gravel I peacefully walk over, 
Hearing the slight crunch beneath my feet,
Here lies color upon color of hanging baskets and garden trims.
Here lie bushes of color to draw me in.
Cooler air and peaceful, beauty surrounds me like a cocoon.
And amid this a fountain of gentle beauty I do not wish to leave soon.
A fountain that totally greets my senses.
The running of water, the bubbling and tumbling over stone.
I feel the peaceful sounds deep and close inside.
A bench begs me- “Stop. Rest your weary soul. Feel the peaceful sound.”
Here the songs of birds do greet me as they eat from feeders above and
Drink from the fountains below.
Their colored plumage and delicate flight adding to the beauty bestowed.
Other fountains with gurgling water entice me from place to place.
What beautiful shapes and designs do I anticipate to be next?
Beside what peaceful flow of water will I next seek my rest?
I linger and forget my travails as I mentally rest.
In this shadowed and cool garden I linger to hear sounds and see sights 
Never to forget.
As I continue the journey an occasional bench begs my senses- to stop again.
Feel the peace. See what is here.
Some fountains have hidden treasures to espy.
Statuary nymphs and frogs peak quietly from gentle foliage nearby.
I beg to know what animals traverse here in peace within this world.
My mind begs me to write words to describe such delights.
I am enveloped in a feast before, behind, and surrounding my senses.
A trellis begs my attention in lush smells sent to my nose.
A trellis of color and unusual design to add to my prose.
A water sprite beckons my indulgence to notice her again.
Finally the tumbling of water sends me forward to a new treat,
Begging of my senses the new treasures for to eat.
Each a joy to behold. Each adding to my wish to never leave.
Eventually the world will again bend me to my knees.
But a moment I have gained of beauty to behold.
A memory to take in my sojourn, as my life unfolds.
Memories that can bring me back to this peaceful place in my mind.
Though only a moment, I have gained something precious to behold.
I now carry within a pocket of my mind- a memory to bring me back to
The Fountain Garden.

CSEastman  


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Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


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One Autumn Day



Amidst the scorching heat of the sun Everyone likes to feel its glowing colors all around Children tossed up and down those kaleidoscopic leaves As they giggle, roll on the ground and jig Leaves are like colorful petals and butterflies Huddling all in their salubrious place of plight One Autumn Day is truly a nature’s rhapsodic show in our sight
12 Sept.,2014 12.05am


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In the Memory of My Allen Forest

To day I am thinking
About those memorable moments 
I spent during my childhood 
Amid the natural surroundings of
A deep lake surrounded by a dense forest.
 
The forest was so tall, deep and green
With its fearing darkness some where and                                                 
It's alluring enchanting beauty every where
That it was difficult to resist visiting the forest 
Almost every day.

The lake was so heavenly beautiful calm and quite
Like the quietness of the sound sleep
That I use to sit for hours watching the dancing
Fishes and water plants and mosses and the setting Sun
While dipping my feet in the friendly lake water.

Oh, the pleasure of those moments
Is still alive in my mind
Like the Daffodil’s of William Wordsworth
And it often flashes in my mind 
Giving me the same pleasure and Joy
Which as a child  & Youngman I had enjoyed 
About forty years back.

In these forty years lot many things have changed
All around me, including the Lake of my Allen Forest
A thin Lake is still there, visible during rainy season
But without that clear water and the quietness of Sound
And the forest has no longer remained the same 
As it use to be about Forty years back
When it use to fill me with the joy of it’s refreshing air
And the Music of birds, falling leaves and the sound of silence.

That old lake and that lush green forest has left a deep impression 
On mind and heart giving me the blessings of solitude
And making itself immortal in the minds of those who
Had seen it in its prime beauty and greenness
I often remember the man Allen who had built his small dwelling 
Surrounded by the forest near the Lake and made this forest more
Beautiful without disturbing the natural surroundings 
To enjoy the Blessings of Nature in its fullness about hundred years back

I am thankful to God for giving my childhood an opportunity of 
Living amid the blessings of beautiful Nature - the Allen forest, the Lake
The Patther College, and the Holy River Ganges, which still flows at a 
Little distance now instead of touching the forest 
As it uses to be about forty Years back.  


Kanpur 5th Nov 09 Ravindra K Kapoor
Patther College is a Hindi Word means Sand Stone made building


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Like a bird

Like a bird

Like a bird up in a treetop
Singing, tenderly
This little bird I know him well
This creature it be me
I sit here with my pen in hand
And sing so crazily
With symbols shining out like gold
I give my song to thee

These words, they be my  message
I sing them to the sky
One day his body will be gone
But the words will never die
They well up from my very soul
Without no help from me
I am that bird up in a tree
With his lone symphony.

And lord, I like to share it
I will whisper from the stars
And tell the world I am this bird
Send vibes out wide and far
That sing about the journey
The only one I know
As I’m sending out my story
In words that make it glow.

5 August 2013 @ 1755hrs.







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September's Ceremonial by Catherine DiBuono

                               

                    As she stopped atop the terraced stairs
 her tiny ,yet sensual figure .seemed to take on a glow
This beautiful woman, daughter of mine
 Was shining ,like a glistening gemstone of varying hues
And all living things around her seemed to stop their daily chores
 And breath in her angelic beauty.

She stood radiant in her  snow-white glory. unaware of her glow
 Her  long  gauzy veil  moved gently , ever so slightly
As a breeze passed and uttered a sigh of admiration.
The sun  beamed down warmly as the  puffy clouds paused .

This was her day and all of nature stood enchanted
 As she  seemingly floated down each step with natural grace
All breathing seemed to stop , waiting for her entrance to complete
her smile, so radiant with love and delight, emitting her innate beauty
 And the luminescent waters mirrored her beauty in natures surroundings.

She walked in beauty , harmonious with nature on that day
And all the Angels in the heavens stood enthralled, whispering softly
As she floated  along the green of Summer's carpet
And the flowery  petals opened wider to catch the colors of her beauty
And watch Christine, the most elegant of flowers , on her ceremonial day.


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Captcha - TNBH

The world is clean and bright today.
Now the rain has stopped,
Bringing refreshing life back to
Help grass grow green and wildflowers paint the meadow.

8-7-2013


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'the ocean'

Abyssal, deep, the ocean flows and ebbs--drowning souls under, tide-like.


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If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


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I have it all

I have it all

What need I, I have it all
There’s nothing that I need
This garden offers everything
Oh, yes, it does indeed
Those branches dancing on the breeze
Green parrots gentle call
Soft music on the stereo
Oh yes, I have it all.

No treasures in this whole wide world
Could give me any more
One moment spent among the flowers
This be what I adore
Hibiscus with its purple flowers
Those softly cooing doves
Soft green leaves in the morning sun
Oh, all of this I love.

Those dark grey clouds that fill the sky
Give off a hint of rain
As I wait to feel the velvet drops
I’m like a man insane
Drinking in the sweet damp air
And this beauty all around
I open up my heart and soul
To the harmony here found.


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Beyond Midnight

The sky dusts with barely any mild light Bright deft starlight egressed softly throughout The cool night has progressed beyond midnight My face shines with nobody all about Bright deft starlight egressed softly throughout There’s enough light for a reflection near My face shines with nobody all about The water brings life through the sky’s premiere There’s enough light for a reflection near All the heavens where the stars start to fade The water bring life through the sky’s premiere Opens night, the stars, what the moon has made All the heavens where the stars start to fade The cool night has progressed beyond midnight Opens night, the stars, what the moon has made The sky dusts with barely any mild light
Contest: One in Three: Write Beautifully! Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Topic chosen: Beyond Midnight Form: Pantoum 7/27/2013


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Glimpses of epiphany

Glimpses of epiphany

Once, a long, long time ago
I was filled with cares and woe
I thought that I was going to die
And the fear of it, it made me cry
As life became a misery
Self-pity came enfolding me.

And then one day amidst the trees
Something did take on over me
The trees lit up like Christmas lights
Glistened silver, sparkling bright
And I fell beneath the mystery
My heart all filled with untold glee

A whisper seemed to fill my soul
The world seemed pure, and sweet, and whole
And I knew, I had no doubt at all
That everything is wonderful
And since that day a peace has been
Making my world so serene

20 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.



For the Glimpses of epiphany epiphany contest


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Sweet mystery

Sweet mystery

Sweet mystery, such mystery
As I look to the other shore
The the river flows so peacefully
And it thrills me to the core
To see those trees in vibrant green
As they dance in the morning breeze
I cannot help but love this life
It gives to me such ease.

Oh it is such a wondrous power
That resides within the heart
Of nature, pure and simple nature
It helps me with my art
Of writing words of beauty
To please the mystic soul
I sit here watching nature
And feel it make me whole.

These lovely birds of wonder
They give me such a thrill
I love those graceful Pelicans
And I know I always will
As gracefully they ride the skies
And fly amidst the trees
As do I write these words on down
That some ones soul might please.

9 February 2014 @ 1543hrs


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Life's Passion

 (A List Poem)

What is your passion?
Impossible to name just one.

From the age of twelve, faith in God 
set the course for all that is life.

Second only to faith: Amore.
Ever in love with romance, a taste flamed
by the compelling language of poetry.

Then there's nature, passion-fed 
by a childhood replete 
with a sumptuous Ozark banquet, 
nurturing an ardor for flowers. 
Better than food for the stomach 
is getting down and dirty,
hands sunk deep in the soil,

matched only by dancing. What can top 
moving to the voice of guitar and fiddle,
feet tapping out the rhythm of songs
that speak to the heart if not the soul?

Next, tally those books that fill every room 
in the house. Within, I travel to exotic lands 
created by ink scratched on paper. I drink 
the words from the page, ride tides swept 
by the moon, grabbed by songs on the wind,
a mountain refrain, or the roar of a lion.

A last, but time-hungry mania - writing.
Would that words from my pen breathe 
power to create climate and justify peace. 


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United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.


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It's here at last

It’s here at last

At last the spring is really here
The weather’s warm and sweet
The doves up in the seed trays coo
As so peacefully they eat
The fountain plays a melody
As wispy clouds up in the sky
 They form in me these images
As the morning passes by

Geraniums in their many hues
They shine out in the sun
The dog runs round with rubber bone
He’s having heaps of fun
The mulberry tree is so alive
She loved that winter rain
She knows as she grows her baby shoots
That the rain was not in vain.

The washing hanging on the hoist
Gives out such sweet perfume
One would think the gentle rose
Was close with tender bloom
Mauve hibiscus dances softly
Within the cooling breeze
And all of this portrayed together
It gives my mind such ease.

9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.


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Poinsettia

I love to see you and only you this time… as you spread all over your leaf-liked petals like the very bright numerous stars you'd fallen down magically from the sky your flaming red on top of green so alluring- I am so mesmerized all lying down on verdant plains and some are found at mountain sides more are adorned at homes and in all other lovely places around… you’re so special and the prettiest flowers welcoming the season of joy- the Yuletide March 14,2013 2.30pm
Note: Poinsettia flowers are my most favorite flowers especially during Christmas time. I loved drawing/painting and taking photos of these flowers when I was still young. Second Place Contest: Free Verse Judged: 3/18/2013 Sponsor: Greatest Poet Linda


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That time of silence

That time of silence

It’s coming soon, that time of silence
When the birds pay their last call
They come to feed here from the seed trays
It’s a time so beautiful.
Cause all those sounds both loud and soft
Diminish into naught.
And cause such depth to touch my heart

To cut down all the thought.
There’s something about the dusk’s silence
That mesmerizes me
The mystery and the stillness
How wonderful it be
When the sky is blotched with clouds
Then the dusk is so unreal
Red to orange, fade to darkness
So sweet it makes me feel.

So just for now I’ll sit and wait
And watch the parrots eat
It’s not too long now till it’s here
This evening show so sweet
When once again the sun will sink
Into the mystic night
To let love touch my heart again
And give me sweet delight.



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Breath of sweetness

Breath of sweetness

The breath of sweetness in the air
On this cooling winters day
Flows into the soul of me
As I move along my way
I walk the trail that follows lake
All rimmed with dark green trees
And watch with wonder in my soul
As they dance upon the breeze

A flock of brightly colored parrots
Do fly above my head
All green and red, with shades of blue
They lighten some, my tread
As those trees all shades of fluffy green
Do shelter sparkling lake
I dance within the shades of magic
That come with each daybreak.

The grass grows tall along the banks
As the sky, an azure blue
Be the canvas for the morning sun
That enhances morning hues
So all alone beside this lake
This beauty touches me
And tells me of another world
All filled with mystery.


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Beautiful life

Beautiful Life.

Sometimes my life’s so beautiful
My heart begins to weep
When life just seeps on into me
So very, very deep
The power sends out a message
With the sound of the falling rain
There’s nothing now that matters
The mystic’s back again.

I feel just like a squirrel
On a sunny morn in spring
I don’t know why it happens
But it’s like a kind of dream.
As the rain goes clitter, clatter
Like it beats an old tin can
The sky be like a curtain
As the rain comes falling down.

I’m having them more often
These kind of mystic days
And today the rain is falling
And it kind of feels okay.
Yes I’m caught within the mystic
As the rain plays loud and true
All logic gone to roaming
And that’s a good thing too.


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Little dove

Little Dove

Little dove upon the tree
As the day be at its end
How you look so lonely there
Like you have not a friend
You look at all that lovely seed
As day be passing by
It’s a cinch that you’ll be in that bowl
Before this day shall die.

Little dove among that seed
Head bobbing up and down
I see you as you eat your fill
What joy it seems, you’ve found
 It’s certain that you love this life
Though you wander all alone
It seems to me that seed you eat
Be the best thing you have known.

Little dove, the time is near
When you must go to bed
To harbor there in some safe tree
And rest your sleepy head
I hope this feed you have on me
Will make you brave and strong
So then tomorrow with the dawn
You can sing your morning song.


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MEMOIR FROM PARADISE




On dappled hill I stand Flowers at its command, Trees blazing like Lakshmi star With essence, breath in awe. Fireflies rustling, aglow; This paradise, near than far Where swan flits low To prepare dawn’s tableau, All these, locked in sweet memoir. ------ Ballasi Stanza Contest by nette onclaud


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On Our Lake

The morning - Kayaks launch, voices call, Sound moves cleanly over deep waters. White ibis and blue heron cordon cypress knees; Shallow eddies mirror the faces of our dreams. At twilight, sherbet reflections paint Sunlight's fair, fading face On our lake.
May 31, 2014 Trois-par-Huit For Andrea Dietrich "Choose Your Favorite Body..." contest


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Nature

I woke up in the morning,
Thinking all about you,
Only to imagine your eyes,
Shining like a morning dew.

I rolled my arm across the bed,
To Find your empty space beside,
Your presence can always be felt,
Fresh as air all the time.

I took an effort to leave the bed,
And glanced through the window,
Only to see the beautiful sunshine,
Like the beautiful heart you endow.

The tree's hustled across the lane,
Dropping leaves as trail, 
Like your soft voice and true words,
Leaving a mark on me,they never fail.

The flowers bloomed in the front row,
All Red, Yellow, Purple and white, 
Like the variety of roles you play at home,
With all respect, love alike.

Someone embraced me from behind,
Someone i felt i knew,
As i turned around to kiss her head,
And tell her '' I love you! '' 
She smiled like the day,
All Refreshing and so bright,
And hugged me to the core of heart,
To imply everything is all right,
Peace to have nature in my arms,
And say that '' It's all mine!"
Happy to spend my life with her,
Cause even forever is less in time.


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Winter's Arrival

Pink Blush on the hill
Crisp and icy twenty one
Wood stove warms the bones


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cerulean loss

her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...


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Crape Myrtle Tree



Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Blooming in summer as days turn warm
Purple petals fall, a visual delight
Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Delicate blooms, soaking up light
Flowering in splendor with unique charm
Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Blooming in summer as days turn warm

Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Summer sun sizzles, beauty remains
Lush branches touch birds flying by
Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Sunshine streams through clouds on high
Children seek shade in wind song refrain
Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Summer sun sizzles, beauty remains

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 15, 2012


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Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby

          Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby.. 
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby 

 Twilighting glow of the sky..
 Wanna fly so high..

 Sparkling amidst the million stars..
 chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par.. 

 As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
 Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
 
 God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
 Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim.. 

 At an astounding pace time flew..
 But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..

 Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
 Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..

 Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
 But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..

 As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
 You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..

 Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
 Full of high spirit and delighted..

 Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..

 Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
 Madhavi. Suyog.Pagare




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Walking by the lake

Walking by the lake

The sun is shining tenderly
The sky is deepest blue
Green leaves dance upon the breeze
As birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace be all around
As all along this dusty trail
 Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
Young ferns they look so green and soft
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
That I have grown to love
As parrots screech in blissful joy
In those trees so high above.

The lake, it glimmers neath the sun
As ducks give out soft quacks
My footsteps grate on sand and gravel
As I stroll along the track
Swamp trees, all gnarled and looking scruffy
Form a tunnel there for me
As I walk beside lake Joondalup
And the dawn caresses me.


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The Break Of A New Day

It's another North Carolina morning,
Just before I see the sun rise.
To lighter blue the sky is turning,
And nature wakes opening her eyes.



©2013 Honestly JT


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Emerald green parrot

Emerald green Parrot

There’s a long tailed ring neck Parrot
We call him the Twenty eight
He comes in my back garden
With his sweet voice he creates
A lovely echo whistle
That almost sounds like bells
He comes to feed from my feed trays
Oh, how I love him well

The male bird has a bright red cere
And blue tips on his tail
He’s a lovely kind of emerald green
And never does he fail
To fill my heart with so much joy
Each day he comes to see me
To sing to me in joyful voice
His lovely melody

How can I not love nature?
When we get such lovely birds
How could I not but sit and watch
And let my heart be stirred
As I watch him fly on down
With sunshine on his sheen
I love to see him each new morn
All dressed in shining green.

21 May 2014 @ 1154hrs.


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7th Sense

I could see auras
Blotched on the walls before me
Around human heads

I could see colors
Floating around head gaily 
Like precious halos

I could smell - 1st sense
I could taste - 2nd sense
I could see - 3rd sense 
I could feel - 4th sense
I could touch - 5th sense
I could sense (intuition) - 6th sense 
Guess my seventh sense?

If you don't, that proves that your dense! 

Get the hint?
If you do, here's a cookie!
You get it? 
If you don't, shame on you...
Shame to you, 
dude or lady! 
Really now? Really? 

I could sense
When someone is ill...
Or when someone is sad...
When things go wrong...be still !
I could sense that you're mad...

I'm seventh sense
Can you guess my 7th sense?
*hint* hint* Read the first 6 lines! 
It's not that complicated! 


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Sea and Sky

The sea and sky meet
At the horizon, shake hands, then
Go their separate ways


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A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




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Fuzzy tree

Fuzzy Tree

The tree looks warm and fuzzy
“Grevilia I believe
It seems she’s reaching out to heaven
With her narrow pointed leaves.
She seems to say “The Spring is coming”
With a kind of energy
That comes within a haze of mystery.

The sky, so blue {the canvass there}
Pristine and cool and calm
She draws the lush green Mulberry
As it waves it’s thick green arms
To the technicolour Parrots there
Who be a smile indeed, from God
As the fountain sings a song of brotherhood.

And yet that little fuzzy tree
A Grevilia I believe
She pulls my gaze right back to her
And that’s a mystery
For yesterday she was there too
That tree, that one, the same
But the way she looks has somehow seemed to change.


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Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


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Universal Tramp

She’s a whore of life, this woman of man,
she sits at a throne, and summons commands.
Her beauty is insatiable, all lust her creation,
they covet and desire her timely flirtation.

She’s a tramp of joy, she’ll steal your pride,
few escape her brutality, many have tried.
A vixen so beautiful, rare and unique –
she preys upon you; the weak and the meek.

She storms with violence; grasp her dedication, 
she hails the glory of this blustery castration.
She soaks her conscious, with your admiration,
pouring down chaos, on the winds of frustration.

This Trollope of beauty, has flooded the minds,
of these foolish men always searching to find,
a tsunami of ecstasy too grand I ensure,
for the whore of the universe; Mother Nature.


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A Night Like This

The wind kept whispering low
The moon kept brushing the leaves
The rose blushed in its radiant glow
Blowing sweet perfume upon the breeze.

My eyes were greeted with living dew
As it rose upon the gladsome skies
That waxed and waned its heavy blue
Dancing in the stream's bright eyes. 

In that very hour she'd come to me
With her coy charms and tender grace
She was waiting there by the glistening sea
With a gentle smile on her loving face.

She sang me a lullaby in her arms
That warmed up my heart with bliss
Love,gladness and death alarms
Within this hour,with just one kiss.


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Unscheduled Performance

Honking geese and loud barking dogs 
An impolite disturbance just before dawn
There should be no morning traffic, or so I thought
Until a flock of Ansers declared, this is our spot
Escaped from their wetland, to my courtyard lush green
Tropical vapors set the scene, the overcast sky composed
The script, collaborting with the Northwestern spring

Golden retrievers barked again, the geese blared loud 
Spreading tuxedo-ed wings an array of feathers cream and brown
Positioned in stances exposing thier pure white down
Honking vocals chorused by a few, who brazenly announced
We’re just passing through, their unscheduled performance
On a cool misty morning, turned the mundane into quite interesting


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Forest Nymph

     FOREST NYMPH
Deep in the forest, where the world is mine,
and lost to everyone I've ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,

she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found my joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.

I'd never be the same, from just the look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, my opened book,
I'd sur'ly bared to her in summer play.

The fear of God is all I can compare
to how she looked, and how she found me there.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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The tree at dawn

The tree at dawn

I look at the tree
As the night begins to die
I look at him with passion
I look with zest do I
As he stands within his magic
This heavy mantled tree
And makes me feel like crying
Weeping tenderly.

The Pink and grey’s Galahs arrive
All squawking, loud and gay
Swerving, diving joyfully
The new days underway
It gets my heart to humming
In a gentle kind of style
Till soon the mind is silent
As heart, it wears a smile

I see the magic mystery
Of a little green leafed cave
It brings soft comfort to my heart
And makes my being crave
To delve into sweet mystery
And as the dusk comes in
The mind feels quiet and wonderful
Far away from worldly din.


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By the river, midst the trees

By the river, midst the trees

I sit here making movie shows
Of a gap between two trees
As the sun fills them with painted glow
To give them mystery
Sparkling like a million stars
The river flows so peaceful
And trees be painted every shade
As they grow so very tall.

Soft music, in the background, plays
Relaxed it be my fashion
As I watch trees give off a show
To stir my heart with passion
The sparkling river gives my eyes
A show to end all shows
Reflecting all the suns bright rays
To make my being glow.

Such harmony, and peace abounds
In this haven on the shores
Of the coloured Frankland river
That place that I adore
All who come to visit, here
Will take home memories
Of the beauty here in Nornalup
By the river, midst the trees


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A Beautiful Fall Morning

Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew 
Blanketing a lush, green Bermuda lawn 
Awaiting the season’s final mow and a Winter sleep.
Early morning sunsmile creates a mist, a little fog,
That artists have great difficulty recreating. 
And the sprinklers are making music too….
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
As I filled those bird feeders, 
Only the patient cooing of white wing dove
Waiting in the surrounding trees
Could barely be heard above the sprinkler.
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
Feeders filled, I walked away.
The air erupted with bird song.
Our giant privets were alive with hungry sparrows,
Each announcing breakfast.  
All the locals seemed to understand.
The robins and larks, the finches and cardinals chimed in;
But only the jays’ sharp calls could be heard above the din.
What a ruckus…but so beautiful a song,
It is a ‘wall of sound’ to be envied by rockers.
Orchestrated by Mother Nature….Mrs. God.
The sprinkler's barely heard....
ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch 

Squirrels wait out of sight.
One may bark now and then, but
They’ve learned that patience pays.
It’s not just time to feed those damn birds;
It’s time to feed the greedy squirrels too;
And chow time is well worth the wait:
Sunflower seeds. Peanuts. Suet.  Dried fruit.
You can almost hear them as they gobble,
“Mmmmmm.  Man, this is the good stuff, Bro’. 
I mean the good stuff.  What a life.  
I’ll never leave…not even for a girl squirrel.”  
It’s as if they think they’ll never eat again;
Every morning.
As if we hadn’t been feeding them 
Every day of their lives…and their parents.
If we could tell them apart.
They would have names.

Well....everybody's happy.
All this and good coffee too.
What a beautiful Fall morning. 



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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


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A Script To Read Again

This is a script to read again Its wordings are clear- no blunder Each page on its own is a sane It has distinct words to ponder I’m yet to find its replacement This is a script to read again It’s obvious in its endowment A script fit beyond thousand reigns With what I've seen, I've much to gain Those about lives before our own This is a script to read again Can any author beat this Lone? In everything it’s just the star I think its lost can’t be regain It’s the same here and in Dakar This is a script to read again.
28/5/2013


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Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy [I call him Fred]
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.


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My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

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



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

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



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

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

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





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Sea at Night

Dark moonlit water:
Nature's natural mirror,
Catching stars at night.

The Siren's window
To the wonders of the skies,
Shining silver light.


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Watching the Dolphins

Watching the Dolphins

It was down there in Augusta
 A town south west of Perth
We went there for a holiday
This place has so much worth
The ocean is so wonderful
The river so serene
It be one of the nicest towns
That I have ever seen.

While there we went by tourist boat
To seek the Dolphins out
A lady played some sweet music
So if they were about
These dolphins they would come to listen
For sweet tunefulness they love
Well, this day they danced all about
As the sun shone high above.

We watched them swim beside our boat
It was a wondrous scene
It seemed these creatures they were dancing
Their world seemed so serene
I could not help but love these beasts
As we watched them swim that day
They seemed to love us human beings
They had such friendly ways.

6 June 2014 @ 0733hrs.


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THE SNOW WOLVES

Against the pale October Moon, a lone howling cuts
Through the chill of the winter’s night, gleaming yellow
Green eyes flash in the forests wilderness wild.
Sleek mystic swift of feet, white powder chameleons,
Living by the creed of basic instinctual desire to survive,
In this harsh environment of the Rocky Mountains.
By the flight of the morning blue jay, spooked from his
Perches vantage point on high, the pack hunts in the
Deep valleys thickening glen.
Snow wolves on the prowl, seeking freedoms liberation
By tooth and claw, but these are beasts of the free spirit,
Out laws nomads, wondering where the restless heart so
Leads them.
Beguiling creatures of beauty, representing the raw
Force of power of the untamed soul, roughed individuals,
Stalkers of the ice and snow.
Spiritual brethren to the tribal Indians are these
Sacred guardians of the great spirits creation, darned
With mutual respect and admiration honor, let them
Roam freedom’s path forever.
Symbolic warriors under the skin and fur, does the animal
Run beside the human hidden within the shadow realm of realism.
Echoing in the distance, with a chilling presence that
Crawls up the neck bone of mankind, announcing,
Erriely, of the hunger driving them in silence.
Nature’s selectors, weaving the weak from the strong,
Legacies ancestral brave, soldiers of canines pack,
Living on the edge of extinction mighty wrath.
But looking into the eyes of the beast, one can only
See the beauty of a wild creature, whom wishes to remain
As he was born to be, simply put FREE!!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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murmuration

Murmuration the bird watchers shout
Time to look up and scan about
What you will see will amaze your eyes
Looks like a moving cloud of unbelievable size

It’s Starlings flying as one as in a hunt
Open your eyes but mouth firmly shut
They aren’t too careful where they let things go
But the rhythmical flock will put on a great show

The opening of the Starling Royal Ballet
Is about to show its face upon sky’s stage
Binoculars ready for the spectacle of a lifetime
You can oooh and ahhh at this special showtime  

They fly towards you all grouped together
Dividing just in time in unison as one feather
They swirl and sway like dancers on ice
They pirouette like lovers entwined, to entice

Why does this bird who is so graceful a delight
Attack other birds, continually wanting to fight
Their plumage is shiny but its mind is so mean
Fight to grow up, as a fighting machine.

As you watch them you can forgive them most things
Wonder why they fly like this, but they can’t sing
Their voices aren’t good, so they can’t steal the show
They need a poor blue tit, to sing  for them now

I can watch this happening time after time
They never disappoint me, never just in a line
The mass of birds will stay fixed in my head
Amazed isn’t the right word use flabbergasted instead



Seren Roberts   dated 7 February 2013


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Princess Fairy Tinsel

Princess Tinsel.

It was a day in springtime in the valley
All the Elves and fairies gathered round
Today it was the coronation morning
Fairy Princess Tinsel would be crowned.

As blackbirds and some thrushes in the treetops
They warbled out a happy sounding song
The crickets and the frogs joined in, in chorus
You could tell that there was something going on.

Fairy Princess Tinsel, she was lovely
And on this very day she would be queen
And all the woodland people were ecstatic
For such a caring princess she had been.

So then the valley's filled with happy laughter
As fairy dust did sparkle everywhere
For Princess Tinsel soon she would be ruler
And oh, that lady was so very fair.

And as I end this story our Queen Tinsel
Has married her the prince who now be king
And peace and happiness does rule the valley
Which now they call "the land of everything".

21 August 2013 @ 1635hrs.


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Luna Glory Says Goodnight! Moon

As the warm sun begins to set
Fading on the far horizon
Ole Man Moon begins his assent
Luna Glory's beauty turns on

Greeting harvest moon with Goodnight
She shines in delight with her white
In love to glow forever bright
Their relationship great delight

Lunar are you jealous my dear
Of your cousin Morning Glory
She is colorful in blue clear
You are beauty white flowery

That relationship between you
And Mr. Moon when you greet sweet
He brings out the best that is true
At night when you soulfully meet

Snuggle down between soft starlight
That blankets the sky and the ground
Softly two kiss cheek to cheek right
The reward is seedlingly on the mound


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Wildflowers

The fragrances of wildflowers are now a pleasant memory. I close my eyes and picture them still swaying in a gentle breeze; but when I open them they’re gone and where they once had smiled at me there’s barely evidence to see their beauty once had flourished there in kaleidoscopic colors. Their absence only bears to mind that beauty last the briefest time and one day when they reappear my aging self will not be there to sniff their bouquets from the air.


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The Beauty of Nature

The Beauty of Nature

Greener fields I saw from today
Birds flying in the sky with happiness
Trees are dancing with the soft winds
Words are not enough to express my gratitude
Because of the beauty I saw in front of me

Cricket’s sounds I heard within
Frogs jumping from a distance
Grass scattered everywhere
It’s truly  the beauty of nature
That God created for us to care

Mountains looks so calm in sight
Moon and stars so bright at night
Clouds so white we see during the day
I appreciate God's gift and I'm so happy


my 5th poem on PS :)
For PD's "Any Poem #5" Contest


my 5th poem on PS :)
For SKAT - OZ "5th poem, you have post on the soup" Contest


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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


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Starlit night

Starlit Night.

Way up there in the great North West
In a place called Exmouth town
I’m lying on a sandy beach
With sea so vast and grand,
And I’m waiting for the turtles
To beach and lay their eggs,
As the evening’s soft and balmy
And the sand’s a snug warm bed.

No turtles came ashore that night,
Cause folk were everywhere.
With too much foolish people noise,
Oh, so much din was there.
No turtle would be that insane,
It was like a circus show.
So me well I just settled down,
And went me with the flow.

I lay there looking at the skies,
And as the day went dim,
I saw the stars a gleam like jewels,
As me, I dived within.
And Venus glowing like a lamp
Reflected from the ocean.
Aphrodite did shine through her,
I could feel me loves devotion.

And Orion was above my head,
Three stars there in a row.
And above them was that greyish haze,
It was like a milky glow.
And that milky- way poured into me,
As I felt such mystery.
And in that mystic space so vast
I glimpsed me ecstasy.

Two hours passed, my mind was stoned ,
By the beauty of the night.
As the star of love shone so intense,
With no moon there in sight,
And I thanked the all so tenderly,
For the bliss I gained within.
I never saw no turtles there,
But I cleansed my mind of din.

2003


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Silent times

Silent times

Sometimes, I really do not care
About anything at all
My mind goes kind of quiet then
My mode is kind of cool
And all I really want to do
Is sit here looking in
Forgetting all the world outside
Forgetting all the din

There’s a time to send ones energy
And circle it around
But then there comes a sacred time
When the harmony is found
Waiting there within the dark
To hold one cozily
A time to be in her soft clutch
And bask there happily.

Then when the muse has been recharged
It’s time to wander back
And let the words come pouring out
Cause just along the track
The wind, the flowers and dancing trees
Have replaced the mystery
So now the words they may flow free
With much more energy.


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Spring is coming

Spring is coming

Spring is coming
I can feel it in my blood
The days, it seems are warming up
And feelings like a flood
Come gushing through me like a river
Oh Lord, it’s almost spring
Oh what love is in my heart
What joy to me this brings

Hallelujah, it is coming
The birds are getting frisky
The canaries sing a lovely song
And the dog he runs so briskly
All around the garden
Seems he knows that spring is here
The fish are chasing all around
And the sky is blue and clear

No one understands it
This thing spring does to me
No one could ever feel it
So wonderful it be
But when I know the spring is here
It makes me feel so sweet
Twenty eight days away from now
Then the spring time we will greet.

2 August 2013 @ 1447hrs.


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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.


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In the country

In the country

When I’m in the country
I feel so very grand
There’s something kind of magic
That takes me by the hand
I feel just like a mystic
When I’m gazing at the sea
Or sitting on a river bank
All loose and fancy free.

When I hear the bird song
In the early morning hours
Among the Karri forests
It gives me so much power
When I’m in the wetlands
It’s a feeling just as fine
It feels like I’m an emperor
The whole wide world is mine

When the sun is smiling
In the very early morn
And I’m walking through a forest
I feel like I’m reborn
I’m all of this, I’m everything
Every river, bird, and tree
All of everything I am
I am eternity.

14 March 2014 @ 1720hrs.



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Melody and rain

Melody and rain

It’s morning time
And oh, what joy it is
The magpies sing a lullaby
And fill me full of bliss
Black cockatoos fly over head
And with their weeeing cries
They join in with the melody
As the morning passes by.

The sky is filled with dark grey clouds
The rain is coming soon
The morn is filled with so much drama
As I listen to the tune
Of wagtails who have joined the song
This morn is filled with joy
This happiness within my heart
There’s naught could it destroy.

And now the rain comes falling down
It’s rhythm giving me
A sense of something beautiful
 Brim filled with mystery
It’s beautiful, it’s wonderful
This wondrous morning scene
It makes my heart so feather light
So peaceful, so serene. 

22 May 2014 @ 0702hrs.


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My Kingdom

My Kingdom

When I’m in my garden
I’m a King, I have a throne
I sit here very solitary
I am happy on my own

All my subjects gather round
The birds, the flowers, the trees
And all those noisy Sand gropers
The frogs, and all the bees.

Canaries have a special place
They play music for my court
Often wild birds join along
As I sit wrapped in thought.

My courtyards are not tidy
All the bushes cling together
But hey, they give me so much shade
In our hot sticky weather.

So I sit and write my memoirs down
Like a good King really should
As I sit here in my kingdom
And I really feel so good.

28 August 2013 @ 1419hrs.


Details | Quatrain | |

AUTUMN



Nature’s victorious armies of spring and summer
Marching are now, in a stunning glorious retreat, 
Proudly displaying the harvest’s banners of plenty
As their destiny’s undertaking is for now complete! 



© Demetrios Trifiatis
   16 SEPTEMBER 2014


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The beauty of the way

The beauty of the way



I love these early morning hours

As the magpies sing their song

This be that certain time of day

That I feel I do belong

To everything that fills this earth

It’s a very holy time

My mind all filled with harmony

I write this little rhyme.



I write of joy, I write of love

Tis in these morning hours

When all, it feels so wonderful

And the air is filled with power

Such energy I feel within

As I sit me down and write

An ode to all that’s wonderful

My mind filled with delight.



I cannot write the way I feel

No words can really say

For words be only symbols

And the beauty of the way

Outshines all that can be wrote

You have to be in me

If you want to feel the blessed beauty

In the morn that does fill me.



27 October 22013 @ 0612hrs.






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Morning glory

For the hills they undulate and roll,
Set beneath a crimson sky.
Image liken, to castle ramparts past,
Now slowly worn away with time.
For only seconds before the dawn,
And the mighty sun to rise.
Once more its rays to warm the earth,
And ascend into the sky.
For little bird how sweet you sing,
As you usher now the new morn in.
From branch to branch flit to and fro,
Along the leafy wild hedgerow.
For amongst the green, a dusting fare,
Of pastel shades of color there.
For gentle are the flowers that spring,
Who’s petals blossom like fairy wings.
©  N  Windle.


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This beautiful life


This beautiful life

Life is beautiful
So wonderful indeed
I guess I have it all
I have everything I need
To make each moment sparkle
I need nothing more
Oh, it’s remarkable
It thrills me to the core

I wake up each day
It’s then I meditate
This always be my way
How it makes me feel so great
Then I walk the silent streets
Bear dog by my side
Life feels so very sweet
Each moment deified.

Then there comes the dawn
The birds they sound so sweet
As sun wakes up the morn
I have feathers in my feet
As I gaze at orangs skies
I feel joy within
The Kookaburra cries
The day, it does begin.

20 September 2014 @ 0745hrs




Pedro’s Octave 48

Style created by Peter Duggan on date. 15 September 2014.


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The tigress' mark

She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.

The ominous reflection of moon 
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.

Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.

Her claws prophesy of vengeance 
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency 
for a soul's annihilation. 

Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.


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The Rainbow and The Moon


" The Rainbow and The Moon ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 7)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)



The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Need The Sun To Shine

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Are Very Beautiful Signs

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Must Be Seen At Particular Times

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both - Spectacular, Above The Pines

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both, Have Inspired Many Poets' Rhymes

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both, Symbol-Gateways To GOD's Shrine

Tho' One Is Circular and One - Curved Lines
Both Are Geometric-Round or Crescent-Inclined

Tho' One, Day-Dances With Eagles & One, Night Loons
Tho' One Captures Mist and One Pulls Tides To Its Tune

Both Have Lifted Seas - In A Sparkle-Drop Spoon
(and Both Can Lift Man From Darkest Hour Moods)

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Carry GOD's Loving Promise To Mankind

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Are Waiting To Finally Greet The Blind

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Are From A Sacred Source Divine

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Reflect The Pure Glory of GOD's Great Mind

O' How I Love Seeing Rainbows and The Moon


         Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/4/2014
                  by:  MoonBee  Canady








Details | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

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


Details | Triolet | |

At the end of the day

Triolet

The end of day

The trees are dancing with the breeze
The birds sing out their serenade
I’m sitting here my mind at ease
The trees are dancing with the breeze
The deep blue flowers my eyes please
All this sweet beauty heaven made
The trees are dancing with the breeze
The birds sing out their serenade

The bird songs echo touches me
It makes my being, start to glow
Oh Lord, there’s so much mystery
The bird songs echo touches me
Now is a lovely space to be
I love to feel sweet natures flow
The bird songs echo touches me
It makes my being start to glow

3 December 2014


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Haiku 3

This poem has been deleted due to possible publication.


Details | Ballade | |

Walking in the bush lands

Walking In the bush lands.

I’m walking in the bush lands
At the back of where I live
I’ve got my old dog by my side
These walks, such joy they give.
I was going to walk down to the lake
That’s about an hour away
But then I saw the sky was cloudy
And looking very grey.

So I says to my dog Sherry
“Old pal, we’re turning back”
So we turned our backs and walked back home
Through that sandy old bush track.
It was then I heard the bushes move
And I saw two Kangaroos
They looked at me, and my dog sherry
 And they seemed quite confused.

They crashed into the bush lands
But their curiosity
It made them stop just down the track
And stare at the dog, and me.
Old Sherry went to chase them off
But I told her sternly “No”
And so the roos they turned about
And off the pair did go

But Lord it gave me heaps of joy
To know that these grand beasts
Are still around the place I live
For a little while at least
But soon lord progress will catch up
And all these beasts will die
This is what we humans do
It makes me want to cry


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Green Lantern

The consumer products are trilling
But not like this sacred Green lantern
A glamorizing image to behold
On its arrival to the world.

Perhaps there is one secret about it
It keeps on being amazing as it gaze
A little witty whimper
But worthier than gold.

Though it's sighted in my vision
But I swear by the day,
night, thought, and memory
This lantern is real.

Green lantern
A natural kind light for the faithful
humble and kind-
hearted souls.

So colorful as chameleon
So giant as elephant...
So dominating like the earth.

Green lantern-
A symbolism of descendants
from a rear world.


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The God of love

The God of Love.

I watch the world, my heart cries out
"Oh Lord what be they doing?
They crush the rose with jackboot feet
As karma be accruing
As people fall like autumn leaves
As the old earth sucks them in
As they're blown to bits or slowly starved
Through all of wars grim din.

And no one sees the flowers grow
Or hears the sweet bird song
Or gazes at the clear blue sky
Or feels that they belong
as the whisper deep within them speaks
And tells of peace on Earth
No one seeks that golden flower
Or knows just what life's worth.

And does the God of love look down
Through all of powers noise?
As he watches all those people die
Is there any other choice?
And does he know this carnage
Be done in his good name?
Does it make him very, very sad
To watch our human games?

 2002


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Beauty In Imperfection

The rugged bark of an old tree
with imperfection due to its cracks
is a wondrous thing of beauty
and it's the imperfection that attracts

We know that a star-shaped flower 
does not make a perfect star
Yet it has a certain loveliness
that induces a sense of wonder

A hand-crafted ceramic bowl
because of its asymmetry
is a wonderful artefact
that is valued very highly

An old-time cobblestone street
has a unique charm and quaintness
due to its imprecise pattern
that gives it its loveliness

Perfection is not easy to attain
and even more difficult to sustain
Beauty lies in Imperfection
and they are a natural combination



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Learn from nature

Learn from nature

If you want to know the answers
Look at nature, not at books
Words can never tell it truly
Turn around and take a look 
Nature always goes in circles
Watch the moon, and stars at night
Watch the coming of the seasons
Watch the sun that shines so bright.

I say, your life is just a story
Do not let it make you terse
As your mind goes to that moment
When your shell enters that hearse
Know you well that it’s not over
Soon another story comes
Live, and love, and dance forever
Do not sit around so glum

Get to know what lies around you
See the seasons come and go
Nature gives you all the answers
It’s written there for all to know
Watch those circles, all those circles
Know without the books you read
That it all goes on forever
Awareness, this be all you need.

20 February 1014 @ 1354hrs.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Horse and The Storm Cloud


" The Horse and The Storm Cloud ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series) # 4
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)



The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Have Thundered Over The Plains

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Race and Are Hard To Restrain

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Rise Then Bolt Like Arrows Aimed

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Desire To Reach Fruits and Grains

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Upon Hilltops Have Reigned

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Have Glistened With Heavy Rain

Tho' One Is Ridden and One Never Reined
Both Have Wild Beauty Forever Untamed

Tho' One Claps 
and One Paws The Ground
One Neighs In The Wind
& One Wears Lightning's Crown

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Characterize Nature's Fame

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
GOD Made Both Unique, But Flash The Same

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both, GOD Will Make Sure - Earth Retains


       Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/7/2014
                by:  MoonBee  Canady

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Growing up in West Texas (oh yeah, I love horses) ... 
there was a riding ranch that opened up near my family's 
home. So, I've ridden horses ever since I was in my early
teens.

I came to appreciate that the horse is a sensitive, noble
and beautiful creature.  Hence, I felt I had to state my
affinity and admiration for this unique beast, (not just 
with one poem but two) 

The horse has been in such close association with man 
and mankind's history ... So that is why I wrote the posts
enumerating the qualities of the magnificent creature
that is the horse ...

Now, I'm not the greatest equestrian (by any
means, but I've got a good seat for riding (lol)

And if you do, find yourself on a sunny day, with time
on your hands, take a leisurely ride on a horse and you'll 
be hooked for life (I know I am) (All you Horse-Riders
out there, know what I'm talking about, I know)

Hope readers enjoy ...

MoonBee




Details | I do not know? | |

Natural wonders

Natural wonders,
tremendous natural
structures. 

The white
cliffs of Dover to the
Grand Canyon in
Arizona. 

From the
slopes of the Alps to
the Himalayas peaks.
What magnificent feats.

We marvel over these
landscapes, astonishing
creations. 

Will wonders
never cease, we have
yet to look beneath
the seas.

Take in the truly
amazing feat, the
exquisite abundance of
the Great Barrier Reef.


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I have loved it all

I have loved it all

I have loved it all
Adored the whole of it
All those foolish dramas
The dirt and all the grit
The joy, and all it’s sorrows
I’ve really loved it all
All in all my life is beautiful.

I’ve heard folk moan about old age
But not me, never, no
Cause every day forever more
I’ll always feel that glow
That comes from living happily
Within this now, and here
I’m holding each new day so very dear.

I have loved it all
I have, that’s how I be
Oh, I’m so glad to be here
With my philosophy
My fate knows what she’s doing
And she’ll do right by me.

You’ll never hear me moaning
About my years so far
Cause all is an adventure
With me, the leading star
And when I leave this shell behind
I’m quite prepared to go
Though where I’m bound for then, I do not know.


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Her special place

Dedicated to my cousin Susan who suffers from Parkinson's disease. yet handles it so bravely.

Her special place

Deep in the heart of England
There is a little pond
And near that pond there is a seat
With a view of the beyond
Between two trees amidst the grass
That grows so lush and green
And on that seat, a lady’s sits
All looking so serene.

She’s in love with all of nature
And loves to sit outside
It’s where she goes into her soul
Where all is deified
She looks into her essence there
As she asks so peacefully
‘what does it feel like to be me’?
Then sees what she can see.

She’s sat here now for six long months
It makes her feel serene
Just to think about that place
Where everything looks green
She visits there just once a day
To close her soft sad eyes
And look at who she really is
Which keeps the lady wise.

4 July 2013 @ 0412hrs.


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SERENITY



Soothing sound of the murmuring breeze
Entwined with the sound of rustling leaves
Refreshing my tired worn-out spirit
Energizing it with the soothing bliss of
Nature's comforting balm of peacefulness
Inducing a state of deep tranquillity
Transporting me to a world of beauty as I
Yield to its deep and peaceful serenity






orion
Nature






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The symphony of dawn

The symphony of dawn

Have you ever had a day?
When filled with energy
Your mind just wants to spread delight
And your heart is filled with glee
When your happiness just touches folk
Cause, they can see you glow
Have you ever felt a time?
When only love can flow.

Have you ever had a day?
When the whole world seems to glow
Have you ever watched the dawn?
Or watched the morning show
Have you sat there near a fountain?
And heard the magic sound
As it bubbles out its crystal song
And fills the air around.

Have you watched the morning breeze?
On a soft, sweet summers day
As all the many branches dance
In a lovely kind of way
The sun lends them so many colors
At the hazy birth of morn
Have you felt that morning feeling?
It’s the symphony of dawn.

16 September 2013 @ 1209hrs.

 


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Two days into autumn

Two days into autumn

The summer, it has left us now
Down here in W.A.
Although it’s still as hot as hell
It be the second day
Of autumn, that’s the way it goes
Twill be a week or two
Before the temperature does drop
We’ll have to see this through.

So in another couple of weeks
Our days will be more, cool
And most who live in our climate
They’ll think it’s wonderful
As they wait for rain to wet the ground
It’s been some eighty days
Since we felt the rain splatter
From skies, so cloudy grey.

All our lakes are almost dry
The grass is burnt and brown
So when that rain comes from the sky
It will hardly make me frown
I’ll sing, and dance, and get all wet
Just like a little child
I love it when the rain comes down
It drives my senses wild.

2 March 2014 @ 1217hrs.


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The ice god commeth

The ice goddess Shiva 
Creeps slowly across the town
Stalks  through the semi-sphere
in her moon grit-gown

She spreads a thin duvet of frost
On a surface now lost 
She makes not a sound 
Stealth’s silently across the half lit ground

Evolving and creeping 
like thick blood weeping
looking to the left 
looking to the right 
Weaving back and forth
Jerking slow in thick lotion
like a  tidal surge in
slow motion 
As if the land was covered
in a wizard’s potion

Waving her hands
Across the lands
Scattering cold glass mixed with 
florescent white sands


Trees heavy with frozen dew
Bend forward like parishioners 
on old church pews


Telegraph poles like staligmites
Stand fast like rods of molten ice
Pylons crackle yellow and blue
Spitting their discharges at me and you

The moon’s aurora 
Beckons to Shiva
To help light up this icy fever

The night  light reflects
the ice laden maiden
As she weaves forth
her vast intoxication


Drunk with madness
The rivers ices over
Stars in the sky seem to shine 
super nova

Later Helios rises
Moves gently over the curve
His beams start to break 
The cold-war starts to turn

Shiva is sucked back
Into the atmospheric plume
Rising slowly upwards  
Like a helium filled balloon

The day is restored 
But for this non-accord
The gods Shiva and Helios 
Always create this discord

This constant battle
Between ice and sun
Means that there will always be
This oxymoron


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Ode to Maggie

Today I whispered my fears to you --
Wrapped my arms around your hard body
Scales tickling the underside of my arms
You've been keeping my secrets 
     since I was ten
You were barely as big as I 
     now behemoth 
You can almost touch the sky
Reach right up and greet the sun for me
I bury treasures at your feet --
Dig down deep into the earth 
Careful not to tap a single root
You've been the protector of my bounty
     for your entire life
What knowledge you bear, all for a little girl

In gratitude, as proof of Your love 
     You present to me
          One perfect white blossom


Details | ABC | |

Jungle

Pitter, patter
Drip, drop
Wet green leaves.
Plants rustle
Creak, shriek
Of the rainforest's sleeves.
Thunder crackle
Boom, clap
Pour of dark rain
Tweet, tweet
Birds' feet
Soaked sugarcane
Quiet night
Dark sight
Tomorrow is another day.


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Blossom

Cherry blossoms pink-
Pastel petals soon will bring
Sweeter fruit than ink


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Not the material guy

Not the material guy

I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.

My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever

Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow

Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’

18 September 2013 @1800hrs.






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Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


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Magic of the wetlands

Sorry, I put this one on my wife's page by mistake.

Magic of the wetlands

Three magpies etched against the sky
Give out their warbling cries
As little clouds all soft and fluffy
Do float upon the sky
A tall tree filled with bright green Parrots
Does dance upon the breeze
As the lake so peaceful by my side
Reflects those dark green trees.

A little frog crosses my path
He's startled by me, there
As wetland trees, all gnarled and bent
Make tunnels everywhere
They line the trail, where lupins grow
And young ferns soft and green
Help to give out morning magic
All peaceful and serene.

I see the seasons come and go
Each day I walk this trail
The lake fills up, and then runs dry
As nature tells its tale 
That's the beauty of lake Joondalup
How it fills my heart with bliss
Each day I walk these wetland trails
I gain such joy from this.

8 November 2013 1935hrs.






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A Wilted Beauty

I held a beautiful flower in my hand...
I watched it lean where the sun ran...
My fingers and warmth slowed its growth...
So I let it go for its beauty to float...
It flourished in a world of sun and peace...
But soon the days ran and the sun was a tease...
Wilted and sad it now fades too fast...
And with a fall chill this beauty did soon pass...



"Autumns Dream contest"
10/23/11


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NATURE'S GRAND STAGE

Sea of sand, on this sun bleached land, painted desert's fight for life
Mountain peaks, ten thousand creeks, the balance of bliss and strife

Red dust swirls, yet splendor unfurls, covered by magnificent cloud canopy
Cactus is king, in the struggle for living things, narrow, twisted trunk, tree

Oasis and wasteland, more beast here than man, music is in the wind
The miracle of a desert in bloom, infinite expanse of room, lovely friend

Beauty to amaze, eerily echoing passageways, the eagle is flying high
Rain is seldom seen, a phantom often mean, the edge of earth and sky

Fire and ice temperature shifts, sheer edge of mountain cliffs, to survive
Secrets written in the rocks, rebel breeze that often talks, a canyon alive

A wretched place of solitude, creatures with attitude, hard rocky ground
Dusty trials lead nowhere, purple shadows everywhere, treasure's found

Lightning's rage, takes a center stage, see the tyranny of a relentless pour
Canyon bath in nature's suds, single rose in the mud, life springs once more!

*A kaleidoscope of views and impressions from the Grand Canyon


For Linda's "Nature" Contest 
Date: 5:21-14


Details | Pantoum | |

The dawn, it paints the sky

Pantoum

The dawn it paints the sky

The birds sing in the morning hour
The dawn, it paints the sky so red
Mornings seems to have such power
I’d hate to watch it from my bed

The Dawn it paints the sky so red
Lord, how I love these wondrous dawns
I’d hate to watch it from my bed
I need to see the new day born

Lord, how I love these wondrous dawns
I love their sense of mystery
I need to see the new day born
The bird song gets right into me.

I love their sense of mystery
These mornings as the day comes in
The bird song gets right into me
I love the parrots with their din

These mornings as the day comes in
My heart it sings with so much joy
I love the parrots with their din
This feeling nothing could destroy

My heart it sings with so much joy
Because each morning I’m alive
This feeling nothing could destroy
On mornings beauty I do thrive.

19 November 2014


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Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.


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Autumn

Cool crisp colorful
The next cycle to begin
A refreshing sight.


Details | Ballade | |

Oh these early morning hours

Inspired by a comment I just read from Monterey


Oh, these early morning hours

In these early morning hours
I feel just like a king
There is something magical
About every single thing
I feel so totally alive
I’m filled with mystery
In these early morning hours
I feel so very free.

When I take my big dog out
To walk the silent streets
And the moon is big and bright
Oh my, it feels so sweet
I am the world, the world is me
In these early morning hours
I am filled with ecstasy
As I feel this heady power.

When those birds begin to sing
Because they know it’s dawn
And the sun, it peeps on down
To herald in the morn
Oh, what a sense of total wonder
Takes over all of me
In these early morning hours
That’s when I’m really me.

11 May 2014 @ O525hrs.


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Autumn Colours

My eyes are graced with you each year
When fall unfolds her colours rare.
Shades of red, orange burning clear
My eyes are graced with you each year.

Laced with gold you seem now so clear
All dancing in the autumn air.
My eyes are graced with you each year
When fall unfolds her colours rare.

Brenda Meier-Hans
09.02.2014
4th


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The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


Details | Ballade | |

Oh, what a day

Oh, what a day

Oh, what a day!
It’s twenty four degrees
I sit here in the garden
Just watching happy trees
Dancing softly on the breeze
To woo my hungry eyes
And oh, if you could see them
Fluffy clouds that ride the Skies


Four fountains play a love song
A blessed symphony
While lovely red canary
Pays homage to the trees
With a soft, sweet,  honey warble
 Which blends into the song
And everything is simple
There’s naught that can be wrong.


The essence, seeps on, into  me
Soft music flows on out
And plays with so much mystery
As silence all about
Comes out to meet this orchestra
And I sink so deep within
As the dusk submerges day
And the evening does begin.




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Wild Portland Marion berries

The wild berries of the Northwest 
it seems every path you walk on , they are there for you to sample ,

Almost as The city of Portland  itself is welcoming you with astonishing beauty, the view of a snow tipped Volcano , as if greeting you  with a basket full of fresh wild Marion berries 

The beauty, just picked plump , the color of dark purple 
a fragrance to savor , what will I do ?
will I make a pie or preserves ?
Oh the pancakes and waffles , the Tillamook ice cream is a must ~ 

After rinsing the fresh picked Berries with water and dusting them with fine Sugar , a hint of cinnamon  , if pie , waffle , or cake . maybe just plain ,
serve with whipped cream made from scratch and a leaf of mint .

The Salmon , the berries , roses and apples all in the Great Northwest ,
You may visit however be warned , for many have come this way
Many have travelled a far , 

For the great Spirit of This Northwest will encompass and astound you .
Begging your soul to stay and  live the way of a Portlander .

Give me rain I say , for the green here will blind you, it is
 like walking off the black and white set of Wizard of Oz,
and opening the amazing door to Colors .


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



Details | Ode | |

You or Are Your Eyes the Green of a Shamrock's Leaf

Are your eyes the green of a shamrock's leaf,
or your nose the tide that comes and runs? 
Is your skin the plains of pearls and perplexities,
your hair the curtain to a rainforest peace?

Could be your ears the caverns where rarities dwell,
and your shoulders belfries that will never ring?
May your chest be a wound that never swells,
and your heart be the silence that learns how to sing 

Is your hand a ten-minute first-light,
your fingers the fleeting moment that stays?
Might your arms ensphere the the broken, the evil, the cold,
bring what ends, for sure, to the prelude, alright? 

Your legs and feet, perhaps, lucid dreams and strange fools,
with bizarres and bazaars, eccentricities galore,
Playing with colors, creatures, the cosmos, the rules,
that no matter duration, leave invocation for more? 

Your mind calculates, creates, contemplates, is there,
But without You, none of these could ever, ever be. 
For without the green of a shamrock's leaf,
the vastest of woodlands would seem nothing but bare.


Details | Etheree | |

Sky Painter

Rays
bend.  Bow
drawn, black sky
swath of color- 
fractured light.  Vivid 
bands, electric hues, broad 
brush strokes drip and run against 
a wet canvass.  Neon glow fading
to pastel shimmer disappearing
gone like a sidewalk painting in the rain.


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer's Rose




waiting throughout winter for
your beauty to appear

seemingly forever since your
presence mingled here

amongst the frozen tundra
having melted all the snow

summers warmth attracts you
and your beauty starts to grow

at last a new beginning
from this frozen earth a pose

introducing summers rebirth
at last the precious rose...


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Upon The Day - A Summer Dream







Pure love    drowning
in a garden of refrain
raging winds    pulsing
pushing out the drenching rain


A song of songs    awaits
as nerves climb the hill tops high
a final breath    as sunlight falls
upon the azure sky


My lovely rose
of silken light
in silent steps    I plea
in murmurous breath    I strain to recite
a heartfelt love to thee


If in this moment
this summer day
a love could be fulfilled
then surely my sweet Desiree
death would not prevail







6-18-13


Details | Quatrain | |

Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!


Details | Couplet | |

What makes me tick serens contest

What makes me tick?

You ask me the question on what makes me tick
Well this I will answer, and answer it quick

Flowers and trees, the birds and the beasts
And all of the beauty on which my eyes feast.

Rivers and lakes, and oceans as well
And all of the dreams in which I do dwell

Music and poetry, Astrology too
And all of the wonderful things that I do.

These things keep me breathing and loving my life
And last but not least is my beautiful wife.

10 September 2013 @ 1353hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

My Grass Daffodils

                           Dedicated to my neighboring Agri. University Lawn, Kanpur India.


My Grass Daffodils

The Sun was trying to hide away, 
The Stars were yet to shine on way, 
The trees were silent, 
But the breeze was a little violent. 

In the fading golden light of Sun,
I was lost in simply watching, 
The spreading beauty of Yours in abundance,

The ravishing beauty, was trying to stop me to leave,
To hear and to feel,  the music of winds and Daffodils, 
Coming from the swinging and singing grasses,
From which every year comes out, my yellow daffodils.

Every year I wait for them to come out,
Every year they wait for the raindrops to shower,
To show their short but enchanting appearance 
On the neighboring grassland. 

In those memorable moments, 
Which sometimes I have spent, 
In the alluring company of my sweet Daffodils, 
I have tried to take away with me, 
The swinging and singing splashes of my grass Daffodils.

They come out every year, 
In several hundred thousands of numbers, 
When ever the rains start showering its love, 
Only on the grass lawn of Agri. University.  
I often try to understand, how even a thing like grass, 
Can be so beautiful and so fascinating, 
That, any one can get lost, 
In the eternal joyous singing and 
Swinging of these Grass Daffodils.

In mild rains they bloom, without rains they died away,
Like humans, who gets faded and dull without love
And one day fades away or become jealous or cruel,
Without the tender care and love. 

Every year you fascinate me, every year I get lost in you,
O my childhood friend from where you have come,  
And to where you would go like a mystery of life, I do not know.

Once the rains are over, 
You vanish like the diminishing light,
Like me you also seem to love,
The rains and its mild showers, as a blessing on us.

I know like humans,
You also do not like too much of rains,
And too much of showers,
Which can spoil the beauty of your petals,
And the beauty of you, my amazing Daffodils. 

But like the Grecian Urn, you will continue
To bloom and smile, 
On the grass lawn of Agri. University during rains,
And after that on the pages of my mind, heart and soul,
You would shine like the Sunshine,
Till I am living and dreaming on this earth.

Ravindra 

Kanpur India  26th July 2010                                                               








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Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Haiku | |

SK- 4

Silence has spoken
From the roaring of the tides
God is a river


Details | Ballade | |

I love it all

I love it all

I love this sense of mystery
That’s everywhere around
I love the sweetness, and the joy
That ever can be found
In this world of nature
As the birds, they sing their songs
It’s in this world of mystery
That I really do belong.

I love to watch those dancing trees
As they’re captured by the breeze
I love to walk on green, green grass
My life has so much ease
When I dance with nature
And let it take my hand
I love the wonder of each day
It feels so very grand.

I love it when the morn is born
And the sky is filled with light
I love to watch that sun come up
It’s such a wondrous sight
And every time the day does end
That silence in the air!!!
I love it all, oh, yes I do
Such joy is everywhere.

21 March 2014 @ 0630hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Petals Of The Night

Such is the beauty of spring,
Filling our eyes with pleasure and
The bounty of fruit the flowers bring.

The silver glow of diamond stars
Begets the beauty of the buds 
which softly beckon 'hear we are'.

The newborn nightness doth surround
The pastel pink of cherry blossoms
And a gentle breeze guides petals to the ground.

Ray Dillard


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Ballad | |

ANOTHER SEASONS PAST

Autumn's past horizon's 
whose clouds coast above the trees
woodland paths are dusted
with the falls of the turning leaves

Four corners of the Winds
in summer exhales release their breath
another season's gone
and lay's to the past it's death

Often my mind has danced
in the corridor's of the earth
where winter's snow has melted
hastening the springs new birth

I've rambled down many roads
and I've sang a many song
been scratched by weeds and brambles
and waded in the worlds wrong

Bridges on the road I've crossed
upon the many paths    that man has trekked
but only one road can lead you
upon a course which is circumspect 

It was always for you
every path I ever sought
every step I ever made
the ones my heart was taught

I desire not gold or silver
but the nectar of your lips
a wine so intoxicating
the truth like honey drips

Like the passing of the seasons
and the lives you so enrich
truth and beauty enhances life 
there's no question of choosing which


COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Esmeralda

Esmeralda and the fairies

Esmeralda in her garden
Was playing with her dolls
Amidst flowers so beautiful
And the sun shone down like gold.
Midst butterflies and pretty birds
And trees that softly glowed
She saw two fairies oh so pretty
As one sat upon a toad.

The toad did look so happy there
With the fairy on his back.
They came up to a pretty rose
By a little grassy track
Then one fairy danced a dance
Little heart all filled with bliss
As Esmeralda felt such love
And so much happiness.

The other fairy started dancing
As the toad just clapped his hands
 Esmeralda watched it all
Oh she thought it was so grand
But when she told her mum and dad
Well, they just laughed at her
And told her it’s imagination
That it did not occur.


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THE GAZELLE

Among Solomon’s first love commands in the book of his Song of Songs,

He adjures the young maidens by the gazelle, and how charm makes them strong.

For the gazelle is a gorgeous creature with  beauty and unequalled grace.

She moves with elan and fleetness of foot, darting here and there leaving no trace.

Her sensuous body, caressed by the gentle breeze,  trots about almost unseen,

Making the wildflower to blush and the envious grasses to turn a vivid green.

Eyes sparkling, she darts lightly about the meadow with all of her senses alert.

Seeming to be rolling and gliding, she can disappear and  reappear in a spurt.  

In the beauty of the length of savannah, she has no noticeable match.

Prancing from one thicket to the next, she stays too smart to catch.

Knowing well her environs, she blends with the hues of the scene.

By dieting lightly and steadily moving, she keeps her figure lovely and lean.

The photogenic bounty of every cameraman’s trained eye,

Her graceful hurdles and jumps can literally touch the sky.

The beauty of her eyes are a legend, their sharpness is a must.

Such a marvel of lightness and grace, there are few that she can trust.

Throughout two of the largest continents, she has reigned as a goddess;

Yet being a figure of poise and glamor, she remains demure and modest. 



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As beautiful as this

As beautiful as this.

What could there be
As beautiful as this?
What could there be could give to me
This heart brim filled with bliss?
It didn’t come from beauty
It is beauty, itself
What could there be
That could give me so much wealth.

I’m sitting here
I’ve got nowhere to go
Got all I’ve ever wanted
I’ve found that inner glow
You tell me you’ve got riches
Foolish look upon your face
But have you got the wisdom?
Have you got the grace?

What could there be
Could erase such loveliness
What is there in this big wide world?
I really must confess
That all this bliss within my being
There’s naught worth more than this
I have everything I want
That’s just the way it is.

29 January 2014 @ 1925hrs.


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Gems

The sun gleamed high above,
Reflecting the water, on the dove,
And as it shined like 'gold' so bright,
On The dove with feathers white,
Glittering in the water, majestic and true,
Like 'diamond' in the 'sapphire' water blue,

The sun directed onto the tree,
With leaves unfolding together so free,
A dew drop that moistened on it,
With captivating beauty like 'apatite'. 
As the leaves absorbed the ray, 
Flourishing on it and on its way,
The rustling sound which it made,
Shone amazing just like 'jade'. 

The flowers also loved the light,
And grew much stronger in delight,
To strive and review all its beauty,
Shimmering and glimmering like a 'ruby'. 

Up the sky smiled apart,
Consuming the rays of its part,
Supplementing the beauty and its mass,
Among the clouds like 'topaz'. 

Suddenly i felt a striking thing,
All i could see was 'gems' in bling,
With my onyx like eyes in a fix,
Staring at the adorable nature's picks,
And soon i realized it was all the same,
Gems or nature-only a different name!


Details | Haiku | |

Planting a Tree

What can a man do

To plant a seed in the ground

So strong a tree grows


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WATERFALL

spring waterfall 
splashes off the rocks below: 
she said yes

For Debbie Guzzi's Contest


Details | Ode | |

Whispers Of The Stars

In the darkest hour, Of the coldest night When the Heavens deign To open wide And e’en Angels Take startled flight Form eerie sounds And silvered light The Cosmos converses In Cosmic verses and is Softly scriptured, the melodies The stanzas…the bars In the gelid Winter’s night… And would’st one lend a careful ear, Perhaps the Gods… would grant him hear …The whispers of the stars…


Details | Ballade | |

Black Cockatoos, and rain

Black Cockatoos, and rain.

It’s a dance,  a wondrous dance
A story of delight
A show of so much magnitude
As the sun is shining bright
The trees be dancing on the wind
As big black birds fly high
And screech unto the power of God
As the morning passes by.

These cockatoos they fly on over
Such drama in their flight
This multitude of screaming birds
They give me such delight
They land upon the Banksia trees
And start their flurried feed
Tearing branches as they go
They’re a destructive breed

As the, morning dance goes on
I’m filled with mystery
In this world where I live in
It’s such a joy to me
As crazy birds make such a din
And the rains they come again
This be the early morning song
These black birds, and the rain.

16 May 2014 @ 1012hrs.


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Whilst in the country

Whilst in the country

Sometimes whilst in the country
I’m feeling really great
As the breeze it rustles through the trees
And in me does create
Words that come out soft and sweet
As I’m wishing I lived there
Yet all around are countless folk
With faces filled with care

They’re just like all those city folk
But they have no excuse
Bricks and concrete all around
Is an awful kind of  noose !
But in the country, boy, oh boy
How can folk be so glum?
How can they walk around like this?
With all their feelings numb.

To walk around and feel real grand
Is the way I like to be
I love to laugh, and dance through life
Though I am seventy
But if I lived out in the country
Sixty, I’d be again
Cause country life would make me feel
Like a fish, on a day of rain.

2 August 2013 @ 1655hrs.





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THE DRAGONFLY

Oh where does the dragonfly go, between the reeds,
And murky shore.
Gently dipping his wings edges, in the waters cooling
 Ripples, dancing across the tingling ponds waves,
To moisten it's beautiful translucent appendages,
So sheer and delicate of design.
Danger's bullfrog, on the Lilly pads so sits still,
Waiting ever so patiently, for the dragonfly to slip.
Yet awareness’s great aerial acrobat, knows better
 Not to mess around with this amphibian's slick
Devilish tongue.
So flights fancy leads him beyond, the flabby 
Froggies reach.
Testing limitations boundaries, this lighter
Than air insect, soars at mercy's whim,
 Gliding the currents wind, and tasting freedom's
Glory of wonderment.
Inspiration's tiniest of miracles, melts the poetic
Heart within, humbling one to pause, at nature's
Beauty beyond words expression.
Gleaming beneath the summers sun, the light
Shines and shimmers, as if made of glass,
A reflective surface of diamonds, cast asunder
With hews deepest blues, as it's aquatic canvas
Background below.
In this spiritual garden of the wetlands, cannot
Thee taste the essence of true purity, amongst
Clarity’s crystal clear air.
Oh do I not envy such a creature, as this the
Dragonfly, to drift a aloft from reed, to the
Abandoned Lillie pad, and see such magnificent
Natural beauty within nature itself.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 


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The Beauty of Nature

Observing the beauty of nature is akin to an awakening to the senses,
of being free and anonymous, 
of being purposeless,
that exquisite innate feeling of total compassion.

The abundance of colours in a deep autumn forest,
the hazy mist around the water and the trees of a dawning day
those hidden shadows of light and shade,
the ethereal beauty of affinity between horses and humans.

Stillness,
the trickling stream through the fields,
the rustling of autumn leaves,
a neigh, the swishing tail, the galloping hooves.

Clean and crisp,
the intoxicating and seductive fragrance of an autumn forest
the damp earth mingled with old fallen leaves
the quintessential scent of  a horses mane and fur

That tingling feeling 
being engulfed by wind and rain, sun and warmth, mist and dampness,
the lightest caress,
the warmth of the horses cheek against ones own

Nature is precious, it is profoundly beautiful.


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Storms

Storms

When that rain comes pouring down
And the sky lights up like fire
With jagged forks of vivid lightning
It be my one desire
To join in with its energy
Become a part of this
As the great god Thor he rants and roars
My heart is filled with bliss

I sit here out side on the porch
 And joy, it fills my heart
As god who rules the everything
She thrills me with her art
She paints the sky with vividness
Then the thunder roars so loud
And the rain hides all as it pours down
Makes everything a shroud.

 I just sit in fascination
At the wonder of this scene
There’s something about these mighty storms
That makes me feel serene
For God she hides amongst it all
And I can feel her there
Oh, how I love the mystery
That permeates the rain filled air.

@8 June 2014 @ 0940hrs

Written for Shadows contest 'Storms'






Details | Ballade | |

On the beauty of the river

On the beauty of the river

Oh, the beauty of that river!
It’s like I’ve never seen
Just looking from my chalet door
Oh, what a lovely scene
On this cool morn the silent river
Reflects the many hues
As the sun shines down on the Tingle threes
Creating wondrous views

No artist could have painted better
That river shines so bright
As sparling gems of wondrous power
Do give my eyes delight
And greens and blues, and misty hues
Shone out in mystic power
A magic glow within my heart
Does turn into a flower.

As little wrens of gentle blue
Do twitter in the grass
Two ducks sit down here by my feet
And as the moments pass
I thrill them with a simple tune
As that river flows on by
To touch my heart with a gentle tug
As soul, with joy does cry

26 JULY 2013 @ 1426hrs


This poem is for the Beauty contest.


Details | Ghazal | |

have you seen a yellow dove

Have you seen a yellow dove,
On a branch full of yellow fruits?
She did notice the photographer
He had to go, no more bother 
Does she know that he is a poet?
Birds friend birds lover.
Down to earth mind
Clean heart above


Details | ABC | |

Natural Beauty

Acknowledge beauty
Convey delight
Enjoy fully


Details | Free verse | |

Savannah in the Sunset

As the Sun went to sleep
in the beautiful blue horizon,
the clouds looked like as though
they were glowing from within

The birds created patterns
in the darkening sky,
as they went back to their nests

Giraffes, gazelles and elephants
decorated the landscape
with their different shades of colors,
as they returned back to their abode

Trees’ barks looked as though
they were burning from fire
that couldn’t consume them;
a natural effect of the Sun’s divine
Sunset glow

This is the place that I discovered
the beautiful art of the Creator;
an art like no other


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Mountain Climbing

I’m climbing  
Above the canyon…the sun
Hits  		the 		rocks

I ascend
As 	I 	take 	risk 	after 	risk
UP I GO!

I’m climbing
I 	rely 	on 	my 	own 	strength
I’m doing FINE!

I descend
While	 I 	urgently 	hold 	on
For dear life…


Details | Ballade | |

As the children play

As the children play

As the children play
The morning comes awake
The sun comes peering through the mist
I sit and watch the day break
I hear the call of a sleepy duck
As he waddles up to me
Two ravens fly above my head
Their lonesome calls enthral me.

There’s a feeling deep within my soul
As I watch the river flowing
The mood in me spells harmony
And it gets my heart to glowing
In the silence, echo’s of the truth
They fill the morning air
As the breath of mystic morning comes
To leave my soul quite bare.

The kookaburra’s crazy laugh
Does break on through the morn
As more waddling ducks arrive
To laze upon the lawn
And all around day comes alive
With the song of, tiny birds
As I watch these little fairy wrens
Such joy in me is stirred.




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Where the river meets the sea

Where the river meets the sea.

I’m camping here in Denmark
Where the river meets the sea
I’m looking cross the river
At a bent and twisted tree
I don’t know just what type it is
But I really love its beauty
It’s a piece of nature’s art.
And mesmerizes me.

It’s branches reach out everywhere
In a gnarled and twisted way
It’s the coming of the sunrise
On this soft and gentle day
And this tree it looks so splendid
As the silence calms my mind
It’s to be here in these mornings
For this I was destined.

The tree is filled with little birds
All dressed in black and white
I don’t know what they call them
But they fill me with delight
A sight without the labels
Is a better way to see
So I just sit here gazing
At these bird’s perched in the tree.

31 May 2014 @ 0725hrs.


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Flowers

Kneeling upon a smile to touch the vine
Scentful seeping in blissful sensation
Leering beauty and plucking temptation
Just one piece of nature's heaven divine

Arose to steal a kiss from sunlight's ray
Like morning's dew upon a suffused glow
Facing the zephyr where the blossoms blow
Where pollens aflutter towards the bay


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The Sunset

The Sunset

I never seem to tire
Of the many sunsets I have seen and 
I ask that you now join me as 
the sun sinks slowly in the sky so we
might watch together as the
colors paint their way across the canvas,
their brilliance radiating from between the
clouds with which they seem to play.


Details | Ballad | |

Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking

Willie wagtail in my garden 
Sings a very special song
Telling me the sun is coming
Dawn will break soon, won’t be long
It’s dark outside with full moon shining
But soon the light will show its face
Green parrot makes his bell like music
How his song has so much grace

Kookaburra, he is laughing
Something funny has touched him
Could he be laughing at us human’s
With all our wars and crazy din?
Spring is just around the corner
And all of nature seems to know
As I sit here in the morning
My world it has a special glow.

Now the world has gone all silent
Waiting for the dawn to break
Soon the chorus is beginning
Singing just for loves own sake
All the birds will join the chorus
And my heart will start to sing
How I love these life soaked mornings
Such joy to me they always bring.

25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.




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The Fallen

Soft and tender
Blossoms fall-
Fulfilling life


Details | Ballade | |

To stand among the trees

To stand among the trees

Today, I stand among the trees
That grow here all around
And hear the mystic symphony
As the breeze in whispered sound
Rustles leaves so tenderly
On a silent sun filled morn
I melt within its mystery
As another day is born.

There’s something about a tree filled space
That calls on out to me
In each tree, and every shrub
There’s so much energy
From every shade of velvet green
There comes such wondrous power 
That teaches me to still my mind
And helps my soul to flower.

Sun shines down from a clear blue sky
But it don’t shine on me
For I am shaded from its glare
Neath a pomegranate tree
I don’t know really what it is
That gives me so much power
As I stand amidst a clump of trees
And nature helps me flower.

26 November 2013 @ 1220hrs.


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Spring

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


PERSONIFICATION contest


Details | Haiku | |

Mount Fuji - Haikuette

Mount Fuji
white-capped monolith silent, silver sentinel a sleeping beauty
Form - Haikuette Entered in contest "Three Lines are Fine" sponsored by Debbie Guzzi (5-31-14)


Details | Quatrain | |

My Heart is in the Woods

There is a calmness that comes on its own,
When I rest underneath all these trees.
Perhaps it's because I feel quite at home
When pine needles speak in the breeze.

Or maybe the mother of nature
Loves those who were raised on her knees?
All that I know, is that there in the woods,
I feel quite at home. I feel free.

The quiet resonates within me;
It seems to be deep in my bones,
For I am aware of the stirrings of life,
Though to others, these things are unknown.

The sigh of rainfall, hitting green leaves,
The chatter of squirrels on the ground,
Nature speaks out in so many ways,
With vibrant colors and sounds.

Birds singing on misty mornings,
Owls hooting woefully at night,
The forest is where my spirit dreams
Whether it's dark or light.

How deeply I yearn for the forest,
To once again hear the wind's song!
Someday, I will go back there again,
For it's there that my heart belongs.


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BULLET THOUGHTS

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

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

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

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

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

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amidst falling rain---
............................warm bodies dance
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scarlet blossom stretch---
.......................................scream of innocence
_________________________________

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


Details | Sonnet | |

The wonder of life

The wonder of life.

Life to me is oh, so wonderful
Though once I never saw this fact at all
Drinking, smoking hooch that’s all I knew
Oh, so glad I am, those days are through

I live right now my life so filled with joy
This kind of happiness naught could destroy
Each breath I take is special now, these days
Life has filled me with a wondrous haze

I watch the trees they dance outside my window
In the mornings how my life gives me a glow
As God she touches me with all her power
And deep within my soul there blooms a flower

Just life it be the only thing I need
My world is free from power, lust, and greed.

! July 2014 @1335hrs.


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THE BIG BLUE

Mid-summer breezes bellow a 
Whistling tune,
Echoing soft melodies freedom's,
 Playful abandonment.
Against sandy shores waves gently,
 Splashing,
Multicolored shells mixing amongst,
 Pebbles,
 Rolling'n'turning hear the everlasting,
 Hush.   
Gliding torrents dive through rough,
 Surf,
Greedily seagulls screeching, 
Screaming who was here first.
Snappy crabs running to and fro, 
Tasty morsels at a fleeing feast.
Then suddenly captured, dragged by, 
Watery under toes.
Rippling calmness returns at last, 
Basking in days repast.
Day break's glow warms mans soul, 
And awakens his heart.
Yet nay know mortal's eye can deny,
Such beauty that lies before him.
Tranquility's slumber lie thee down,
Gently rock me by the sounds of 
The sounding sea.
Release thus abandonment’s spirit,
Foam unto spray washes all my, 
Troubles away.
Here at night's curtain fall,
While stars above shimmer 
And shine.
Another morning sunrise appears,
But quietly I know longer remain.
Silence can become a bitter sweet,
 Thing,
Just once more to hear distant 
Loons calling sorrows cry,
But nothing except silences, 
Response, 
Answers to me in still calm.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Free verse | |

The Chocolate Hills of Bohol

The Chocolate Hills of Bohol
Ancient as creation, true natural wonders, The Chocolate Hills of Bohol Teem with exotic one-of-a-kind flora and fauna, Fanciful ferns and big-eyed tarsiers, peculiar primates. Abundant rain wonderfully adorns them With a mantle of verdant fashion; While drought unveils their beautiful brown cloaks, Resembling giant delicious chocolate kisses, Or sun-baked peanut butter cookies. Subdued at dawn, splattered with shades of grey and blue, They’re showy at dusk with startling red and orange hues.
The Chocolate Hills serenely slumber, Heavy eyelids closed in peaceful repose, They’re fast asleep and deeply daydreaming, Perhaps, of one day becoming rugged rocky mountains. Finger to lips – shhh – let sleeping hills lie! Hands cover ears - these conical mounds are certainly clever At keeping hidden secrets. Silent observers, they echo no tales, But hold on to footprints in the limestone soil, Discretely recording every visitor, Not forgetting anything - remembering all.
8-24-2014


Details | Acrostic | |

EMBRACING EARTH

Emerald is Mother Nature’s favorite hue.
Mountains capture every sunlit verdant shade
Breathing in fresh scents of morning dew.
Rain drops add to rivers which cascade
Allowing rainbows to form in finest mist.
Clouds of cotton ride the wayward wind
In shadows dark and light, sun kissed.
Nature shares her beauty without end.
Gaia, with all the elements she shares

Entitles us with food and shelter grown
At harvest that the fruit trees bear,
Reaping all the blessings we have sown.
Trees and plants which we are well aware,
Have divinely taught us we are not alone!


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Cherry Blossoms

delicate blossoms
explosive burst of colour
beauty quickly fades


Details | Ode | |

Ode: to the Nymph

SHE floats in grace, like one in love
     with love itself and all that’s lush;
and when the mythic sprites above
     unloose her from the morning's blush,
she descends like the milk-white dove
     with the notes of a singing thrush.

With golden locks, as light as air,
     and liquid, limpid eyes most blue,
none is like her or can compare
     to her beauty and lovely hue
which lift the humble souls that dare
     come to her for her balmy dew.

As cloud and rain Nymph and a muse
     with the nimbused crest of a saint
which no man can therefore refuse
     or with mean words tarnish or taint,--
then let all Creatures freely choose
     to honor her without constraint.


1.) Ngoc Nguyen; 2.) Nature motif; 3.) for "Impress me II ! ( Old/New )" Contest















Details | Free verse | |

My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.


Details | Lyric | |

The sensitive kind

The sensitive man

He loves he, the grass in the meadow
He loves all the flowers that grow
And loves living life with a passion
And watching the whole of the show
He loves he the sun that is shining
And the moon when it lights the dark sky
And he loves that he’s here
With a mind pure and clear
Though one day he knows he  must die.

He likes to live life in the middle
And flow like a river at ease
And all of the clouds in the heavens
Their patterns his heart do well please
As he walks him the trails in the morning
Sweet dreams going round in his head
And there be a theme worth a poem
So he goes home and writes it instead.

As all of the flowers do touch him
And the birds they do sing a new song
He sits here beneath his lounge window
And knows this is where he belongs
As he’s lost in the dance of the morning
Nothing else enters his mind
He leaves all the drama around him
For he be the sensitive kind.

4 July 2013 @ 1400hrs.


Details | Ballad | |

Those blessed wetland trails

Those blessed wetland trails.

The sun is shining lazily
The sky is azure blue
As green leaves dance with the morning breeze
The birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace is all around
As all along these wetland trails
Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
The young ferns looking soft and green
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
A smell I've learned to love
As parrots screech in blissfull joy
In those trees there high above.

The lake, she glimmers neath the sun
As the ducks give lazy quacks
My feet scrape on the sand and gravel
As I stroll along this track.
Trees all gnarled and and twisted
Form a tunnel just for me
Oh I could write forever
But for now, I'll leave it be.


Details | Couplet | |

Two reasons why we dig holes

Burying dead bodies usually takes place  
In fancy holes dug on some land space.

Most people dig those holes somewhere nice
But sometimes they don’t have a choice.

Some people burn dead bodies to ashes
And this really saves on available land spaces.

Sometimes dead bodies are buried at sea
And slowly sink into muck for eternity.

Other fancy holes are dug large enough,
For the removal of some valuable stuff.

Sometimes these holes are dug somewhere nice
And most times people don’t have a choice.

When all the valuable stuff’s gone offshore
The hole is back-filled and land space restored.

Today we can dig holes in the seafloor
Right through the eternal muck and more.

Holes should be dug to bury the dead 
And to remove valuable stuff instead.


Details | Ballade | |

Amidst the flowers

Love midst the flowers

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink and red and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause, that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Petals In The Wind

 
Petals in the wind
Gusting through the trees
Landing in the grasses
Mid the flowers and the bees

Petals in the wind
Dancing all around
Flitting through the belfry
Far above the distant ground

Petals in the wind
Petals in my hair
Somersaults and backflips
Filling up the scented air

Petals in the wind
Petals on the sand
Petals shifting, changing
Forming patterns that are grand

January 15, 2013
By Isaiah Zerbst


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Gentle Awakening

sea birds coo
ocean fog perturbs seashells
sun greets dawn


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Sun Dancing


sunshine dancing on the rippling water sets it glistening reflecting the sun's beauty in sparkling water diamonds


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Termite country

Termite Country

We’re heading north to Exmouth,
Carnarvon we’ve just passed.
We be driving up a serpent road,
As the country seems so vast.
It’s hot outside, but in this van,
The air cons on and all,
As all along the road we pass,
Little goats, so beautiful….

And everywhere, most endlessly,
There’s a billion termite mounds.
Like baked brown little mountains,
They’re everywhere around.
We stopped near one, I marveled,
That a tiny beast, and blind!
Could build these blessed monuments,
It nearly blew my mind.

I took me then some photographs
Of these engineering feats,
As I let the awe and wonder,
Into my dull mind seep.
In such a vast, still country,
In the silence of the way,
Those mounds stood out so powerful,
In the heat of a sunburned day.

2003


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Mystic Marmalade

Mystic marmalade

On a holiday in Denmark
In west Australia
I’m sitting by the river
And how my heart does stir
As it rises from the water
And heads toward the sun
The mist in the early morning
As the dawn has just begun.

The river looks so peaceful
With Its blanket made of mist
There’s beauty in this magic
That I cannot resist
The sky is mystic marmalade 
As the sun it shows its face
A pelican comes floating past
All filled with wondrous grace.

The seagulls squabble on the land
It’s what they always do
As the sun it climbs much higher
On his morning so brand new
This mystic morning magic
Brings much healing to my soul
As this morn with all its splendor
Makes me feel so very whole.



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Autumn is here

Vacation time is here, time to smell the beautiful wonderful trees
River birch, red oak , silver maple and even fresh plain oak.
Lobed leaves and acorns all over the place.  
I'm packing my things and getting ready to leave.
Take this alsome ride on the never ending road
To a cabin deep in the woods, were only sounds

Sounds of nature surround me, owl at night, putting me to sleep
Delicious apples, fresh cider with honey, I can taste it on my lips
For my season of mist, oh yes, I have missed, as I send you a kiss
Mellow fruitfulness nights, by the fireplace, when temperature drops
Reading a book, drinking red wine, relaxing my mind

Summer has passed, winter is near, but autumn is here
Season between seasons, as autumn leaves fall to the ground
Giving life the beauty it offers, the love many don't see
You see, I walk with the leaves, I jump in the piles, and I smile
I look in the sky, lift my hands in the air, and I dance
I dance to the sounds,of hawks, robins , streams and leaves

Letting my nose smell, the beauty in nature, and what it gives
Has I have to end this poem, oh sweet poem
So I can continue to dream
Dream about my autumn dream, has I lay my head, on autumn leaves


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Beauty

I saw the morning clouds.
They looked like cotton soaked in sunlight.
I saw beauty in divine color!

Date of publication: 08/01/2014


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The Firefly Visit

While everything now is lighted
While everything has thrilling light effects
A long companion in the dark has been shortsighted
A gushing firefly light has so much to reflect

A child in this generation can only read from books
The marvel that a firefly brings
Curiosity makes them wonder, a chance to have a look
To spark in their eyes, a bare luminescence from its abdomen

Out of nowhere, a firefly came surprisingly
It fluttered and alerted a child’s excitement
It flew around emitting signals dashingly
Trying to communicate with enchantment

The child gloriously welcomed his visit
To the extent of catching and keeping him
The unexpected showing is something to rivet
To see multitude of them is now a child’s wildest whim

In a few minutes, both have a wonderful time
The firefly looked like a fairy in the night
The spark that glimmers like tiny lamp is sublime
The child named him Jack, as the evening’s first light


17 December 2013


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How I love the early morning

 
Style Ronda Cincuenta

How I love the early morning

How I love the early morning
Way before the break of dawn
When moon and stars are gently shining
Such glory in the mystic morn
I meditate when I awake
Take the dog out for his walk
Then write some brand new poems
All that come from my mind talk

Then the daybreak starts to happen
The sky is beautiful
All orange red, as sun comes shining
This planet, oh, she has it all
My wife she gets up after this
And we have a cup of tea
This is oh, so very lovely
Sipping tea just her and me.

7 September 2014 @ 0940hrs


EVEN LINES RHYME... 2 AND 4, 6 AND 8, ETC



ok... here is a real easy one.. no syllable counting... word counting only....Lets cheer up Pat using her new form this week in the forum... God bless  


Ronda Cincuenta is a form created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth on May 4, 2014-
the wording is Spanish meaning Round Fifty…It is done with two verses only with no set number of lines just as long as they are equal in number so that rhyming with the equal number lines can be seen such as line 2 with line 4 line 6 with line 8 etc:
There is no syllable counting just word counting 50 in each verse


Details | Pantoum | |

Into the Gloaming

Into the gloaming, honed by rasps of one lone star, fireflies weave their magic through the last of the golden haze A pensive cricket hum, uncoils from the thick green maze to circle upwards, and around the rim of declining sun Fireflies weave their magic through the last of the golden haze Of this darkening of earth, there are bright partakers to circle upwards, and around the rim of a declining sun as birdsongs of the summer day are put to rest Of this darkening of earth, there are bright partakers A pensive cricket hum uncoils from the thick green maze As birdsongs of the summer day are put to rest, into the gloaming, honed by rasps of one lone star
________________________________________________________________ Inspired By Andrea's Contest: "One in Three--Write Beautifully" 7/31/13


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spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


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This morning glory

This morning glory

The wind is blowing there, outside
As on its back the branches ride
Dancing oh, so gracefully
This morn is filled with mystery
The birds are singing loud, and clear
It’s such a wondrous song I hear
Big black clouds they fill the sky
As I sit here alone with I

As I listen to the silence hum
I know the rain it soon will come
To make its rhythm on my roof
Black raven feeds, he’s all aloof
The only bird there on the lawn
His mystery here in the dawn
Is wondrous to the seeing, eye
Black Cockatoos they ride the sky.

I sit her looking through the window
So awed I am by the wondrous flow
Of nature that now greets the morn
As brand new day is being born
Such splendor thrills me to the core
This life could never give me more
As I sit here waiting for the rain
To soak the blessed soil again

12 August 2014 @0740hrs.




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THE SUN




The brilliant orb high up in the sky shining in its golden splendour bathing everything on earth with rays of light and warmth that are free to all the glorious source of earth's life Nature's SUN


Details | Lyric | |

I'll keep dancing forever

I’ll keep dancing forever

In this wonderful world that I’m in
Everything is a beautiful dance
I don’t know what’s coming before me
It’s a sweet game of wonderful chance
So many get caught in the fear game
As each day does crush them some more
But I’m on a wonderful journey
Though I know me not what’s in store

The end I can see in the future
But what is the future I ask
The past it has gone like the dust in the wind
So, can in the future, one bask??
So I say ‘who cares’ it’s all nothing
Just an old boat afloat on the sea 
As it waits to be broke by the ocean
And join in with eternity.

So it’s all a dance, to my thinking
The good parts, the bad parts as well
And me I don’t know where I’m going
Don’t believe in no Heaven, nor hell
One dances, no thought for the ending
And so it’s the same with my life
I’m going to get into the dancing
Through all of my love, joy and strife.

7 July 2013 @ 0712hrs


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Much more you be

Inspired by Susan Delaney's latest Poem 'Every beautiful thing'

Much more you be.

Why aren’t you smiling?
Why aren’t you dancing with delight?
Just take a look around you
See the flowers, with colors bright
The birds, the beasts, the heavens
Oh, open up your eyes!!
Let each day be so wonderful
As you watch the dawn arise

You search for reason
You live for your beliefs
Yet life is not about this
It has smiles, and it has grief
Yet all of this you be
Every tiny bit is you
Cause you, my friends be life itself
Take a look, you’ll know it’s true.

You seek life everlasting
And yet right now this be
Just look within, you’ll see all this
Seek out your mystery
You think you, be this story
You’re name and your ideals
Yet you be life, yes life itself
The only thing that’s real.

27 December 2013 @ 1030hrs.








Details | Rhyme | |

What Beauty Is

Beauty Is…

The sharp crunch of a leaf,

red-yellow under your feet

the crisp air of morning hours

the endless colors of all flowers

the exciting sensation of deja-vu

quand tu marches dans une nouvelle rue

it’s the gentle pounding that you get

when your hand touches your chest

the constant beating of your heart,

with no effort on your part–


Beauty is…

The steady patter of the rain

as it goes down the sewer drain

reminding you that with love

come the blessings from above

it’s the sound of a laugh

finding your other better half

it’s the song of a bird

those touching words that you heard

it’s the curve of a smile

that you’ve craved for a while–


Beauty is…

The confidence of an animal in the wild

the innocent sincerity of a child

the softest touch of a mother

a surprise hug from a brother

it’s a father’s warm, gentle gaze

helping someone through a maze

it’s the bond between sisters

of the likes I’ve never known

it’s in friendships so strong

you can’t ever feel alone–


Beauty is…

The balance human beings have

to stand straight on two feet

it’s the magic of the pen

to realize ideas on a sheet

it’s how humans from different

worlds can relate,

it’s your kind neighbour

and supportive classmate

it’s the patience

remarkable people go through

in situations so mind-boggling

you only wonder what you’d do–


Beauty is…

Found in visiting someplace you’ve missed

undeniable in that priceless moment of bliss

in the silent loudness of a sound

as you prostrate with your head on the ground

the sparkling tears of joy from one’s eyes

the discovery of deep truth among the lies

it’s in the unique snowflakes

with their meticulous design

it’s in looking through a microscope

at nature’s details so fine–


Beauty is…

Praying in the woods

among fall leaves and the trees

It’s that sweet smooth loving caress

on your cheeks from the breeze

Beauty is not found in make-up,

nor found through luxurious gates

it’s a universal blessing that many

forget to contemplate–

Now I’m not sure how to end this,

Cuz this topic is quite endless…


Simply put– Beauty is serenity

It’s the peace found within you

it’s no wonder now that we say

Salamu alaikum, Peace be upon you…

So may you find on this day

Colorful wonders out of the gray

You have all the beauty that you need

To satisfy your soul’s spiritual need,

After all, God is sprinkling on us some of His Beauty

And to appreciate it is the least of our duty…. ~


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Lake's Water

glistening, sparkling
incandescently bright blue
pool of mystery


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The Blue

Dubieties engulf all around
 As the brume in the dawn
  Behold plants seeking strength
In this warm cuddling cloud  
_________________________________

Songs soon sing from the sky
 The common notes that play
  When it’s about to drop wet
 Upon human’s bower.

It’s wonted (by this time) to descry 
 Dark clouds being deserted
By its everyday residents.

In the mood of the inclement
 It’s sparse to hear
  Any row from the firmament
Other than the loyal sound 
  Of the saturated pattering
From the blue yonder.



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Going down country

Going down country.

The day has come we two are off
To the open land of trees
We’re going where it’s beautiful
So filled with mystery
We’re off to Blackwood River
To sit upon her banks
So early in the morning hours
As I give prayers of thanks

We’re just going for a short stay
But that’s enough for me
We’re off down south of country
Where all life’s mystery
Is waiting there to speak to me
And show me who I am
As I sit there by the river.
Let life overflow her dam

I will feel the whisper flowing
In those lovely hours of dawn
I will meditate each morning
 When each new day is born
As the river flows beside me
Oh yes, we’re going away
We’re off to see lord nature
 Give worship each new day.

28 August 2014 @ 1305hrs.



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Why are cold stars red and hot stars blue

Why are cold stars red and hot stars blue?
I asked Sherry, ma chéri, whilst stargazing
yesternight she and I, only us, hands holding;
Why are hot stars blue and cold stars red?
I asked her anew 'cause I thought she knew;
Her mouth motionless–her eyne tears shed.
Why are blue stars hot and red stars cold?
She kept on weeping, still voicing no reply;
Barefoot, as usual–her feet gladly I behold.
Why are red stars cold and blue stars hot?
No answer but an osculation was all I got.
Lying on the grass yesternight, she and I,
Rainwater started pouring over the lass
And me, yesternight, lying on the grass.


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Elemental Memoir

A fathomless mystic charade
How alluring its serenade 
Witness nature’s own masquerade 
Mystique that cannot be portrayed
An entity most have betrayed
A spirit that must be obeyed
Awakened reflected cascade

Diaphanous and chaotic
Performance beyond hypnotic 
Earth’s coryphée of erotic
Mistaken to be quixotic  
A creature forcing psychotic 
Its soul the purest narcotic 
Intimate of all aquatic

Enigmatical their affair
Foxtrot brimming with debonair 
Elementally torn despair
Amaurotic and unaware 
Of essence’s lifeblood they share
Their fable ready to ensnare
Romance between water and air


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IN A BRIGHT STUDIO OVERLOOKING THE NOISY STREET

In a bright studio overlooking the noisy street,
I hide from the living to write with a frantic beat;
loud voices and sounds will subdue before dark...
very sweet is the the melody of the lonely lark.


Even when it snows, the view is quite awesome:
watching snowflakes slowly come down and dress 
trees in glistening white...one can feel lonesome
when every audible sound is hushed by stillness. 


How lovely it is when happy faces peak from windows!
They may seem immensely surprised or stupefied;
and some even open their doors and come outside
to observe the fluffy snow descend on the pines' boughs.   


I pause for another minute, then resume my writing...
it's profound observation that inspires the heart and mind,
giving this motivated poet many ideas of positive feeling;
I sense and absorb them, not noticing kids getting wild.   


In a bright studio overlooking the noisy street,
I fear shadows towards evening when feet
make deep footprints that lead to my stairs... 
and afraid of ghosts, I begin chanting prayers.


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In this world so perfectly

In this world so perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers touch the sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
Cause he knows that dawn’s begun
What hazy shades of bliss this be
As all, it feels like one.

A rabbit frolics on the lawn
As parrots in the trees
Give out their shrieks of pure delight
As dancing on the breeze
The trees fill me with mystic magic
And give my heart such ease.

It’s not the same as yesterday
When I never saw those things
My heart, it now is open wide
And sweetness to me brings.

The fountain burbles in delight
My heart just sings a song
I love the whole wide world today
I feel that I belong
To this world so perfectly
Where nothing’s right or wrong.

12 March 2014 @ 1513hrs.


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Scarlet Creature

This is the kind of creature that goes out into the night to steal bricks to build its' niche.
It more than crosses a courtesy line. Happens more in  the winter;other seasons just fly by.
Swift as the bitter wind the creatures must move as the gypsies do. They must borrow as the thieves pulling out every trick up each sleeve. 
Maddened by the stars, they follow them like arrows of direction. Cheaters!
Must be nice having nature direct their worst behavior. 
The Harlot Scarlet of the night is so beautiful any family would give away their hard earned bread, their last. Clearly getting robbed impeccably as
it goes without notice. But what is seen is never told in eyes of gold. 
Another win for creatures of night.


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Why do they kill our planet

Why do they kill our planet?

Sometimes I sit and wonder
About the foolishness
Of the rich, and those fool politicians
I could not like them less
These imbeciles who have two thoughts
Just wealth, and untold power
They destroy this wondrous Earth of ours
Will their souls ever flower?

They’ve killed our forests mile by mile
They’ve filled our seas with crap
They’ve filled our air with so much poison
As our planet waits to snap
And now they kill our barrier reef
A little at a time
To me it’s utter foolishness
What they do is such a crime.

It irks me that we citizens
Have to watch the damage done
Should not we kick these crazies out?
For brains they have not one
Or why would they kill our planet
And just for riches too
I’m sick of them, so sick of them
I don’t mind telling you.

2 February 2014 @ 1113hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

Through that door

Through that door

As the Sun crashed through my window
As the birds awoke the dawn
My mind made new by daybreak
It became the day reborn.
And a whisper stirred within me
From my heart arose these words
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll  “hear” these blessed birds”.

And those trees did softly rustle 
In the early morning breeze.
And I became the morning 
and the breeze that moved these trees
And the whisper softly told me 
As the dawn it beckoned me
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll dance just like those trees”.

Through that door, through that door
Go through that door beyond.
Just keep on moving to the other side
Let the shadows all be gone.

That door seemed so elusive
When I sought it with my mind
Then the whisper seemed to tell me
Just leave your mind behind
Then I felt the sweetest music
As the trees they shone so bright
And as I wandered through that door
I felt such sweet delight




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Grand Canyon Suite


^ ^ From an abyss of the darkness, I hear incantation It slowly ascends, sun awakening canyons, Windward it heralds those sleeping, to wonder.... with a visual score, that deepens with thunder, sweeping me under, to lighten the soul -at first tint of light, my own shadow leans over, to hear a sunrise- Between the chasms of a dream, comes a lark waking day as she follows the river, and the splendor unfolds Sweet sounds to exclaim, this is heaven, displayed! Grand in the sunrise, all creation, beholds! Closing my eyes, hearing trills to be awed Suite bold enchantment, from thunder and drums I will fly with the eagles, over lands of the Gods and will breathe in each movement until my tears overcome
________________________________________________________ Inspired by the Contest: Three Stanza Suite Sponsored by Sheri Fresonke Harper 4/13/14 Stanza 1: Five lines non rhyme Stanza 2: 1 line Stanza 3: 8 lines rhymed (About this poem: Please do watch......it is so worth your moment to listen !!):) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1l5vgY_3tw ) Grand Canyon Suite: • I. Sunrise • II. Painted Desert • III. On the Trail • IV. Sunset • V. Cloudburst


Details | Ballade | |

Have you felt the glory

Have you felt the glory?

Have you felt the glory?
Of being here, just being
Have you ever felt the wonder?
Of everything you’re seeing
The beauty of a rose flower
Or a lake filled with reflections
Or a singing bird perched in a tree
Have you looked at life’s perfection?

Have you felt the sweetness?
Of being, who you are
No matter what they say you be
You really are the star
Of this wondrous world you live in
There’s only one of you
You be unique, a ‘one only’
No matter what you do.

Have you felt the magic?
That brings such happiness
When you’ve searched so deep within
Got lost in the caress
Of all the beauty that you be
Have you felt the sensation?
Of living each and every day
Without no consternation.

10 March 2014 @ 1030hrs.


Details | Sonnet | |

Two voices

Two voices

As golden daises there, I see
The morning sun so lazily
Shines down upon some sleepy trees
As they dance upon the breeze

Joni Mitchell on the set
She sings a song I can’t forget
Both sides now I hear her sing
Such joy the morning she does bring

Willy Wagtail sings along
With Joni, as two voices strong
Do reach into the heart of me
Enhancing morning mystery

I sit here, greet the morning in
As the new day does begin.

15 August 2014 @ 0913hrs.



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The Tiger in the Dark

Watching from a shadowed place,
You harbor no ill-will.
But when they see your golden eyes,
Like candles in a haunted place,
Watching, waiting, seeing the unseen.
They fear the unknown twitch of legs,
The unwilling tense of jaws.
You are too much like them.
But not enough; no, not enough for them to understand.
You fancy an escape from them,
And the cruelty they possess.
But they know the power behind your eyes,
Beneath your body of cracked alabaster.
And they see your beauty like a thing of fire.
A gorgeous, enticing, danger.
And there's something about it, beauty and alarm,
That turns men into monsters.
The same monsters that they fear.
But not like you, White Tiger.
You're the monster you were born.


Details | Haiku | |

Beauty Of Clouds



fleecy grey white clouds glowing in brilliant sunshine edged with wisps of mist
01/16/2014


Details | Rhyme | |

The start of the day

The start of the day

The wind is kind of wild again
As I sit on the patio
The river filled with morning rain
Looks wondrous in it's flow

As the wind does put her in top gear
She speeds upon her way
She has one goal, to reach the ocean
On this very rainy day.

Along the furthest shore there be
Some trees, with life all done
And yet they seem to have much beauty
As they glow beneath the Sun.

A Kookaburra Laughs out loud
Then he lands upon a tree
He looks so handsome and so proud
As he peers on down at me.

A  group of ducks come waddling by
They're looking for a feed
These blessed birds, they know that I
Will fill their every need.

Just then the wife gets out of bed
And I make her morning tea
And I cook for her some toasted bread
As we sit here happily.

Then the morning comes to life
And the working day begins
Replacing all that's natural
With the weight of human din.

7 October 2013 @ 2109hrs.


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Little birdie in a tree

Little birdie in a tree

Little birdie in a tree
Singing your song just for me
Oh how wonderful you be
Filling me with mystery                                                                                                                                                            

You have no worries, have no care
Though danger it lies everywhere
A hawk flies over, off you flee
But soon you’re back here in this tree.

The human race could learn from you
Cause worry, worry’s, all they do
About the past, tomorrow too
They get themselves in such a stew.

Sweet little bird, I love your song
It’s in your world I do belong
With no tomorrows, just today
I always like to live this way.

15 February 2014 @ 1340hrs.









Details | Ballade | |

Such a peace filled morning

Such a peace filled morning

It’s such a peace filled morning
In these very early hours
I’m sitting by the river
And the river has the power
To take me into silence
That’s the only space to be
I’m sitting gazing lazily
And this morning pleases me.

The river is so calm and still
On this very early morn
The world is kind of soothing
Cause it be the birth of dawn
Some lazy ducks they float past me
As they blend in with the river
I feel such beauty in this scene
That nature does deliver.

A flock of seagulls fill the lawn
They make no noise at all
Their pure white feathers touched by sun
They look so beautiful
The sleepy trees on the other shore
Are waiting for the sun
To shine upon their feather leaves
On this morn that’s just begun.


Details | Quatrain | |

Autumn's Magic



On a day filled with autumn sunshine With colours so vividly displayed Painting a rich picture in texture and colour Stately pines, towering cliffs, a palisade Mother Nature's proudest achievements Unmatched by any of man's canvas Colours so rich, with so varied a palette A picture of serenity so infectious Absolute beauty that lasts only a short while But returns same time every year This ravishing beauty, nature's crowning glory The sight can bring one to tears People have called it autumn's magic That time of the year when we gasp At the vistas of our glorious surroundings I will revel in it's splendour to the last © Jack Ellison 2013


Details | Ballade | |

Creating words in the garden

Creating words in the garden

I’ve been sitting in the garden
It’s a lovely Sunny day
It’s supposed to be our winter
But I know she’s on her way
That spring season I love so well
I can feel it everywhere
So I’ve been sitting in the garden
Without one single care.

I took me notebook out with me
To try to write some stuff
Too soon I’d wrote four little poems
And then, I’d had enough
And so I went and made them safe
On my trusty word machine
Having been there in that garden
My world felt so serene.

In the presence of serenity
The words just flow on out
I don’t know where they come from
Somehow they come about
When I’m sitting in the garden
And beauty beckons me
It seems to be my inspiration
For creativity.

9 August 2013 @ 1624hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Winter's Charm

The first white snowflakes
A beautiful blanket spread
The charm of winter


My first haiku, for the Haiku 101 contest. Second Place.


Details | Romanticism | |

sleep in the stars

Sleep in the stars tonight
With me by your side
As we hug to the night
kissing and looking into each others eyes

the wind enchanting
as the trees dances to the tune
the leaves rise to groove
And the ocean looks to approve

sweet whispers in the air
of nature so fresh
so fragile
yet still there

i smile as i wake up
knowing she is still there
despite our dismal efforts 
she still cares

this is a poem of love
love for nature
because she cares

we have failed and cheated
but she is still there
rising gently like the morning sun
caring for the honey's comb


Details | Villanelle | |

From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands.
Comely words of comfort put the comma in the gray;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.

Hesitating white clouds meet the night`s dark commands,
But bring the dawn`s serenity for the a golden bay;
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

Luminous black jack oak stopped the moving sands;
The winding road might have danced on the hills` clay;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands


Recollections` last wave in the glass blowers` light stay,
Smiling from Spring Lake to Thistle Shimmer`s way, 
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands, 

Pine Barrens` silken grasses are kissed by birds of height,
Chateau Inn looks at the grave laurel and blueberry gay, 
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.
In Paradise, rivers flow under Blueberry Month` sight.


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The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





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Serenity

Serenity.

Lingering alone on my porch, 
leaning against the wooden railing.
Still feeling warm to the touch,
after retaining the heat from the day.

On a June evening, 
after the sun had gone down, 
just below the horizon.
The silhouette of the darkening tree-line, 
contrasting with the light still remaining
in the yellow-white sky, 
and streaked with lavender-blue clouds.

Barely warm, 
but with a slightly, cool breeze, 
blowing around my body.
Tickling my bare feet and my bare arms, 
and caressing my face.
Gently flowing it's invisible fingers through my long, golden-brown hair.
 
The essence of the roses, 
now peacefully asleep in the garden,
mingle with the scent 
of damp, green grass and the fresh, clear air.
Filling my lungs to capacity, 
when I close my eyes, and breathe in deeply.
Exhilarating my senses.

I hear no sound, 
except for a few birds singing somewhere off in the distance.
The chirping of one lonely cricket, 
just awakening in the early dusk.
And, the heavenly melody 
played upon the wind-chimes,
by a most talented breeze.

Serenity.


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Dawn in Pemberton


Dawn in Pemberton

It’s dawn, down here in Pemberton
The sky be thick with clouds
There is no sign of life round here
So far from frantic crowds
And all the hustle, bustle
  And the awful city din
This forest in the morning
Only silence does it bring.

Cicadas! do they ever stop?
They serenade the air
Non stop, though birds be silent
Can’t hear them anywhere
Refreshing misty rain floats down
Caressing my cool skin
As morning peace seeps into me
And thrills me deep within.

Those Jarrah trees, that all around
Stand tall like soldier men
They echo with the first bird’s call
And the music starts again
To herald in the brand new day
 Bringing in a summers morn
In the lovely tree filled forest land
Of this place called Pemberton. 


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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


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Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



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Looking tthrough my window

Looking through my window

I sit here in this lovely room
As Willy wagtail sings
Green parrots fly on past my window
And so much joy they bring
With their lovely whistling notes
And feathers all alive
As the morning sun peeps out
Cause the new day has arrived.

The sky is kind of grey today
Though the sun still lights the grey
I sit and look into the sky
There might be rain today
The olive trees out in the front
Are filled with morning bliss
As sun gives them a magic glow
How nice this morning is.

The flowers of so many colours
[There’s white, yellow, and blue
And red] they kind of fill my soul
And make me feel brand new
How very sweet this morning be
So filled with so much life
It fills my day with happiness
Obscuring all my strife.

3 May 2014 @ 0722hrs.


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God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.


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Beauty of nature



The colours are numerous, a fusion
mixed like an artists palette ready to paint a masterpiece
each enhances the others as in an embrace
a busy gnome is seen climbing out of the plant pots
trowel in hand, where the colourful impatiens tumble about
The pink and whites of the fuchsias, looking like tinkling bells
alongside the creams and pinks of roses as a bridal bouquet,
make the dahlia, showing burnt orange and peach,look like a glorious dessert,
blending in harmony, with a flowering weeping cherry tree in Tad's memory
sending all my senses into overdrive, lastly my ears to be enchanted by 
tinkling sound of the fountains
upliftingly setting the whole thing to music, 
as birds sing their thank you's
for this well stocked bird table



Penned 06/07/2014


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Serenity Beach

Mystic beauty of the sky,
high above the eagle cries.
Tranquil sands beneath my feet,
reminding me of nature's peace.
Blending beauty all in one,
with silent moments under the sun. 
The silence of Serenity Beach,
and calmness of the open sea,
whispers from the solem breeze.
Breathing in the salty air,
the wind brushes through my hair.
With tranquil moments under the sun,
soon this day is over and done.
Waves in tune with melodies,
and peacefulness surrounding me.


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Magical Nature

In beauty of nature we find His unique design
A magical formation that defies time.

Endless blue skies to the ocean's depths
Wonderful scenes that take our breath.

The sun rising fast where darkness turns to light
Or a sleeping world in the darkness of night.

It has a beauty like a real jewel
But at times can be callous and cruel.

In beauty of nature we find His unique design
A magical formation for all time.


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Everyday Magic

The sun breaking dawn in the morning,
That invisible stream called the breeze,
The blazing burnt sunset at nighttime,
What magical mysteries are these!

Even the pulse in the city:
With ornate neon signs all aglow,
Is a castle in the eyes of a child,
Filled with wonders only they could know.

Strange to think that there's everyday magic;
Quite unlike what we read in our books,
But the world is filled with such wonders
So long as we know where to look.


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Fragile

A promise breaking:
The sound of a snapping twig
Or butterfly wings


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Secret Directions to Jilliby Farm



Enter beside the hollow log mailbox.
Here the road leads through a profusion of leafy damp shadows.
Wild ferns are the underbrush
where Fairy Wrens flit from the slightest presence.
This driveway winds by towering bush gums flanked
on the other side by a paddock
thick with Kikuyu and other mixed grasses.
A dam  that reflects the passing clouds
is the central focus.
Wild ducks veer away whenever cars approach.

Way down - as far as the vision stretches
is a copse with  mysterious shadows that beckon.
Walk now, along contours formed by the water rush of many rains.
Feel the stress of life melt from every cell.
Birdsong has already worked its magic on your being -as well
as sunlight on your skin, and earth scents inhald deeply to your lungs.
Your heartbeat has fallen into the rhythm of the elements around.

You’ve reached the shadows of the copse- 
you’ll look up to a brilliant sky 
through the branches of tiny, spiky melaluca leaves.
Imagine giant broccoli and you are Alice
 looking for a Cheshire Cat. 
Your hands will linger on the tree trunks woven
with a plimsol lines of grass left by many years of floods.

These melaluca trees are brother-twined, rising
 from spongy islands, formed by countless accumulations 
of their own dead leaves.
Placid waters  reflect them, Narcissus-like,
 as clouds hang in their branches.
Below, water  lilies hide black roots
 in squishy, clay mud. 

 Following along the small islands of land,
 jumping from bank to bank, 
you will see tiny wild flowers, trailing vines and wild maidenhair ferns.

Suddenly, you will happen upon,
 a huge, grey Charoloais Bull 
grazing on a giant clump of grass.
 He will ignore you as you pass,
 if you circle wide enough.

Look over now to the homestead on high ground. 
 It beckons with a fireplace for frosty mornings
 and a swimming pool for scorching summers.

You’re in the Dooralong Valley
 and a Golden eagle soars above, so large,
 it can take an unprotected lamb.

Someone saw a huge, red-bellied, deadly, black  snake
 here in a pile of rubble, left by some land clearers.

Overnight, humongous spiders will build webs
 between trees to catch you unaware.

But not all is scary here. 
It only heightens the beauty. 
In the pink dawn, grey wallabies, with a sun halo along their fur
 will graze on dew-laden grass. 
 Kookaburras will laugh their kookalaugh
 and fill the valley with their jollity.


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As the daylight comes

As Daylight comes

The scented Eucalyptus tree
With Banksia by her side
Does shine beneath the fading sun
On this evening deified
As I watch the gleaming river flow
Past giant tingle trees
My mind fades into nothingness
To let the soul roam free.

This river, like a gentle dream
Creates serenity
To the ending of a perfect day
As I, Alone with me
Do venture where heart only goes
As soft green branches dance
With grace, upon the evening breeze
These surroundings to enhance.

A man below secures canoes
As small dog bold, and playful
Gives chase to ducks who waddle off
Then the evening growing cool
Brings on that silence only felt
At the ending of each day
I witness all with mind at ease
As blue skies fade to grey.


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SNOW



Divinity’s breath,  

           Purity's incarnation, 

                          Innocence's gala:

                                                  Snow!    




© Demetrios Trifiatis
 17 NOVEMBER 2014


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The Beauty Nature Has Created


~~

I walk into the hush of an icy forest this night,
     It surrounds my soul with its pure beauty;
My footsteps crunching in the clear white snow,
               Ice hangs from the maze of skeleton trees.

                      In this dripping frozen landscape.

In this magical beautiful forest lit by the stars,
     The ice chandeliers shine in the dark sky above;
Pristine snow in all directions, the tangle of bare branches,
                The forest solidified in beautiful time.

                       In this dripping frozen landscape.

I feel the coldness caress my soul with glacial fingers,
     There is a stillness and a deep silence all about;
Although water trickles in the labyrinth of tangled trees,
                   And I walk towards this beckoning sound.

                        In this dripping frozen landscape.

A snow covered stream flows although in places icy,
     Around jagged rocks it is broken in its dance;
I am in awe of the beauty that nature has created,
                     I stand listening to the ice and snow speaking.

                         In this dripping frozen landscape.



________________________________

Written July 30, 2013

Verse

For the contest, Calling all poems of Beauty, Poet Destroyer


 

                   



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Cry Of The Whippoorwill

The mist seems to be covering the cool water this morning
Just like my grandmother's quilt lying across her feather bed
The sun is breaking dawn, on the horizon brightly shining
As I hear the last cry of a whippoorwill and wonder what it said

The nighttime creatures have found their place for sleeping
In their burrows and on highest branches, some now are perching
The daytime comes alive with the sounds of all of those
Who simply prefer life in sunshine I suppose

The faint light of the stars turns into sunrise golden hue
Then the sky above goes from darkness to pale blue
The mist disappears as though it had never been
Perhaps just being absorbed back to where last night it began

The trees gently wave as if to say hello to a new day
White clouds roll across the sky in an entertaining way
Making pictures as they go for all who take the time to see
What to make of each is up to you and me

Now the sun starts sinking as the breeze begins to still
I can see the moon peeking over the far distant hill
I once again hear the lonely cry of a single whippoorwill
The mist re-appears and with stars the night sky does fill

©Donna Jones


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Australia day

Australia day


Its three PM Australia day
The day’s as hot as Hell
The budgies chirp delightfully
There’s a ringing like a bell
As the breeze kisses the wind chimes
And that sky, electric blue
It sends those sun beams crashing down
It’s damned hot! I tell you.

The world is wilting, woefully
Some plants look fit to die
That burning ball of energy
Above there in the sky
It tells the world “I’m here, I’m here!!”
As it flames with heavens power
And on the Rose shrubs in the yard
There just be dried up flowers.

It’s summer time, down under
One hundred plus degrees
I’m drinking beer and waiting, here
To feel that cooling breeze
That comes here after noon is done
To give the heat some ease
Then just a few short hours from now
The dusk might bring release




 


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I don't want to leave my HOME - 2

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


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Scarred Dusk

A wolf cries for the goddess of the night
in the distant hallows of sound,
yet reality's claws rips fantasy with fright
and dreams between its teeth, ground.

Still the dark of death has not yet settled
for dusk still bleeds,
the scarlet tears into lakes and rivers and seas mingled
like wrists slit to sign creeds.

Pain is not to last long
for time heals the slights
and mourning should turn to song,
but the days will die and so will lights.

Night approaches the threshold of time
and heaven's wounds are healing
in a show so sublime,
one notices not the danger's gleaming.

Finally the light gives up life.
The final breath slips out from it's husk.
Ominous and eerie, night's knife 
plunges into the heart of scarred dusk.


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Black Beauty

Like a shadow against the twilight
 The dark beast gallops gracefully
 Majestic. Mighty. Magnificent. 
His long, flowing mane and whipping tail
 Like banners unfurled in the wind
 As he crosses the verdant field
 Ablaze with golden dandelions
 His shiny, silky, dusky coat shimmers
 Like a sable spectre in the setting sun
 His raw, rippling Muscles 
His power and strength
 And a pure unbridled force
 Demand respect. 
His trot like thunder
 Echoes in the distance.
 His neigh, like the crepuscular call 
Of a wild, magical beast
 Reminds us that he is a perfect, living portrait 
Of his ancestors, the wild mustangs.
 Tempest is his name,
 And a torrential tempest flows 
Through his pulsating, pumping veins.


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Ugly shell, Inner Beauty

There once was a seed a little seed
A seed that was thought to be ugly indeed,
It went one day and hopped in the ground
hoping and praying for its luck to turn around ,
It wasn't long that before we knew
that seed was changing and that it grew,
it spouted up, morphed and stretched
it started to look less and less like a retch,
after a period it revealed itself and bloomed
Its beauty shined as it was released from its cocoon,
It was thought to be the greatest beauty around
That ever sprouted from the ground,
Now its happy and grateful for all its days
It's beauty shines bright in many ways.
 
 
 


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ROY G BIV

R-ed is the start of the rainbow's arch, while,
O-range is there to compliment, the
Y-ellow which is the brightest of all the rest, and contrast nicely with,

G-reen,   right there in the middle

B-lue is the preferred color of God, while,
I-ndigo  mixes blue and red, to bring out the,
V-iolet which captures the end.

So the next time you see a rainbow in the sky, 
you'll know the colors and the reasons why.


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Through my window

Through my window

I looked  out of my window
And the sight just spun me out
The day was filled with so much beauty
It was everywhere about
The garden it was all lit up
As the sun light bathed the trees
Such sweet power to my eyes
As leaves danced on the breeze

And me, I’m sitting having tea
My mind all calm and ease
The bliss of sweet tranquillity
All worries do appease
The only thing I want to do
Is to lose myself in this
It’s just a fleeting taste of life
Yet gives me so much bliss.

I turn a way, for one heartbeat
And the image it has gone
‘Oh please don’t let it be this way
Let it go on, and on!’
I beg, but this can never be
It’s never how it is
One can only take what comes
When it comes to tasting bliss.

12 July 2013 @ 1315hrs.


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Shades of Night

In the edge of darkness the mind has strange thoughts
As to what lurks behind things not seen
We can imagine the worse in our minds
Or simply sit back and listen to the sounds of the night
On the other hand we can have it give us fright
In the edge of darkness we can remain calm and cool
And drink in the dark surrounding our soul
What we cannot see can have the imagination
Hang on a bare thread 
The heart can have a moment where it feels
Like hammers drumming a solo  beat
Running scared and not sure from what
Take the beauty of the night now --- imagine
The full moon hanging low from the heavens
The stars twinkling lighting up the skies
The beauty of the northern lights dancing
Truly a spectacular view
So from sinister to it's own dark beauty
The night remains just what it seems to you.





21/07/12


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Australia was made for me

Australia was made for me.

Sometimes, I just like to be
All alone and fancy free
There with nature by a lake
Awareness totally awake
As I catch the whiff of a big gum tree
Green parrots they fly over me
I hear the Ravens lonely caw
And nature thrills me more and more.

I watch the lake a glimmering
Reflections to my mind she brings
There’s a kind of lovely gentleness
The breeze, my still form does caress
 As I walk upon the velvet grass
The power of nature oh, so vast
Does seep into the heart of me
Enthralling me with mystery

Some pounding kangaroos come by
There gracefulness, oh my, oh my!!
It stuns my mind, oh what a sight!
Such power does my soul delight
Such beauty, this Australia
It makes my sense of wonder stir
No grander place I could foresee
This sacred land was made for me.

8 May 2014 @ 1235hrs.





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CLOUDS

Candyfloss puffballs
Popping up like white mushrooms 
Blocking out sunshine 


07~27~14
In The Clouds
Sponsored by Poet
Destroyer A
~awarded 1st place~


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I sit and meditate

As I sit and meditate

It’s so early in the morning
As I sit and meditate
And look into the core of me
The feeling is real great
As I feel the silence everywhere
The wagtail sings his song
And the fountain plays its merry tune
Though the silence is still strong.

I ask myself the question
What’s it feel like to be me?
Who am I, oh, who am I?
I ask, as I just be
The answer never seems to come
I get a glimpse, that’s all
Yet all the lovely mystery
Is oh, so wonderful.

With the meditation over
I sit and write a song
As my muse, she shows her face
I can feel her presence strong
When the mind is filled with silence
To write is such a breeze
The words they just flow out of me
With so much wondrous ease.

12 January 2014 @ O520hrs.


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My morning story

Morning story

Here’s my story of the mornings
This be my perfect time of day
First I must do my meditation
I would not start, no other way
When this is done, I greet the morning
With my feet like feathers filled
Walking down the sleepy highway
Or walking round some velvet field

No daily noise, it can be heard now
Human kind they sleep so sound
In being swathed in morning softness
Oh such solace can be found
Sky alight with loves pure beauty
Little dots there passing by
Morning magic, it be coming
As night time begins to die

Soon the creatures will be coming
The morning will fill up with song
Birds will say their morning prayers
And all the world will just belong
The fountains with their melody
Will join in with that happy crowd
All the silence will be shattered
Yet still be here, so sweet and loud.

Then the day comes crashing in
Voices, voices every where
It’s another magic moment
The whole world knows when day is there
Better get my mind to doing
Let’s write down a song or two
All the world is filled with magic
Each moment it be so brand new.

29 June 2013 @ o545hrs.



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Bird Song

The birds sing a song

On a tree that is very high

Music fill the air


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True Beauty

Back to the jungle once again
A long journey has come to an end
Over the clouds, through the hills
and down the river I have came
Everything is a little different
But somewhat the same
 
Here lie a people that used to be slaves
It was on this river they made their escape
Here they built houses of wood and stone
And created a place they could call their own
They make their living off the land
By the work of many strong hands
 
They have built this vibrant community
That my eyes have been privileged to see
By a glance all I may see is poverty
By a closer look, I now see true beauty
And not merely the endless scenery
or the luscious foliage and greenery
 
But in the people I have come to serve
And in turn who I have let serve me
In ways it feels, I truly don’t deserve
So listen closely, let me tell you a story
 
Mothers and daughters down by the water
Beating laundry with paddles, the sun grows hotter
I approach with my boots covered in junk
I place them in the water with a soft plunk
 
I attempt to remove the thick red clay  
she takes them from me and washes away
She scrubs until there is no sign
of any speck of dirt or grime
 
Thank you very much is all I can say
I now ponder would I do the same?
If the situation were reversed
Do I really believe the first will be last
And the last will be first?
 
Can I honestly say that I would choose
to take the grimy, muddy, dirty shoes
of a foreigner I hardly even know?
Would I humble and bring myself low?
In all honesty I really don’t know
 
But therein lies the true beauty, 
I now see
Amidst what appears by a glance,
 to be poverty
So don’t merely judge by what you see,
 but believe
that beyond the poverty,
 there may be
A true beauty, yet to be seen




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The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

Getting set for the big event
The good folk do their stuff
They beat the earth with sticks, do they?
With their little dogs so tough 
They flush those pheasants from the scrub
So all can have some fun
Killing them with smiling faces
As they fire beloved guns.

Then as the pheasants in a panic
They bolt into the sky
Our hero’s with their guns in hand
Make sure that hundreds die
As the air is filled with the cracking sounds
As birds fall all around
Just so these fools can get there jollies
These corpses cover ground.

I wonder sometimes if these hero’s
Have any souls at all
That they could get such satisfaction
Doing these acts so cruel
Sometimes it leaves me speechless
At the way folk get their pleasure
Killing beauty just for fun
Is an ugly kind of leisure.

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs




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Poppy Fields

awash in crimson
colour and smell permeate
intoxicating


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Nannup night

Nannup Night

The rain has fallen heavily
The night feels so serene
Insect noises in the silence
Are heard, though choir’s unseen
In the mystic, magic darkness
I see those fading trees
Drops of rain caress my skin
As they ride upon the breeze.

I sit here on this cosy porch
As the velvet night grows deeper
Though TV murmurs droningly
The peace within does stir
With city life now left behind
Here in this sweet retreat
My silent soul, it whispers to me
And life seems so complete.

No yellow moon reflects the sun
And lights up velvet sky
No shadows cast by its soft glow
The dark night passes by
It be the touch of mystery
That rules this sombre night
And lets Lord darkness strut it’s stuff
Till morning sun shines bright.

2007.


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I, Alone

I, alone,
Have felt this pain 
That you have been hiding from me...
Stinging me with abhorrence...like acid rain
That pours fourth envy and strife in the wilderness
I, alone,
Have been inflicting pain upon myself - I just had to address

I, alone,
Have bottled-up my emotions forever it seems
Bringing me down...dragging me down
In a dark, murky trench...the sun beams

WHY do the sun not shine on me? 
I, alone,
Can't bear my affliction 
...all alone...
This solitude will 
always hover around me...
The reason is still unknown
My mind is blown...
I'm surprised how much I've grown

I, daily,
Wish and pray for a brilliant future
For you...Remember, friend of mine - 
To shine with confidence like the sun
REMEMBER, friend of mine:
You are never alone no matter what

I, alone, 
Have experienced and felt your suffering...

You and I
Have to work together
And help each other along the way - 

Are you willing to accept my offering? 


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Island in the Sea

Waters never tell a lie
When silent Ghost ships sail on by,
Underneath the starlit sky
Sometimes how they seem to fly
And try to land on thee.
Butterflies do grace this land.
Not one footprint spoils your sand.
Palms like soldiers standing grand
On my island in the sea.

Winds from north at your front door
Caressing you for evermore.
Foamy suds they line your shore
From waves that come and go encore
And gently flow on thee.
A waterfall streams on your hill
Crashing down your waters spill;
As I know they always will
On my island in the sea.

In the meadow stallions run,
Knowing soon this day is done.
Birds are soaring having fun
Watching a glorious setting sun
Going down on thee.
Quietly the song of whale 
Echoes softly in your Dale,
As night time brings its darkening veil
On my island in the sea.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
BGMH
08.28.2014
1st


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Into the Sunlight

It is the divine time again,
where my eyes gain
an opportunity to see the sky
fiery, as though the sun
has poured its energy 
on the stars, causing a fiery
reaction that is beautiful, and doesn't burn......



Date:06/06/2014


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Autumn Blessings - Blessed Heart


Feel chill in the******air everywhere Fall is wonderful******and you can have fun Cause in so many ways is different from The other three seasons and there's just none Like fall you can see the trees changing Colours as they show beautiful hues Sometimes you can smell cinnamon Which lingers in the air with Pumpkin pie in the mix Children have fun Play with leaves That covers Ground. Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 10.5.2014


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From darkness to light

From darkness to light

A Kookaburra, laughs out loud
In these early morning hours
Darkness, it holds back the day
It hides the dawns sweet power
And the beauty that is all around
In the flowers and the trees
Yet very soon the morn will come
And the darkness it will cease.

Some magpies warble tunefully
They know that very soon
The light will soon come seeping in
And day will hide the moon
As yellow orb, the mighty Sun
Will herald in new day
Then black cockatoo’s they fill the sky
 Big birds with noisy ways.

Then soon A Willy Wagtail sings
Green parrot joins their song
As sun peeps through the Banksia trees
And the winter night, so long
Is gone, the morning comes alive
Honey Eaters come to feed
As trees, and flowers, show themselves
And fill in me a need.

24 June 2014 @ 0650hrs.


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Crystal Winter

Crystal lines with their
sparkling sides glistening in
early morning light.

Evergreen, dripping with heavy white blankets.

Rabbits hiding in their snug little
boroughs, safe from the chill.

Snow rising high, into drifts and mounds that dwarf the trees.

The sun glitters off everything,
magnified by the icy prisms.

A red cardinal perched upon a silvery-green bough.
Ever watchful, welcoming winter with his cranberry plumage.

A crystal winter in the tranquil forest land.


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Spirit of Earth

O Spirit of Earth
I imagine you in all things
Alive in the sparkle of ocean, lake and stream 
In misty veils that hang on dawn like  lavender dreams

Spirit of Earth I’ve seen your breath arise
in secret places where clouds are formed
I’ve heard your silvery laughter as another stream is born
In magical forests that call forth flowers and leaves

In opal skies that cycle clouds to rebirth every Spring
Sweet Spirit of Earth lying in banks of blue flowers
Wonder, dream, and delight –these are your words
Words that bid new mountains rise,

convoluting deep confessions, like spells in violet eyes
in dark realms is your Spirit waiting to arise.
Like a collage of beauty- Spirit of Earth
with all your unknown mysteries

Your wisdom of renewal flowing through all things
Death is your slumber of symphonies unsung
Spirit of Earth in dreaming sleep,
awaken your miracles – remain forever young 

 
Suzanne Delaney




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Leaves at Dawn

Leaves at Dawn
Leaves at dawn show off dark silvery sparkling charms, like chandelier earrings dripping with diamond dew drops.
In shifting shadows, leaves at dawn silently contemplate sneaky spiders scurrying from leaf to leaf, craftily spinning and weaving widespread webs, hoping to trap a tasty treat.
A wee bit weary from blowing to and fro in the cool night wind, leaves at dawn faintly quiver, deeply inhaling and exhaling, relishing their own brand of nature’s musky wild woodsy perfume.
Delightfully dizzy, leaves at dawn are still drowsy and dreamy until gently awakened by the enchanting kiss of the sweet, warm early morning sun.
Entered in contest, "Leaf, feather, Shell, or Flake," sponsored by Andrea Dietrich (8-7-2014).


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Spring is on its way

Spring is on its way 

Spring is really on its way
It’s such a lovely, lovely day
The sun it shines so very brightly 
Oh, spring, it really does delight me

The birds they flit from tree to tree
They sing there songs delightfully
They know that spring is in the air
It seems that joy is everywhere.

The fish are racing round, and round
Because some female they have found
They want to keep there kind a going
As sensuality is growing

Oh, when spring is in the air
 The whole world seems to have no care.

4 July 2014 @1040hrs.


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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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Pacific Ocean

Beautiful water
Calm like the heavenly light
Beautiful waves


Details | Ballade | |

The black Cockatoos

The big birds come
Those big black Cockatoos
They crowd the skies with wings outspread
So many of them too
Their piercing cries fill all the air
These beasts so powerful
They seem to rule the deep blue sky
With no trouble at all.

These truly wondrous birds
They alight upon a tree
All filled with nutty Banksia fruits
That sway in the morning breeze
Then with a lot of noise
They fight and carry on
And feed upon those Banksia nuts
Till all these fruits are gone.

Then when these guys are done
Again they fill the sky
As they fly off with their piercing cries
Till soon the noise does die
As they move off to some distant trees
Far from the sight of me
And I’m left to ponder on these birds
And all their majesty


Details | Quatrain | |

Metamorphosis of a Butterfly

Laid as an egg on a leaf by your mother
you patiently awaited Nature's magic spell
In a few days you became a caterpillar
then calmly chewed your way out of the shell

You feasted on the leaves as you grew each day
shedding your skin when it became too tight
Then attached yourself to a safe spot to stay
in a self-made cocoon to keep out of sight

Safe in the shelter of your silken enclosure
you matured to a fully developed pupa
Within which the body of the caterpillar
was transformed into a glorious winged creature

You split the enclosure when the time was right
and then crawled into the outside world slowly
Your wings expanded and they became bright
while the air exposure strengthened your body

At last you stood with opened gossamer wings
glistening with glorious colours of the rainbow 
Whose beauty brightens up the surroundings
and lifts the human spirit wherever you go


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The Waterfall

natural staircase 
water forms moving carpet 
ushering nature 


Details | Ballade | |

The soul of the bull

The Soul of the Bull.


The one with Taurus in her chart
She’s loyal, tough and strong
She likes to spend each day in peace
To the earth she does belong
Patience is a trait of hers
And she loves to laze around
But if one chose to anger her
An enemy they’ve found.

She’s steady in each thing she does
And she’s good with her hands
She likes to be the silent one
She makes no strong demands
Possessiveness, this be her fault
She holds on much too tight
She must have her security
Before her life feels right.

Down to Earth, with common sense
This be the way she be
And willpower she has indeed
A hoarder so is she
She gives affection to her friends
And listens to their woes
And everyone who gets to know her
For her, their love just glows.

23 may 2013@0458hrs.


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In paradise

In Paradise

She sits within a paradise
Near fruits of orange hue
Upon a book, so gaze her eyes
Beneath the sky so blue

The birds in wonderful delight
Sing in this morning hour
Beneath the sun so softly bright
She feels life’s gentle power

Then her eyes they softly close
Her mind goes very still
This lady [ such a precious rose]
Such wonder she does feel

The birds, the flowers all around
Become a misty haze
Another paradise she’s found
Which her, it does amaze.

She feels a presence everywhere
Her heart begins to sing
As she bathes within a joy so rare
That only God can bring.

15 July 2014 @ 1020hrs.

    For Isaiah's contest 'A poem in Paradise'


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

Cherry blossoms

Cherry tree blooms love
Its beam flowers invite sight
And mood shower tail.







4/9/2013
Inspired by and enterd into: 
Black Eyed Susan's "1 Cherry Blossom Haiku" Contest 


Details | Triolet | |

Summer Days

Summer Days Summer days brings us very hot weather But the days cool down 'gain when it depart. Hear birds, see the butterflies, and heather. Summer season brings us very hot weather. There is fun and lots of sun altogether. Enjoy sunshine very bright for most part. Summer days brings us very hot weather But the days cool down 'gain when it depart. Written: September.25.2014 Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo Contest: one new Triolet


Details | Imagism | |

RUSSIAN MOUNTAIN

Sacred and pristine Russian mountain;
here I am to ponder on your beauty;
From photographing you I cannot abstain!
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.

Dear Russian mountain: 5861 miles plus
19 hours it took me to reach your home,
surrounded by nature. I am not a wuss!
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.

Russian mountain, -30 F
don't deter me from being here. I don't
care if I frezee. This is sheer delight!
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.

Russian mountain, make heart glad and gay!
If you were able to speak today
I wouldn't understand a iota of what you say!
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.

Russian mountain sacred and pristine.
Mountaineers and explorers from abroad
come to visit you because you are alpine!
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.

Russian mountain pristine and sacred.
We won't find you in an amusement park;
because you're only here, blue and red.
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.

There's no one like you in Spokane!
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.


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Snow

Glistening powder
Floats down cold wet powdered glass
Shimmers on the ground.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 37

wide and warm, where I lay
sleeping beneath
blue blanket nebula


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Beyond midnight

Beyond midnight

It’s way beyond the midnight hour
About three am in the morning
No moon, it shines there in the sky
Way before the day is dawning

A blessed feeling touches me
As I walk the morning streets
As stars they shine in the velvet sky
And the whole world feels complete

There’s no one here, but Bear and I
As we quietly walk together
As rain caresses face and hands
Oh, I love this rainy weather.

There’s nothing like these early hours
Everything seems pure and clean
As the silence seeps into my soul
And my world feels so serene.

28 July 2013 @ 1300hrs.


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I need no magic

I need no magic

I was granted one days magic
By the power who rules the all
One day to wish for anything
Yet life is beautiful!!

I live in a world filled with magic
Every moment is so sweet
What more could I ever want
When all is so complete?

The sun it shines up in a sky
Though clouds might mar its view
The birds they sing a magic song
Each moment is brand new

The trees they dance upon the breeze
The flowers look so bright
Oh everything is wonderful
My life is pure delight

So I don’t need no magic
All I’ll ever need is joy
This I have a thousand fold
And naught can this destroy

22 June 2014 @ 1145hrs.

Written for Freddie Vee's contest 'one days magic,


Details | Free verse | |

Nemora Sacra - Sacred Forests

Many forms of life populates
this watery planet where much
of it still remains to be found.
Trees as tall as buildings, flowers
that catch the essence of beauty,
animals of the strangest form that
they defy belief and plants that
have the ability to heal all wounds.
Still much of this life remains
locked up in forests that are larger
than the eye can see.
Sadly man is scarring the land with
destruction thus life is either
depleted or lost entirely only
to become a fairy-tale of what
could have been. 
These sacred forests are home
to all sorts of life regardless
of how small but still man decides
to take what it wants forgetting
the laws of life – you take without
thinking and consequences will arise.
Someday these sacred forests will be
gone only leaving a barren landscape
where beauty does not exist.
But beauty is resilient for land
never remains barren for long
for life is ever healing the
scars that man creates but sadly
once a life form has gone it has
no way of coming back for man
has erased its being from this
watery planet but still seeds
are spread by the wind, water 
and carried by life itself to
almost every part of the land that
has become our home.
As time passes by sacred forests
sprout once more and life once
again secretly evolves providing
man with another chance to change
its ways.


Details | Rhyme | |

Wild Mushroom

Sunrise greeting me with a wink
Off to explore this splendid site
Her beauty surrounds as I think

The tall grass swaying in the breeze
The lovely songbirds in the trees
Being one with nature is so grand

Picking wild mushrooms to be canned
Orange, yellow and even a few pink
Growing all over this mighty land

Stopping at the clear babbling brook
Take my shoes off, go for a swim
Refreshed after the dip I took

I lay in the grass by your side
Butterflies are fluttering by
Nature's creatures no longer hide

Squirrels are scampering up a tree
Eagles are soaring way up high
What wonderment in front of me

Sunset has arrived before long
Perfectly ending my great day
Birds singing me a night time song


Nature 3 contest
Tim Smith
5/19/2014


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View from a Hill

Oh, I get such a lovely thrill
looking out from the top of a hill
The view is very heavenly
enchanting me with its beauty

Watching the clouds in the sky
I see them slowly drifting by
Some of them are white and fluffy
making me feel bright and cheery
Some are shaped like animals
A horse, a whale and other mammals

Looking down in the valley below
Trees are bathed with the sunshine's glow
Water in the stream that's flowing
is crystal clear and glistening

Yes, the view from the top of a hill
certainly gives me a lovely thrill



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Return to the Womb

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


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England,My Country

 The rolling hills so green and tender
 Mountains on high i will always remember
 Colours of the seasons so fresh in my mind
 All of the beauty so easy to find
 This is England,the country i live
 The country i would die for,the country i love

 The fields the forest the mountain stream
 The hills the dales the lakes agleam
 Scent of summer so strong on the breeze
 My land of beauty thats so hard to leave
 This is England the country i adore
 Home of truth,faith,hope much more

 And if the time comes then leave it i shall
 To a foreign country an unknown land
 Where the thoughts of England will always remain
 In Gods own country ,Gods domain

 


Details | Haibun | |

Surreal Nature

The year was 2007. Our trip was  to explore villages deep in the mountains, 
pristine lakes, rivers flowing fast through the mountains in mind. We forgot 
nuances of photography in these exotic location, we took enough time in all 
the locations to let the experience sink in, and come back enriched with tales
of a terrain that is much isolated from the modern world.

One of the still unexplored and insanely beautiful stretch of the Indian Himalayas,
Spiti is a valley of stark landscapes and high snowy peaks stretching to the sky.
Gurgling rivers and crystal clear lakes dot the highlands of Lahaul, while an ancient civilization has survived for nearly a thousand years and has preserved its culture
against the onslaught of modernity in Spiti.,.


Short and easy walks,
Deep in the Himalayas
Rivers flowing fast.

Exotic Spiti
Gurgling rivers pristine lakes
Its culture preserved

====================================================
Date : 19-9-13
4th place win in
Contest: Haibun form by Broken wings


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Secret Place

As I walked through the trees
in the far distance I could hear
a rumbling yet tinkling noise
drawn towards the lovely sound

I moved into deeper denser woods
few sun patches can reach through
cold and dank, the air feeling icy
chilled to the bone I carry onward

When suddenly to my wonderment
I break through into a glade of fancy
the noise explained as cascading down
the waters seem to laugh, giggle and dance

Flumes of mist and steam arise
as the falling waters land on rocks
a small lagoon completes the vision
before me is stretched a paradise

A rainbow shines within the falls
and utter peace surrounds it all
a beautiful and secret hidden place 
I walk away knowing I can return

That it will be there when I need solace
when I am weary and tired by life
here I will come to repair my soul
and give myself over to its harmony


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SUNSET

SUNSET
(I am back!)

Sunset:
An infinite canvas 
Stretched across the horizon of
Dusk's aspirations, 
Magnificently displayed in 
Innumerable hues of
Day’s DREAMS! 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
    26 January 2013


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Grey days

Scorching sun and 
burning ground
No more blossom rose 
around
No drop from the sky
No thunder other than 
sounds-
Patch of sands like desert
island
No trench for the spy.


Details | Lyric | |

God help the foolish

God help the foolish

Everywhere I go
The trees grow oh, so tall
The birds, they whistle cheerily
It’s all so wonderful
This world is filled with beauty
To feast the eyes upon
God help us all when all of this is gone.

Some folk worship money
They have no other view
Short sighted is the way they look
They never see what’s true
Destroying untold beauty
For the power of owning all
They are killing everything that’s beautiful

God help the foolish
They know not what they do
They bring down forests to the ground
God help those crazy few
Where will they get their oxygen
When all the trees are gone
God help them with their foolish carry on.

A world without the beauty
Of trees, and birds, and flowers
Would crush one’s soul so heavily
Why do they need this power?
Oh, what’s the good of money
If this is all there be?
This planet dies, as I watch helplessly.


Details | I do not know? | |

Beauty walked by your side

Beauty walked by your side
With a rose in her left hand,
The wind chased her steps
Kissing softly her proud face,
The moon dove on the horizon with silent joy…
 
Fleeting tears drip on the sea,
As dawn blushes fair and shy,
Waves taking them to the shore
then the foam soaks the land,
the sun warms the sand where an old sailor lays…
 
In the woods we hear a cuckoo,
Hidden in the midst of pine trees,
On a hollow, sleeps an old owl
Dreaming with a Parnassian dale,
A butterfly leaves her cocoon for the first and last time…
 
Beauty I see, Beauty blinds me,
Clad on black and clad on white.
Again the spring will bloom anew,
As long the stars insist to shine
Beauty will never leave you while wandering with me.


Details | Rispetto | |

Walking by the lake

Rispetto

Walking by the lake

Whilst walking by the lake today
I heard the birdsong loud and gay
The sky was blue, and beautiful
There was such perfume in the air
From honeysuckle everywhere
I heard a lonely ravens call
Whilst waking by the lake today
I heard the birdsong loud and gay

I felt that God did walk with me
Life was brim filled with mystery
This lake it gave me so much joy
This feeling nothing could destroy
Whilst walking by the lake today
I heart the birdsong loud and gay


19 November 2014


Details | Free verse | |

The Garden

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

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

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

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

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

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

Walk with me through this garden.


Details | Terza Rima | |

Forest Stroll

I take a stroll one fine fall day
And stop to look around
Forest life is always at play

Listening to sweet forest sound
So many things for me to see
Looking above or on the ground

Squirrels that jump from tree to tree
Sending leaves flying through the air
One leaf comes floating down on me.

So serene no sorrow nor care
Can plague me when walking here
It's beauties in fall so rare

Sweet forest in my heart held dear
You are medicine for my soul
I feel your presence ever near

A dear runs fast his eyes like coal
He looks so frightened rushing by.
To run from me his only goal

So many treasures within you lie
And here I'm close to Him
Looking down or to the sky

Even though here lights are dim
I feel the peace in every limb.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.05.2014
1st place win 


Details | Couplet | |

CRIMSON SKY



Looking at the horizon
Sky turned into crimson

Feeling of great happiness
Winds blows with sweet caress

Amazing God’s creation
To the nature’s temptation

Pouring with fantastic view
Birds flying with lovely show

Sun may set for a while
But my lips will smile

Beautiful night to hail
With crimson sky I will sail




May 18, 2013
For S.K.A.T's "Crimson Sky" Contest
6TH PLACE WINNER






Details | Epigram | |

TWILIGHT



Day’s farewell caress, 
        
           Night’s welcome embrace,                          

                    Sky's supreme enchantment:

                                                             Twilight!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
 18 NOVEMBER 2014


Details | Ballade | |

Evening lullaby

Oh hear thee well the music
It’s the Maggies lullaby
They’re warbling in that Banksia tree
As the day begins to die.
And their haunting goodnight serenade
Says goodbye to the day
As the Sun lies down to sleep the night away.

Just four weeks from our Spring
My heart feels so alive
As I’m sitting on my garden seat
It be an hour since five.
And as those maggies hush their song
The fountain carries on
She’ll still be heard when all be hushed and gone.

Six Buddha’s seem to sense the silence
There’s a certain kind of glow
As I melt into the evening time
And  swim within the flow.
And the evening says “it’s time to rest
Until the blessed morn
Now each must die, on the morrow be reborn”.

17 July 2004


Details | Haiku | |

Beautiful Reflections

inverted landscape
on waters tranquility 
natures artistry


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

The silk like blossoms

That bloom in the night time air

It captures moonlight


Details | Ballad | |

Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy I call him Fred
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always  does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{]I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.











Details | Rhyme | |

Treasure House

Your treasure house oh Father is filled with many gem
priceless stones and gold and silver found within men
costly and refined cut to beauty rich and rare
they will form your church founded on Jesus loving care

A peaceful and mild spirit are ones that you seek
those who hunger for righteousness pure in heart and meek
those knowing your instruction their spirits must be filled
who mourn and for your sake like prophets have been killed

The gift you give where holy spirit lives for a creation new
what you mold has been foretold your children character hew
all will abide where you reside your will within a few
they will not falter but to the alter life's sacrifice so true

You have washed them clean and bright
removed their darkness and it's night
they live their lives with your Law in sight
to do your will and please you do delight

Each precious gem it's clarity no inclusion or flaw
must reflect the Light so clear and fulfill all your law
how could one hope to please and God be Loving True
if he hates his brother and what's harmful continue

There is beauty in the Truth the heart can never miss
facets crystal clear and bright the sight cannot resist
God has raised from living stone children of Abraham
from every nation upon the earth with Jesus take their stand

Their life is the Truth to nothing else will submit
for all of mans pleasure himself to benefit
you have formed them from the day they were born
unto the Truth and Love their lives must conform

And you oh Father are their glass of wine
to have been grafted in upon the Vine Divine
you have given the taste upon the bread of Truth
like every child you have fed them from their youth

sources Isaiah 54 Matt. chptr 5 ICor.3:10-15 
Galatians 1:10 IITim 2:19-21 IIPet. 2:4-5
Apocalypse 21:10-27

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Wrekin, Ercall

As I sit and stare in wonder
Out toward that high green yonder
Wrekin, Ercall hills on view
Covered in green of every hue

In spring and summer this you see
A wonderful sight you would agree
Then autumn’s russet colours creep
Leaves fall and form a carpet deep

In winter white snow blankets all
This Shropshire landmark stands so tall
Its structure is of volcanic rock
Yet there is a story that may shock

They say a giant was walking with a shovel of earth
Met a cobbler who was wide of girth
The giant said he was going to Shrewsbury to bury it deep
The cobbler emptied his bag of worn shoes and did weep

I’ve worn out all the shoes walking from Shrewsbury town
The giant he sighed and tossed the spade full of earth down
So was born the Wrekin and Ercall, a tale I would love to believe
As I sit here in wonder, as my eyes behold and receive

I’ve seen it from childhood to an adult grown
I wonder if these feelings I have are my own
Or can others see the beauty that I behold every year
When I die will the Wrekin or Ercall shed even a tear?


Details | Sonnet | |

night dawns

Night dawns

He sat
          The faded plastic chair creaked
           Fading  sunlight turned  bronze
He noticed
          The sun slide slowly towards the horizon 
          Drifting in the dark blue sky
          Flocks of Geese floating V’s waving goodbye
He shivered 
          A cloud momentarily blocking the sun 
         As  Orange and brown leaves fall silently to the ground 
He watched 
           Waves of blue and green sparkle a million ways 
           Tiny and warm,  lapping the shore
He felt 
           Smooth golden sand , warm and dry
           Gleam white ,Under the feet 
             The wind tug gently as it passes by
He wrote
           As swimsuits , bikinis and bare feet strolled merrily by
          And  Colored umbrellas reflected the sky
          While Swallows soar and dive 
He heard 
           The sun hiss into waters clean and clear
           Butterflies dance in the sky 
           Darkness land softly on tiptoes and feet
           Daylight sleep and night fall
He sat
            As the stars twinkle on a bed of black velvet lace
            And slept , peaceful and deep
           While the cycle renewed


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ocean motion

rock me on the waves
    let me frolic with dolphins-
        magic to behold




written April 11th 2013
by Deb Wilson


Details | Terzanelle | |

Impressions of Grace

The sky shines brightly as that on her face There’s many colors that are formed within This sight sure impresses me of its grace The reflection shows off what is open There’s gorgeous light from up in the Heavens There’s many colors that are formed within There are small specks of light, the stars of when A formed beauty only shown just at night There’s gorgeous light from up in the Heavens The stars, though not reflected, are still light I feel in awe with the sight of the scene A formed beauty only shown just at night The atmosphere is calm as in between The Heavens and the Earth align tonight I feel in awe with the sight of the scene I touch the lake thus to ripple a sight The sky shines brightly as that on her face The Heavens and the Earth align tonight This sight sure impresses me of its grace
Russell Sivey Contest: Heaven Sent poems / poems of "Grace" old/new Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A 5/10/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Blue Ridge Mountain Overlook

While, alone, I gaze upon this splendored sight
the true meaning of Nature's spectacle is somehow lost.
I will leave with emptiness inside my heart, for, these
wonders of beauty are best seen and appreciated when
shared by two souls.

So, should you chance to pass this way alone and
long to share this sight, I leave an echo of my
heartbeat so you may capture the true beauty and
meaning of God's splendor.

Pause, and in meditation, let our spirits look
together at this splendid sight. Then leave with peace
of mind knowing that another kindred soul has passed
this way and you need not feel alone.


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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | Ballade | |

There's a power up above

There’s a power up above

Sometimes I just feel
Like a birdie in a tree
Singing out with sweetest joy
A lovely melody
When it shines so softly
And the morn is waking up
All the love within my heart
It over flows the cup.

What is this lovely feeling?
I’ve no idea at all
All I know is when it comes
It feels so wonderful
There’s a power up above
That fills my heart and soul
When the dawn sets sky alight
It makes me feel so whole.

I’ve never had no money
I have no worldly wealth
I’m not too big on brains, and stuff
I suffer through my health
But when that sun comes shining through
At the lovely break of dawn
Something oh so powerful 
Is deep within me born.

13 May 2014 @ 0836hrs.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sacred Mother Earth- Colors Of Nature

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Landscape

Chirping sound of insects echoing,
Resonance of such is ever so soothing,
Enhancing the beauty of the surrounding.
Distinctive landscape encompassing,
Illuminating loving-kindness so calming,
Totally immersed in such a surrounding.

Passing clouds fade along the horizon,
Alluring sunset radiates a mystic neon.
Swirling waves crafted a forsaken cave,
Superb scenery of such is indeed a rave.
Expectation of beauty is well surpassed,
Defying Aristotle's logic and his glory past.


Details | Ballade | |

Sipping tea

Sipping tea

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink, and red, and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.


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I Miss - 2

The Soothing Voice of the babbling brook
The Albino deer hiding in a forest knook
The Humming bird zipping from flower to flower
The colorful change of nature from hour to hour
The Beauty of Sunrise, melting mountain dew
The Beauty of Sunset, with Rainbows of hue









Details | Rhyme | |

Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


Details | Haiku | |

Gone with the wind

Many proud mountains
Worn to insignificance--
Just gone with the wind


Details | Ballade | |

I love this freedom

I love this freedom

Oh, how I love this freedom
My crutches thrown away
I’m visiting these wetland trails
Though the hips not quite okay
And hurts a bit if I walk too far
But it’s so wonderful
To feel the sweetness of the lake
Though the weather is quite cool.

The lake is filled right to the brim
The rains are here again
There’s magpies, wagtails, doves and larks
It’s like I am insane
Insane with joy to walk these trails
I need me nothing more
Than walk beside this lovely lake
It’s the place that I adore.

Two ravens fly above my head
Green parrots they alight
To have a feed on the lush green grass
The whole world seems so bright
As I walk through wet, green grass
Oh what a lovely scene
Here by this lake so beautiful
Where the world is so serene.

27 June 2014 @ 0835hrs.





Details | Cinquain | |

This Song -Cinquain,Haiku,Cinquain

( Modern Cinquain/Haiku/Modern Cinquain) This song I hear in the Wind moves me sadly so much As the rain dresses the ground with Dead leaves Now the trees are bared Announcing the birth of white snow And the end of fall Right now There's only this cold Burning my heart so hard But soon I'll hear a brand-new song I know. Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright2007 September,24,2014


Details | Personification | |

The Flower

Wither,
Wither and die,
Said I, to the flower,
Your purpose in life is what?

To beautify,
To beautify the land?
Inquired I of the flower,
Would that be your reason for existence?

Wither,
Wither and die,
Commanded I to the flower,
Should your beauty forever live?

Answer,
Answer me!
Pleaded I to the flower,
What has your destiny shown?

Should your beauty thrive?
Should your beauty thrive forever?
Wondered I of the flower,
Or should the Earth wither and crumble?

Wither,
Wither and die I shall,
Said the flower to me,
Should I live forever, only you may know.


Details | Ballade | |

The big black cokatoo

Big black Cockatoos

Weeeh!, weeeh! Weeeh!
The big black birds arrive
The biggest Cockatoo’s around
So wild, and so alive
They touch my heart like poetry
As they glide high in the air
I am stunned by all their majesty
As they come from everywhere.

Thirty, forty, fifty
I count, then I lose score
They fill the sky, these big black birds
So many times before
They have flown above my head
As they come both morn and night
And fill me up with blessed awe
As I wonder at their might.

They alight upon the trees
All filled with Banksia flowers
Then tear the trees to pieces
With the force of all their power
As I wonder at these mighty birds
And feel them touch my soul
I let all their magnificence
Join the dusk to make me whole.


Details | Acrostic | |

Embracing Earth


Embracing Earth

Embracing Earth I write this poem
Me, looking at the morning glowing
Being lost in flowers and trees
Reeling from life’s mystery
Air all filled with sweet bird song
Clearly it’s where I belong
Inspired By all life’s mystic charm
Nicely filled with peace and calm
Gleaming, feeling free from harm

Embracing Earth, I feel life’s power
And all those magic colored flowers
Really, they’re so beautiful
The sun shines down as the rain does fall
While fish swim in the shiny pool.

5 July 2014 @ 1535hrs.

Written for Andreas 'choose your Acrostic'  contest


Details | Free verse | |

The First Flowers of Spring






My heart dark from the cover of winter
looks for sign of the warmth of spring.
It sees the green leaves and crown of the
crocus and the violets in the shady glen.
The regal iris by the gate is a purple delight
and I welcome the beauty they bring.
Delighting in the quiet promise that
daffodils offer as they dip their heads in
the breeze, my soul beings to wake from
winters long hibernation. It seems these
little treasure were sent to assure me
that once more the beauty of summer
 is not far behind.


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Dawns tenderness

Dawns Tenderness

Wind chimes singing in the breeze
They serenade gay dancing trees
As fountain burbles sweet and clear
A melody I love to hear
A croaking frog joins in with zest
It’s dawn, the time that I love best.

The breeze it brushes tender skin
As life’s sweet symphony begins
To seep softly into my soul
Awakener, it be the role
Of dawn to whisper joyfully
The song of mother’s mystery.

I sit alone, not wanting aught
Forgetting things that I’ve been taught
With no ambitions touching me
Just this, that’s all, oh just to be
Is all I ever want, that’s all 
To live right now, Its beautiful!

Two Pink parrots fly in the sky
My heart starts singing, don’t know why
As sleepy sun peers from a hill
The magic silence, oh so still
It fills my soul with tenderness
As I melt into dawns sweet caress 


Details | Free verse | |

Frostbite

Crystalline white branches from a subzero snow.
Takes the place of beauty where leaves are suppose to grow.
A forest of white sparkle delight,
frosted sugaring of coldness bites,
rainbow flakes flutter in the crisp moist air,
 A shimmering spectacle; 
for only my eyes to bare.


Details | Free verse | |

I Rule without a Crown

This is the landscape I rule without a crown.
A yard beneath a canopy of mango leaves
where afternoon sun lingers
 beneath the boughs, exposing where doves
 choose to roost overnight.
 
This is my garden - morning light
gleams over an aqua pool,
refracts, as a breeze  sends
dapples over a long row of palms.

I was the one to dictate the thick
summer planting of tall bamboo
persuaded by added privacy
on the dividing fence, 

This is  my world and I am
the impossible one who will decree
what is painted, what remains unpainted, 
where the birdbath will sit,
or, what species to plant.

I rule this landscape that the sky
changes each moment,

but not the phrases of birdsong 
that slip from every branch
or each  petal that unfolds,
 unbidden.

Suzanne Delaney


Details | Rhyme | |

A Garden Party

The sun is shinning and the breeze is a blow,
my table all white with lace in it's place and
tea cups in a row.

Fresh, red watermelon in tiny scoops with triangle cut orange
marmalade sandwiches lined in the shape of a loop.
Hazelnut butter and apple jam adorns thinly sliced ham.

A lovely little teapot with yellow roses painted
on it's stem, gives a flowery glow to this day's trend.
The lavender in the garden is all a bloom with
fuzzy, yellow and black bumble bees kissing it's plumes.

Ivy canopied along the gate, all this green makes me
feel so alive and great. This day is filled with family and
friends, a wonderful time watching the children play, I hate
to see it end.

Bluebirds are perched on the window seal and then in the
back ground I hear a whiperwhil. Butterflies gliding through 
the air, just like us, they haven't a care.

The ladies talk of all that's new and gossip silly little tales
the whole day through. Clouds passing in big, white, puffy
hues and perfectly shades the court yard's designed clues.

A garden party, its always a treat, a place where after
the flower garden walk, you can sip tea, have a laugh, even tell a
secret, a true friend will keep and a place in nature you can
rest peacefully, your feet. 
 




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A time of pleasure

A time of pleasure.



It’s time to rise, the morn has come

A wondrous time, I’m never glum

When I hear those magpies sing

I guess I just love everything 

About these lovely morning hours

It’s time to walk and smell the flowers

With my Bear dog by my side

As each new moment’s deified.



As C moon rides the velvet skies

The Kookaburras laughing cries

They touch my heart with mystery

These morning times will always be

Of very grand signification

I wake up, filled with sweet elation

To meditate for just a while

For  this, it makes my morning smile.



I walk outside, and feel the air

Then walk the streets with nary a care

It’s a thing that gives me so much pleasure

These morning times I really treasure

For here in good old Aussie land

These morning hours so sweet and grand

They fill me up with so much power

Oh how I love these morning hours.





29 October 2013 @ 0522hrs.


Details | Quatrain | |

For No One But Me

For no one but me.

Autumn leaves fall from a tree,
Ordinary people never inquired,
But, from my view I do see,
And instantly I'm inspired.

For no one but me.

Roses seem to bloom out,
Only when I am around,
There is absolutely no doubt,
Poetry is a talent I've found.

For no one but me.

Snowflakes twinkle as they fall,
They're gently blown over and under,
Most people don't care at all,
I watch them with awe and wonder.

For no one but me.

The moon shines at it's brightest,
Only when I draw near,
I don't mind in the slightest,
Because poetry calms my fear.

For no one but me.

I see this world in a different light,
When it shows it's beauty to me,
I sit with paper and pen to write,
Of the shimmering deep blue sea.

For no one but me.

Instead of using canvas and paint,
I describe color with black and white,
And I wait until daylight grows faint,
As stars draw me toward endless night.

For no one but me.

Because I am a poet,
What I am able to see,
Only another would know it,
This is what I'm meant to be.

For no one but me.


Details | Ballade | |

You should visit Perth

You should visit Perth

Have you ever been to Perth
Way down in W.A.
It’s such a wondrous place to be
I’d really have to say
We have the ocean all around
 And lovely wetland trails
If you’re ever in Australia
To visit Perth don’t fail.

Our parks are filled with Kangaroos
And every kind of birds
There’s Parrots, wading birds as well
Your hearts they will be stirred
If you take a drive to John forest
Or Yellagonga national park
Or watch the full moon on the ocean
When the daylight turns to dark.

As a city we are not too big
But we be squeaky clean
To stroll around our many shops
You’ll find a lovely scene
With buskers playing lovely tunes
Street artists everywhere
Oh, you should come and visit Perth
It’s a place so very rare.

21 May 2014 @ 1225hrs.


Details | Verse | |

Mundane Beauty

A cluster of Day Lilies glow like embers beneath the shadow of a time-worn Box elder tree that’s plainly visible to see if looking for mundane beauty. Their golden flowers so briefly lived poses for a single day; at days end they wither away. Their presence always call to mind that beauty last the briefest time but I possess a memory where beauty lives eternally. Though they will die I’d soon exhume I’d close my eyes they’d still be bloomed.


Details | Haiku | |

A Spring Kiss 2K13

Solo sylvan-hued
Oregon Grape postures firmly;
Spring kisses blossoms golden.


Details | Ballade | |

I do believe in God

I do believe in God

It is believed by many folk
That me, I don’t believe
In God, but that’s not really true
I will not they deceive
It’s true I don’t believe at all
All those dusty sacred books
But I know there is a god
She’s everywhere I look.

I see a tree, a bird, a flower
A river, or the sea
I feel the breeze against my skin
I feel the mystery
Of all the sweetness that is life
And I don’t believe, ‘I KNOW’
For when the din is gone from me
I feel her very flow.

I see my god as feminine
Not masculine at all
For love, true love it comes from they
So very beautiful
Who love there daughters, and there sons
As only females can
And so I’ll call my god a ‘she’
God cannot be a man.

2 July 2014 @ 1220hrs.


Details | Narrative | |

Dragonfly-the miracle insect

Dragonfly-the miracle insect

Oh… Dragonfly, the miracle insect
You are the symbol of change and self realization 
Source of mental and emotional maturity, 
Your scurrying flight across water 
represents an act of going beyond the surface
glance at deeper implications and aspects of life. 
Your agile flight and its ability to move in all six directions
Exclude a sense of power and poise
this can be seen only with age and maturity.
Your speed at amazing 45 miles an hour
Hover like a helicopter and fly backward like a hummingbird,
Fly straight up, down and on either side
Your wing strokes elegance and grace just like a veteran ballet dancer
You are wonderful and exhibits Iridescence both on your wings as well as body
It is kaleidoscopic 

Your eyes are wonderful  
most amazing and awe inspiring sights
You can see in all 360 degrees around 
That symbolizes the uninhibited vision of the mind
And ability to see beyond the limitations of the human self

You are innocent and harmless, not bite 
To Japanese you are a symbol of summer and autumn
And admired and respected all
Samurai use you as a symbol of power and best of all victory
For Chinese you are a symbol of prosperity, harmony and as a good luck charm 
To Native Americans you are a sign of happiness, speed and purity
because you eats from the wind itself
Those may be the hidden facts that you have inhabited our planet for almost 300
Million years!  

Jayaratne Weerakkody


Details | Rhyme | |

Remeber Me With Sounds

I loved the sound of the trees, as the winds went gusting through,
The roar that bellowed from the forest, oh how it blew!

I loved the sound of silence, as snow came floating down,
Like feathers of white and each unique, oh how it covered the town!

I loved the sound of water, as it crashed and poured and gushed,
The waves, the splash, the rain and wet, oh how the people rushed!

I loved the sound of leaves, a rustle then a crunch,
From green to brown, from young to old, oh how they fell a bunch!

I loved the sound of storms, the thunder was the best,
The crashes and booms to make you shake, oh how my heart jumped from my chest!

But now I'm just a memory, these sounds you do not hear,
Dying too young creating your pain, oh how I miss the cheer!

I loved the sound of earth, the ways of life each day,
It's time to be joyful for the love I had, oh how I know you'll pray!

Let my love of natures noise go on, because before I left I wrote,
Just remember to take the time to listen, to these sounds like a music note!


Details | Ballade | |

As I sit and meditate

As I sit and meditate

It’s so early in the morning
As I sit and meditate
And look into the core of me
The feeling is real great
As I feel the silence everywhere
As the wagtail sings his song
And the fountain plays its merry tune
Though the silence is still strong.

I ask myself the question
What’s it feel like to be me?
Who am I, oh, who am I?
I ask, as I just be
The answer never seems to come
I get a glimpse, that’s all
As all the lovely mystery
Is oh, so wonderful.

With the meditation over
I sit and write a song
As my muse, she shows her face
I can feel her presence strong
When the mind is filled with silence
To write is such a breeze
The words they just flow out of me
With so much wondrous ease.

12 January 2014 @ O520hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Swirls of mystery

Swirls of mystery

Lovely swirls of mystery
Within my days that’s all I see
I see beauty everywhere
It’s wonderful. How much I care
When I see roses in my yard
I’m so glad that I’m a bard
I write it down because I see
Lovely swirls of mystery.

Lovely swirls of mystery
I look at life so tenderly
Drinking in the morning sunrise
How I love the deep blue skies
The birds that sing, how beautiful
I love my life. I love it all
Cause I see swirls of mystery
They’re all around delighting me

Lovely swirls of mystery
What a lucky man I be
Looking daily with new eyes
Nature kind of makes me wise
I love it when the sunset’s here
My soul it sees it all so clear
These swirls of magic mystery
They make me feel so loose and free.

6 November 2014


Details | Ballade | |

Galah tree

Galah Tree

I heard the squawking screeching, shrieking
Oh, the sound was deafening
Looked up in that Banksia tree
So much joy to me did bring
Those pink and grey birds
Scattered there
Amidst the branches everywhere.

It’s morning time they’ve come for feeding
Ain’t no seed upon their, trays
As they perch among the green leaves
They shriek and scream and screech away.
I see me there the sight of beauty
All those pinks amidst the leaves
It was the way the sun was shining
Oh, such a picture it did weave.

I fill the seed trays up with tucker
I love me so these little guys
They come into my garden daily
I watch them feed it makes me wise.
Watching me, the song of nature
Taking photos writing poems
This be what my life’s about now
Oh, how such beauty keeps me glowing..


Details | Haiku | |

The Ocean Haiku

The thundering sound

The waves bring saltwater smell

Breath and feel the breeze


Details | Free verse | |

A SINGLE RED ROSE

A single red rose blossoms alone, 
Shedding it's petals one by one.
Springs winds softly blow, 
A teasing fragrance with,
 It's delicate bouquet.
Loves romantic essence floats,
 Amongst warmth’s embrace.
Lightly tripping, spirits dancing,
 Mingling uninhibited, freedoms 
Carefree beings shine.
Liberation’s grand celebration,
 Captures,
 Flights brilliance, as their wings,
 Spread wide.
Twilight's bells ring out, under 
Heavens glorious display.
Simplicities gentleness, sweeps across
My thoughts, allowing imagination,
To flow undisturbed.
The unconscious mind releases, 
Earth bound creatures.
Admiration dreamers lift,
 Towards heights grace,
Forever journeying. 
 Touching infinities universal
 Cosmos.
 Motions poetry written at splendors,
Tender mercy.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








Details | Free verse | |

God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…


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Petals in the wind

 
Entering the gates of spring A new panorama unfolding Almond blossoms all around Oodles of beauty all around Splendid white flowering trees Petals on the ground layered To welcome the onlooker to the heavenly sights Under each tree Petal showering down And playing with the wind A smile on each face Such view brings A dance of smiles and petals A dance of wind and fragrance Spring air and blossoms Dancing to the tunes of nature Wings gifted to all the viewers Each lifted to a dreamland Dreamland of heavenly bliss Each kiss of petals falling from the trees Makes you feel lighter and lighter And in no time, everyone starts dancing With those petals in the wind…
Irfana Ali Bhat


Details | ABC | |

The Ocean Speaks

    I sit on the sand dunes, lost in my thoughts, as the summer breeze swipes my face, freeing my hair....the salt air makes my inner-self come alive, as the ocean waves offer a private showing, reminding me of the power they own. A seagull flies overhead, as it speaks to me oh so gently, and a voice without a face commands me to"Relax and Feel Peace"......I feel a connection to God, as none other I've known, and all my worries and fears I once pondered, now seem trivial and unimportant.


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Winter's Silent Beauty

Alone I sit
staring at the cold grey sky
All around
winter's handiwork
so silent
so beautiful 
fills the land

Drifting lazily upwards
pillars of smoke
rise ghost-like 
from the chimneys
On the ground below
the freshly fallen snow 
so quiet, so fragile
instils deep peace 
within my soul

Standing alone in the distance
a church steeple 
points majestically towards the sky
in silent testimony
of its God

Nothing stirs -
the sparrows have gone to bed
this cold winter's evening
dreaming pleasant dreams 
of tomorrow's spring
when new life will take form
in Nature's world
or perhaps they dream 
of yesterday's summer
when they flitted happily
from tree to tree
dancing in the sunshine
so happy to be alive 
and free

Yet, dream on 
my little friends
for even while you dream
cold winter must reign 
a little while longer
still blessing the earth 
with her deep silent beauty
--- as now the snow begins to fall
once more


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This moment now

This moment seems so wonderful 
 Just a few short days of rain 
 Then grass that grows beneath my feet 
 Be velvet green again 
 The dry, hot days have waved ‘good bye’ 
Lord breeze be cool and fresh 
 As dancing trees that line the lake 
 They sing with happiness. 
   
 In the sky, there forms a herd of clouds 
 As the trees caress the day 
 The sound of raucous Ravens heard 
 Echo from skies so grey 
 As nature tames the wild in me 
 I walk these lakeside trails 
 With nothing reaching out to me 
 But sweet, eternal now. 
   
 So wonderful, so beautiful 
 As seasons come and go 
 The breath of nature shows the way 
 And with it’s restless glow 
 It shows me circles, only circles 
 And breathes into my soul 
 And with it’s breath of mystery 
 It makes me feel so whole.


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A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


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NO UMBRELLA TODAY

Green is the colors all around The sun covered underneath all the clouds Where did you go today? Thunder shaking the skies with a certainty The rain will come down Ground wet from the cold drops coming from above The winds fierce, blowing as if it were kept mute finally being able to be heard What a beautiful creation A picture, a portrait, a canvas Painted with excellence by its artist Each detail accentuated The trees swerve back and forth not falling of course Foundations made strong Rain comes down harder Washing away yesterdays harshness Refreshing the earth Renewing the land Time for new growth to appear My happiest days are the rainy days


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Red Dawn

In the red of morning
Nothing but almond blossom
And frog song


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Mystic evening

A mystic evening

A mystic evening
There’s silence everywhere
The stars are shining
And I am standing there
As the full moon gazes down on me
This thing enters my soul.
As velvet spirit Makes me feel so whole.

My heart is quiet 
I feel such mystery
Something within me
Whispers ‘Let it be’
And everything is wonderful
As I feel a magic power
Which seems to fill my heart and make it flower.

No words can tell the way it is
For symbols they just be
Symbols cannot picture it
This sweet, sweet mystery.

My life be simple
As I gaze here at the night
I feel that moons glow
As everything feels right
Awareness comes on over me
And peace is everywhere.
As life just is, and I am standing there.


Details | Ballade | |

The place I yearn to be

The place I yearn to be

Where the birds sing in the morning
That’s where I want to be
Where the trees are all around me
Well that’s the place for me
I’ll watch their leaves dance on the breeze
As the sun shines in the morn
As they touch this dreamy heart of mine
At the start of each new dawn

Where the lake it be a gleaming
Reflecting all the trees
As the sun paints pretty pictures
That’s where I want to be
Meditating every morning
As birds sing morning song
This be a lovely haven
It’s the place where I belong.

Walking through the wetlands
Where lizards, frogs, and snakes
Are always roaming freely
In their home beside the lake
Maybe I’ll sit there writing poems
As the kangaroos come by
This be paradise to me
It’s where I’d like to die.

13 June 2014 @ 1430hrs.






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Ode to the Fairy

Fairy kings, dryads
 in the labyrinths of nightfall
fill children’s heads with dread.
They walk hushed, their pockets full of bread

Bewitched these children bring
elusive, unthinkable thoughts,
of wings that flitter in aqua tints,
perch a silver instant on nodding fronds
tumble into violet, dew- drop flowers.

Spirits of the blue air, 
fragments of a baby’s first laugh
travel to us over centuries of sky
in a  boat of glass

On rainbow wings that flutter
 among flowered garlands, 
sparkle in waterfalls,
shimmer in twisted vedigris woods.
haunting moonlit narratives.  Awaken 
imagination in  ethereal meadow-pinks
Arise from lakes on a pure white horse.
Hide their gold in blossoms of gorse 
Reign over deep earth, intervolve,
spells from midnight 'til the cock’s first crow.

Glorious gladness and frivolity.
In the shadowed hours of indigo,
dance in a secret ring.
Spin star shine into fairy dust and sing
nature’s magic.



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The peace within

The peace within

Such peace it lies within so deep
The beast within be fast asleep
The breath of love it just pours out
Oh my, what is this all about? 

The bird song chatter echo’s deeply
As heart takes over mind completely
And silver silence sings to me
As I be here, alone I be.

The finger’s pointing out the way
Behind the moon, the warm sun rays
Reflect through her the breath of love
As stars shine brightly high above!!!

The sun be hiding from the day
As stormy skies below, they lay
I see as flowers open wide
The space where pristine love abides.

I sit here in this garden chair
Senses sharp and so aware
As the day cries out “Wake up you fool
Eyes open wide, it’s beautiful!!!!!” 


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SPRING IN JAPAN

On the slopes of mount
Fuji white cherry blossoms
are very gallant.


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Along She Came

Along she came with the moon of March
With April's flowers upon her lips
And the springtime in her eyes
Dimpled daffodils on her cheeks
With the scent of paradise
Splendor dancing at her feet
In a precious morning rise.
She stole the sadness and the tears
And gave me sweet pearls of joy
Cascading from her sacred heart
Bathing me in fountains 
Of eternal peace.


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Rose

Misty, morning dew on a rose
dampened, lightly like snow.
Ever more beauty each time bloomed
like the newness of a newborn.


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


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So perfectly

So Perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers worship sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
He knows the dawns begun
What hazy shades of bliss this be
As all, it feels like one.

A rabbit frolics on the lawn
As parrots in the trees
Give out their shrieks of pure delight
As dancing on the breeze
The trees fill me with mystic, magic
To give my heart some ease.

It’s not the same as yesterday
When I never saw those things
My heart, it now is open wide
And sweetness to me brings.

The fountain burbles with delight
My heart just sings a song
I love the whole wide world today
I feel that I belong
To this world so perfectly
Where nothing’s right or wrong.

29 July 2013 @ 1453hrs.


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Misty morn in Nornalup

Misty morn in Nornalup

In Nornalup
It’s a cool old winter’s day
The mist it rises from the river
In a grand mysterious way
A grass tree nestles in the center
Of two old spindly trees
As Dawn it seems so very still
No sign of any breeze.

Across the river
The mist hides tall green trees
As dead trees they stand out like ghosts
And what my eyes do see
Is mystery, pure mystery
As all alone am I
In these early morning hours
As the night begins to die

A Pelican floats by
And in his silent form
I feel something so magical
As deep within is born
A song of life, sweet mystic life
As tears flow from my eyes
 Tears of joy, and happiness
As the morning passes by.

8 May 2014 @ 0710hrs.


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In the hills of Crystal Haven

In the hills of Crystal haven.


In the hills of crystal Haven
Roams a lady of real beauty
Who wanders with the wolves In liberty.
She has left the town of Brookville
To seek what Can't be found
Now she likes to hear the wind among the trees,

She had met this wise old hermit
Poorly washed and all bedraggled
And he had told her what could not be known
As she listened like still waters
In that space that feels like velvet
And now that mystic lady she must roam.

So she wanders all the hillsides
As she listens to the silence
And she talks to her good friends the forest folk.
While meanwhile all the townsfolk
They just laugh and call her crazy
As they point at her, and treat her as a joke.

For none have heard that whisper
That murmurs silence softly
As it comes from somewhere deep within ones soul
Drawing forth the butterfly
That flies one to the mystic
And with a soothing flutter makes one whole.

Dec 9 2003


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SUNSET



Drowsy day shuts eyes  
Glowing eyelids adorn sky 
Giggling stars appear!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  26 OCTOBER 2014


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Beautiful Flower

If one could be a beautiful flower
How would they spend their day
Would they blossom in the adulation
That many others may send its way

Would its spirit nourish the hearts
Of those who are blessed to see
The color of its very lovely soul
And its wonderful endearing vibrancy

Or would it shun the light that comes
From the brilliance of a new Sun
Shying away from its special gift
To make a day better for someone

For though it may seem its true beauty
Quickly vanishes over a very short time
I find true value in its enchanting embrace
I'll forever admire in my heart and mind.


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Dancing with the Sun- Haiku Trilogy

                  His invitation
       Came gently with a warm kiss
               I couldn't refuse

             He gave me his arm
           A golden ray of sunlight
              To lead me outside

           I danced with the sun
         Enveloped in his brilliance
              Endless love affair

          Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Verse | |

My Christmas Dream

My Christmas Dream is for a
More peaceful and calm world 
For all of mankind as the clock  
Of the twenty-first century ticks
Away before us and all of us seek
To meet the many daily challenges 
And travails of life that impact us
And the planet we all live on since
The Earth is our very home for the
Entire human race, animals, insects,
And all of the varieties of sea creatures
And wondrous plant life that grows
And flourishes as part of God’s most
Divine Plan which is certainly worth
Our attention and desire to address
Our shortfalls and shortcomings in
Making sure that the Earth and all of 
Mankind are compatible and we can
Meet the destiny and final glory that 
God has planned for all of us—Amen  

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 11, 2014) (Verse poetic format)


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I Am Autumn

I creep behind the sunny meadows
Whirling my flaming gown
I spin the lace of mist and dew
   Of frost and crystal ice
   I shake hands with the poppies
They wilt at the sight of my glare
I sentence death to the fields of green
Spilling red and yellow on the trees
I dip my finger in the snoozing lakes
Freezing their lazy countenance
I poke the bears into their dens
And call out the snow owls
I splatter the scent of cold and rain
And shower sleet from the clouds
I twirl my hair and hear the wolves
Howl their starving cry
I gaze at the span of winnowing wind
Who is seeking me?
Who has seen me?
Nobody will stop me
For I will continue to weave
The blanket of frigid death


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The Lord's Peace

Peace
The chaos is shedding
Piece
Of happiness is floating
Cease
The madness..chaos is concealing
Peace
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls


Details | Sonnet | |

God's Wonders

Dear Lord I live in the wonder
Of being alive in your world,
Of seeing the trees and the grasses,
The blue of the sky all unfurled.
My eyes follow flight of the eagles.
My ears hear the buzzing of bees.
The humming bird comes to my feeder
And roses open blossoms to please.

I live in the greenest of valleys
With tall mountains ringed all around.
My heart is filled to o'er flowing
At this beauty You've set to be found.
I thank you dear God for these treasures
You have given to me without measures. 

Written 7/2/14


Details | Romanticism | |

Reap What We Sow

Our love’s a seed
Let’s watch it grow
and we may reap
what we sow
reap 
what we sow
Spring has come
Let’s place it
in the sun
Let’s place it
in the sun
Let’s watch it grow
so that we may reap
we may reap
reap what we sow
With time
it grows
And the seedling shows
And a flower sprouts
when you give it time
I am yours
and you are mine
Our love’s a seed
Let’s watch it grow
and we may reap
what we sow
reap 
what we sow
With time it grows
And the seedling shows
And a flower sprouts
freeing the beauty inside
there’s no need to hide
the beauty inside
Let’s watch it grow
so that we may reap
we may reap
reap what we sow
We may reap
We may reap
reap what we sow


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Morning time in Greenhaven

Morning time in Greenhaven

It’s morning time in Greenhaven
I’ve been up for a while
I’ve meditated, walked the dog
And in my usual style
I’ve wrote my two poems for my lady
So now I sit and look
Out of my window, as I enjoy
The world like it’s a book

The dawn is opening up the day
There’s silence all around
It’s in these early morning hours
That peace it can be found
The trees seem filled with mystery
The birds they start their song
As me I get this sweet feeling
In this world I do belong.

It’s then I hear ‘The birds are coming’
A flock of Cockatoos
All big and black, so filled with noise
They come a passing through
It seems they own the skies, do they
In all their majesty
The dawn is here, they’re telling me
What a wondrous sight to see.

6 October 2014


Details | Light Poetry | |

Feather Beauty Bright

I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 
 
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the end of February's sigh 
As other feathers flusters zoom right by

The ginger little fellows all dappled, scramble
A merry-go-round within a flight
Threading joyous song throughout your bramble
As further flocks of scurry, hurry fly

On parade teasing wings of faerie sprites
A musical path of crisscross kites
But, you little one are the daring, bursting forth
With higher operatic songs, to startle and scold those spry

Feather beauty bravely 
Upon your perch chest thrust out boldly
Nonsense rhymes and a new found might
Chase away the imps of finch and thrush
And keep yourself the sunbeams for its light

And bask yourself once more this time
Among the drops of melting dripping snow
And gather up all tis full
Feasting here, where the wild wild berries grow
 
But, in the end you are their kin 
And soon, my fairy feathered friend you too must go
Out, onto twittering leafy stemmy stem and off...
Into the yonder of the coming spring to rove


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As I woke up

As I woke up

As I woke up this morning
The sky was scarlet red
I left my wife a dreaming
As she slumbered in her bed
The dark clouds floating in the sky
Said today there would rain
The birds were softly singing
A wonderful refrain

I took the dog out for a walk
As the breeze, it touched my skin
We walked the silent streets, did we
There weren’t no sign of din
That does come when folk awaken
As the noisy day does start
I really love these early morns
They’re a whisper in my heart

The trees they danced so lazily
On the breeze that was so mild
The parrots flew above my head
They looked so free and wild
Everything was beautiful
As the sun did light the sky
I felt a pang of loneliness
Within the ravens cry.

29 October 2014.


Details | ABC | |

Birds

Birds
They swoop and droop in loops,
They sing and dance to natures music,
They tweet and chirp, but never will they burp,
Birds, are birds,
And that's what they'll always be


Details | I do not know? | |

Flowers and stars

Little flowers, little flowers, what’s your name?
When god gave you colors and the first star shone
Did your sweetness and glamour stay the same?
Were you afraid of light and was your allure gone?
 
A sage had those queries
upsetting his idle mind,
then a swift gust of wind
carried dazzling faeries
dancing in his drowsy mind.
 
They sung about the day
when God made a star,
and placed it very far,
Yet we see its bright ray
journeying from afar
 
Their laugh has a silver glow
and the sound of a small bell,
The sage could not tell
how the faerie winds blow
twinkled the small bell.
 
They continued to dance,
When God’s used his power
to bloom the first flower.
Sweet was the new fragrance,
sanctioned by holy power.
 
When the sun lightened the day, the sage left his dream
with a sunflower on his hand:  orange and dark blue:
Those are the wrong colors, what they could mean?
The sage could be a poet, because he had not a clue…
 
Then he heard a laugh,
and saw a woman by his side,
smiling jolly and wide:
Knowledge is for naught
if you wake with love by your side.


Details | Light Poetry | |

AWAKENING Tagore Poem Recast

Him fountain of eternal joy from 
Where life is renewed, 
Ageing and life to be drained out, exit 
From the world is nigh, 
When suddenly comes a call from him 
Above, who regulates 
The flow of life through cycles of many 
Births and deaths, to stop. 

Suddenly sounds the drum from sky for the 
Second act of play, 
Life really awakens, drooping life 
Joyfully responds to the call; 
The wintry night desolate soon turns 
Into a joyous spring day, 
Undoing death, His rhythm and dance 
Rejuvenates life force. 

The flow of life from star to star 
Follows the rhythm of his dance, 
Freed from the confinement of matters 
Th'Earth finds salvation; 
With multitudinous fruits and grains and 
Flowers of myriad hues 
Her baskets of seasons are filled to the 
Till and brim and all. 

Thus she attains the fulfillment at the 
Touch of his dancing feet, 
The flow of life gushes up from death 
Following incessantly 
The pattern of his rhythm and dance, to the 
Tune of his golden flute; 
In the tornado of this violent dance, 
All that is withered falls. 

The triumphal arch of life is erected 
Midst the joyful tunes, 
And the journey of this spring meanders 
Towards the fountain again. 

This poem was originally written in Bengali Language by Rabeendranath Tagore. Its Bengali Title was Udbodhan. It was then translated into English by Mr. Rabeendranath Choudhury who expressed his wish that somebody from some other generation may attempt the rest so that all the English-speaking people may enjoy India's Pride. And here it is, slightly edited and recast in the true poetic form by P.S. Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum. 

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BITTER MOTHER NATURE

My mother use to tell me a story about living in the woods.
She said during autumn the leaves fell to the grounds and they burn very good.
Her siblings and she would go hunting in the month of October.
The family would store the deer and rabbit meat not to go to the store.
Nature was harsh when it was cold.

When the snow or the freezing rain comes, the birds do not soar in the sky.
The ether would freeze the fouls.
The upper arctic is rigid air.
The birds fly south.

Nature in the winter can bring struggle and strife.
The beauty of the outside can affect life.
Save your money and do not fly high.
You are gambling your stability of sound body and mind.
Bitter Mother Nature is not to be denied.

The beauty of nature and winter signals an end of a productive year.
Plants cessation is seen.
Farmers have harvest crop.
Animals migrate to warmer climates.
All know Mother Nature in her mood swings.
Therefore, pay attention to your surroundings.

Respect Mother Nature and she will respect you.
However, the weather is onset.
The quiet weather sneaks upon us.
Therefore, things can become quite turbulent defining a Bitter Mother Nature’s region.
___________________________________________________|
Penned on May 20, 2014 12:30 A.M. EST!


Details | Free verse | |

Moon

Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013


Details | Free verse | |

A Leaf Fallen

A leaf fallen on the sidewalk

Just blown from an autumn breeze

Tricolored and beautiful with it colors so fancy

I wondered where it blew from

I wonder where it will end up?

All leaves are born from trees and are tossed around by the wind of the Creator

Blow wind, blow! Blow those adorning leaves!

Trees wave and bend sending them on their way

Til the first drops of snow 

Ushering the time of the leaves be passed

And once the spring rains return

A flashback from the past

A single breath from the throne of heaven

Gwendolen Rix
10-5-14




Details | Free verse | |

MY WINTER WONDERLAND

 A land of ice and snow, a picture perfect postcard,
It is here I walk alone, lost in thought, of glories utter 
Amazement surrounding me.
Draped across the pine branches of evergreen, frozen white
Lace glistens, in the December sun.
Raw wilderness lain exposed, on a canvas of bare natural beauty.
Freedom's unexplored world, lies outstretched before me,
In this my wintery wonderland.
Crisp is the wind, blowing against my skin, it sends
An icy chill downwards, but I notice not.
I'm a dreamer set adrift, engulfed by a poets
Yearning, to put words of inspiration, onto an empty page.
Heavy steps, crunch the layers texture beneath, nay
I'll remain still, soaking in this forest portrait. 
Before these eyes, I'm unable to grasp everything,
There is to be seen, but ti’s a spiritual moment,
Of reflection, in clarity's vision.
The mountains breath, is a thin chilling mist,
A fine thin halo, placed upon rocky peaks majesty, by the
God's themselves, a majestic crowning of divine design.
Covenanting these exteriors hardened edge,
It gives a taste of harsh flavor, to this natural
Paradise left undiscovered.
The blue hews of the sky, are Chris-crossed by
The northern lights, aroura's multifcolored rainbows,
Dancing in the Alaskan horizon.
An echoing peace lives here, a quite tranquility,
Humanity has forgotten for progress.
It is a magicial essecces of soilitude, that
Speaks to ones inner being, a purity in the
Meaning of exsistence.
Within my little cabin, I'll rest, beside the fire side,
Warming these aching bones.
 But the mind remains alive and alert, sparked by
A higher powers kindling, a flame, egnited with imagination,
In this my wintery wonderland.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


















Details | Ode | |

Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable


Details | Free verse | |

Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


Details | Rhyme | |

Stardust Covered in Harmony

There's a place of sanctuary,
That shows me a face of statuary.
I would travel to the roof,
Where the moon would keep it aloof.

Lie on my back,
Set my heart to the steady track.
Falling down to my eyes,
Are the shinning stars from the skies.

Laying unto me a blanket of dust,
That the night found to me a must.
Speaking to the shadowed clouds,
While it formatted my long lost drowds.

You could peer into my eyes,
There you would see the reflection of the skies.
You'd see harmony in the lights,
Or maybe the wings of people on flights.

You could see your loved ones,
Hiding behind the face of the suns.
Look into my pupil,
See the passion asserted in dupils.

The bright night sky,
Provided me a place to fly.
Running my finger tips through it's star dust,
Flashing a smile from far to dusk.

Can you feel the magic in the air?
You can find it in the heart you wear.
Or perhaps the the world above,
Where the most magic is part of.

On your way to this journey,
Grab ahold of the night sky firmly.
And never wonder why you have nothing,
As long as you have that harmony in grip,
You may have a long fullfilling trip.

Cali Mitchell


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Finding God

Finding God

Look in the mirror every day
From the periphery
See the silence that’s in you
Look at the mystery
In all of nature: hear thee well
The love songs of the birds
Read a book all filled with beauty
Just ingest the words.

Close your eyes, and stop the mind
Look at what’s within you
Listen to that silent whisper
She tells you things so true
Without a word, the truth will come
Just feel the mystery
Watch the breeze, and dancing trees
Let them enter into thee.

Watch the sunrise each new morn
And the sunset every night
Let each moment come and go
And feel Gods sweet delight
Then you surely will find her
She’s not too far away
She’s always there awaiting you
Every moment of the day.

11 August 2014 @ 1


Details | Free verse | |

Ambrosia

Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children

Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes

It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first


Details | Free verse | |

Fruitful Summer

Fruitful Summer ( X Factor) The summer season has come to play Displaying beauty and good cheer Pleasant sunshine, gentle rain A dreamer’s heart to please Skies are clearly blue Nature’s splendor Fruitful time Precious All the Way Way All the Precious Fruitful time Nature’s splendor Skies are clearly blue A dreamer’s heart to please Pleasant sunshine, gentle rain Displaying beauty and good cheer The summer season has come to play Erich J. Goller Copyright X Factor style- by Erich J.Goller--11.12.2011 20 lines - the first 10 lines--9/8/7/6/5/4/3/2/2/1 syllables Second 10 lines reversed first 10 lines- 1/ 2/2/ 3/ 4 5/6/7/8/9 syllable Rhyming - line 1 and line 10-- and line 11 and 20 any subject--
Contest entry for Concrete/shape


Details | Rhyme | |

PARADISE

since the silence prevailed
And all those leaves fell down 
since those autumn days
I've been searching around

The empire of emperors 
through the sunny town
but i just can't find it
And still I'm searching around

In the land or in the sea
where rivers are meant to be 
search it everywhere,but nothing was found
And still I'm searching around

The mysterious land of dreams and love
where fire gets burned in ice
where people live as "PEOPLE" do
The heavenly land of paradise


Details | Sonnet | |

NATURE'S BEAUTY

I walk out in the morning for my health,
And learn a thing or two along the way.
Such knowledge brings abundance to my wealth,
And somehow sounds like wisdom when I say.
Waters of the river carry stories.
Just listen, you can hear the words unfold.
Sometimes it can wash away your worries,
And help you to get through your day. Behold!
A gentle breeze can whisper to your heart;
Like angels serenade a searching soul.
There's so much nature's beauty can impart;
If soaking in it's beauty is your goal. 
     Get out there friend and see God's art today.
     And get some exercise along the way.


Details | Narrative | |

An Artist's Dream

An Artist's Dream

Came from a huge family, a family of seven
Knew I was different, so different from the age of eleven
Why was this? I definitely can tell was a slow learner of
this I do know
Was the third youngest, stuck extremely to myself;
as time rolled on even though.

Everyone called me the quiet one and very tomboyish,
to the age of fourteen-fifteen
Watched all of my siblings, party, ramble and forceful with 
extreme measures it seems.
No one included me, so I made my own goal to set my own 
Someday I will go out west and learn to be some kind of artist
a dream.

This is how I became a pure country gal of purest heart and goals.
Within my own community and help little one's or older one's
with handicaps like mine,
Anyone that has ADHD or even ADD can reach anything with highest
self-esteem
I've walked many a mile and have a knowledge of learning new things.

And seeing all the beauty in nature and how the earth has evolved,
In many circumstances throughout biblical times; war times and many countries devastated beyond extremes
Does make this country gal purely invigorated and happy to live in
the country,
Where no crime or grime can touch my divine Christian old soul.

I'm truly a content woman walking in snowshoes to even make a snowman with a Pinocchio nose;
And have a Rudolf nose that makes even my nose turn red in coldest
weather.
Even love riding a sled downhill and fall off and make snow-angels
with my grand-children I truly adore,
They mean the world to me, much more than anyone knows.

Love painting popcorn different colors to hang on the tree
Home-made decorations goes an extra mile, even some baked goods
Entices everyone's tummies of shortbread cookies, gingerbread,
And all other specialties which I bake enthusiastically for everyone.
Anytime of the year; so I'll go many a mile to make anyone's life easier,
As easy as apple pie, raisin pie or even pumpkin pie.
For me life is a pure celebration of how happiness does really come within.

Written: Nov. 21, 2014
Eve T. M. Carter


Details | Haiku | |

Nature's palette

Spring in the meadow,
a million unfurled flowers,
rainbow on the ground.


Details | Free verse | |

My Paradise

I stopped awhile, to rest my legs, and spied a crevice in the wall where mossy stones, and flagstones, lost, are hidden in the vines I'm quite intrigued, so I must squeeze, and curl myself into a twig and soon, I've found my way inside, where sun shines down in amber light A garden hidden, tucked away, I have found beyond the other side Beneath the trees are wild bouquets, a thousand blossoms dancing, bright They flaunt their beauty to the sky, seducing blackbirds gliding low Filling senses, restoring souls, keeping secrets no one knows Yellow buckwheat at my feet, while lavender, soft essence, sweet, Each wild thing fragile on the stem, will bend and bow to every breeze I will sit beside the climbing rose, and take my rest against the wall and hear a song of meadowlark, embellish stories of the years This lovely place is mine to own, watered, fed by pearls of dew Where song birds sing, and robins nest, I wonder who may know of this Were I to share my secret lair, perhaps it would not be so fair Although it's not of mine to own, my paradise, I cannot share
_______________________________________________________ For Nette's Secret Garden Contest Carrie Richards 2/19/14


Details | Ballad | |

My goddess let me down

My goddess let me down.

My Goddess grew there in the yard
She looked so wonderful
She grew a bloody foot a day
Without no qualms at all
I got me quite excited by
The way my lady grew
Oh she was green and beautiful
She looked so lush and true.

I’d walk around my little yard
And then I’d stand with her
With love all wrote within my heart
My eyes a kind of blur
As thought of all the fun I’d have
Getting high most every day
Oh it would last for quite a while
I was chuffed in every way

But then One day I did find out
Something that made me cry
My dope plant was a ruddy male
No buds to get me high
Oh, how the shock grabbed hold of me
Well I was down for days
My goddess, she had balls on her
Then I tossed my tears away

So I grabbed me all those leaves
That grew upon this shrub
And shoved them in a great big pot
For cookies I just love
No smoke to clog me blooming lungs
Yet still the same old high`
And me, I’m quite adaptable
I am that type of guy


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Day and a Night in June

Rolling pastures of green meadows rise to greet the horizon meeting a deep blue sky, 
Beautiful old Perennial Clovers fill the glades and valleys with sweetness and beauty, 
Yellow Goat’s Beard, Dog Daisies with Chervil, shelter under hedgerows and Oak trees, 
A Yellow Rattle and the Lotus meet the Quake-grass and have done since I was a boy. 

As I get older and become friends of Fescues, the Rough Cocks foot is still my dream, 
And warm days of June are brilliant and beautiful the nights very calm soft and warm,
Where moonbeams and the evening stars twinkle in soft silver the background a blue hue,
Trees silhouetted against the starry night sky like a painting on canvas immortalized.
 
What could match the clear beauty of a June sky as bird’s soar across turquoise day, 
Wild oats and Darnell's by waysides, Red Pensile panicles in the light winds that blow, 
Each a friend with the Fox tail and Timothy they all sway in the same breeze dancing,
Wrapped in light air-grass and the Purple Burnett all are loved in a summer’s meadow.
 
The corn grows tall in the golden sea it has waves when the wind strokes the stems,
Walk in a dreamland of wonder over fields and along the footpaths since time began,
The rye as tall as your head and the wheat beginnings to shoot away from the husks,
Then the wild flowers among these crops are a beauty on a wonderful sun shiny day.


Details | Ballade | |

Mulberry tree in winter

 
A mass of twirling branches
The sleeping Mulberry tree
Has dropped her load to rest a while
Her form intriguing me
A month ago she looked so grand
With her mass of dark green leaves
But now her branches gnarled and bent
A wondrous pattern weave

I bought her thirteen years ago
My weeping Mulberry tree
I’ve sat and watched her all these years
And I have looked to see
So many birds of different hues
Using her as their resting place
To shelter from the predators
Or for a while to laze.

So many times I’ve sat here
With a smile upon my face
Taking photos of this tree
As it stands in all it’s grace
I’ve had some lovely, magic moments
As the birds have stopped to feed
From the little tray that hangs near by
All filled with sweet bird seed.

1 August 2013 @ 2003hrs


Details | Lyric | |

The whisper

The Whisper

In the softness of a diamond studded night
I felt that pregnant silence all around
And the moon she looked so magic in my sight
 As she cast her rich dark shadows on the ground.

I felt that mystic presence in the air
As I sensed an awesome power deep inside
And this essence it pervaded everywhere
As deep within my child, for freedom cried.

I heard the silence whisper to my heart
So soft, but oh so loud, and so, so, strong
As the voice of wisdom gently played it’s part
It’s very purity could not be wrong

‘Accept yourself’ the whisper seemed to say
You never know your time may not be long
Why not be here now, and live your life today?
            And let it be, and dance, and sing your song.


Details | Free verse | |

Eternal blue

need to know where to look? soft 
forms to the caresses of an eternal 
wandering in search of beauty 
perfect for the indefinite aesthetic 
and the body to film 
and soul for the soul 
and the spirit of the infinite


Details | Rispetto | |

Willy Wagtail

Willy Wagtail

Little Willy wagtail comes a searching
So handsome in his coat of black and white
Sometimes he just sits up there a perching
And with his song he gives me such delight

Does he come to make each day much sweeter?
All I know he makes me feel completer
His song is like a whisper in my soul
That Willy Wagtail makes my world feel whole.

6 September 2014 @ 1214hrs.


Heroic Rispetto
A Rispetto, an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of two rhyme quatrains with strict meter. A Heroic Rispetto is written in Iambic pentameter, usually featuring the same rhyme scheme. Iambic Pentameter is 10 syllables per line. It usually follows the same rhyme scheme as Rispetto which is abab ccdd


Details | Rhyme | |

Another new day does start

Another new day does start

The sun is rising up above
It’s these mornings that I love
Big yellow moon is slowly fading
You’d never, ever find me trading
These mornings, not for anything
They always make my old heart sing
Soft music playing in the background
Is mixed with soft and lovely bird sound

Corella's squabble in the trees
They’re argumentative
Black cockatoos they fly so free
Oh what I wouldn’t give 
To fly with them in the deep blue sky
Screeching with delight
They bring such happiness to me
Make my day so bright.

The olive trees light up so bright
Beneath the morning sun
I feel like dancing with delight
This morning just begun
It does these wondrous things to me
Such joy is in my heart
As I feel this wondrous mystery
Another day does start

5 November 2014


Details | Haiku | |

Fresh Air

Concrete streets washed through
Dirt to mud and mud to street
Ground dirty; sky clean


Details | Rhyme | |

The mystic dance

This mystic dance

They shake. They sway. They dance with glee
These limbs that grow from mother tree
As breeze she takes them on her back
She blows her leaves all down the track
As mystic river rolls along
I feel life’s power loud and strong
As I gaze up at the deep blue sky
Contentedly my heart does sigh

I won’t make bargains with the power
I watch each tree and every flower
I praise her for her tender gift
She gives my heart a lovely lift
 I thank her with my heart and soul
She made me breath, she made me whole
Gave me all this lovely splendor
 I stroll along, and I surrender

The river ripples, and it waves
As birds they sing, and my heart craves
To be within this mystic dance
This morning my heart does enhance
Each moment special just for me
As all I want to do is be
Not lonely though I’m all alone
I feel joy deep within my bones.

13 August 2014 @ 0530hrs.




Details | Rhyme | |

Majestic Pelican

Majestic Pelican

Aaaah The wondrous Pelican
So big and strong, white, and grand
This bird he floats right past me here
As I sit here my head so clear
Drinking in the morning air
With life’s sweet beauty everywhere
It seems there’s so much mystery
As this Bird, he passes me.

He thrusts his bill into the river
Trying to some fish deliver
To his hungry form this morn
Just a while before the dawn
Majestic in his mystery
I gaze at him, that’s what I see
He spreads his wings and off he flies
With majesty, up to the sky.

Although he’s big, graceful he be
I watch him fly it dazzles me
He seems to flow with morning breeze
His great white form it has such ease
I sit here; let the mystery
Of beauty here, envelope me
On this lovely summer morn
Just a while before the dawn.

5 October 2014


Details | Ballade | |

Walking the wetlands

Walking the wetlands. 

In the silence of the wetland trail
Pure life seeps into me
As cockatoos all black and bold
So loud, and oh, so free
Fly above, with wheeing cries
To land, this rain filled day 
Among the many Banksia trees
That grow along the way.

Two  mighty swans float proudly by
All black and handsome grace
They float upon the crystal lake
As smile lights up my face
There’s nothing could be sweeter than
This sweet wet, wondrous land
Walking through these soft wet trails
Makes a fellow feel so grand

Honey eaters flit about
They move from tree to tree
As a kookaburra calls
So bold and laughingly 
As trees they dance in the morning breeze
The sun lights up their sheen
And mesmerize me totally
And make my world serene.

There’s something about a lake or river
All filled up with wild birds
And Kangaroos, and reptiles too
 That get this old heart stirred
When I stroll along those gentle trails
I feel I’ve been reborn
But oh, I like it so much more
When rain does fill the morn.  

5 July 2013 @ 1310hrs.



Details | Couplet | |

Natures Gift

I saw a rainbow in the sky
I watched the birds take wing and fly
The trees and grass were different shades of green
Such a wonderful sight I've never seen
What a glorious display for me to see
What God has created for you and me


Details | Triolet | |

Bluebirds

I sit and swing in my backyard,
Watching as bluebirds swoop and glide.
Their babes and nest they try to guard
I sit and swing in my backyard.
To stand and walk away; to hard.
Baby birds stay quiet and hide.
I sit and swing in my backyard
Watching as bluebirds swoop and glide.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.01.2014
2nd


Details | Rhyme | |

Our garden

Our Garden

How wonderful my garden is
It’s not too big at all
But oh, it fills me up with bliss
It’s all so beautiful
All filled with plants of every type
And a pond brim filled with fish
Our bears sit their so clumsy, like
And feeds from silver dish.

The parrots fly in every day
To feed; they’re wonderful
Ring necks, and those pink and greys
They’re not afraid at all
They know that we will not harm them
They screech at us for food
Each one hued like feathered gems
These birds they can be rude.

As the sun comes Beaming down
The green leaves shine so bright
Their sparkle flows like golden crown
And fills me with delight
The roses, reds, and pinks, and yellows
Along the fence they grow
So nice to sit here calm, and mellow
And watch the day just flow.

24 September 2014.


Details | Ballade | |

Spring is seeping in

Spring is seeping in

I can feel it seeping in
Spring season’s on it’s way
Lord Sun is shining vibrantly
It’s a precious kind of day
One fountain gurgles pleasantly
While another chuckles low
There’s a kind of magic in the air
That kind of makes me glow.

This wondrous essence that I feel
It be so strong in me
I guess I’m not the only one
In everyone it be
It seems though few have felt it
They keep it hid within
Yet when it moves into ones soul
The dance it must begin

A Honey eater with striped face
Breaks into tender song
He has the most delightful voice
That really does belong
Within the heart of every man
It gives such sweet delight 
As I sit here soaking beauty in
The sun shines soft, yet bright.

11 August 2013 @ 1732hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

Must see September in the rain

September in the rain.

Must see September in the rain
I’m waiting for September in my pain
Let me watch those wild flowers blooming
As the circle turns again
Must see September in the rain.

Don’t know what’s coming up for me
Yet even if it turns to misery
I’ve got to heard those Spring birds praying
As they dance with destiny
Must see September in the rain

Oh lord, I’ve got to feel it
That Springs breath touch my skin
Caressing me with beauty
Let me feel it seeping in.

Lord, I’ve got to hear those creatures sing
Oh lift me, let me breath the joy of Spring
Let me hear those angels singing
As they call me back again
Must see September in the rain.


Details | Ballade | |

The ducks at Nornalup

The ducks come in the morn

The morning comes, the ducks arrive
Just now there’s two of them
Yet  soon the others gather round
As they will do once again
Tomorrow, and the next day too
Until we leave this place
As I sit and watch their little antics
A smile alights my face.

So tame, these little feathered guys
They’ll let me touch them too
They remind me of the doggie kind
As they act the way they do
I feed them bread, it’s whole wheat too
And they catch it when I throw
There’s something about these handsome guys
That gives me quite a glow.

They waddle off, with food all gone
Then the daylight creeps on in
The river looks so still and dark
As the new day does begin
Then the twitter of the tiny wrens
Does fill the morning air
And soon there’s birdsong all around
And life is everywhere.


Details | Ballade | |

By the river, taking photo's

By the river taking photos

Walking along a river trail
That’s what I love to do
Surrounded by rich leafy trees
While sky is deep, deep blue
And the sun is shining nice and soft
The weather kind of cool
With camera hung around my neck
Oh lord’ it’s wonderful.

Every time I see a scene
That I want to portray
I stop and take the camera out
View the scene in every way
And when I see the perfect view
I click, and click again
Then when I put them on computer
And that’s where they’ll remain

Sixteen thousand pictures now
 I have on my machine
I’m an addict when it comes to this
It makes me feel serene
To look at all those photographs
Of nature at it’s best
Next to walking by the river
That’s when I’m happiest

6 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.


Details | ABC | |

Birds

Blue feathers, black eyes
Squeaking calls are no surprise.
Snapped twig, wing twitch
Nimble and small as a Golden Snitch.
Hop below or soar above,
Robin, wren, jay, or dove,
Let us all give a toast
To the birds, the animals we love the most.


Details | Free verse | |

My Morning Revelation

I just got back from my morning walk
I had forgotten how exhilarating it is
To watch the sun rise
Up over the hills of Beirut.

The campus where I teach is simply breathtaking
Nestled cozily in the pine tree forests on top of a hill,
It offers a panoramic view of Beirut

Many years back this was not a good thing
As the army brought a tank up to the upper campus
To shell enemy positions in Beirut
And our campus got riddled with bombs
We spent our days in shelters
While our campus burst into flame

But this morning, I didn’t remember any of that
I walked on the lower campus and gazed out at Beirut
I walked like a fool....my eyes looking up
Saying a shy good morning to the clouds
And a warm good morning to the One beyond

While I did my sit-ups on one of the benches
I looked up into the jacaranda tree
Its branches were naked, but I knew, I knew that in spring
It would be regal in purple finery
That would enchant all those who walked
Under the train of its beauty
Later it would rain purple petals down on all
But purple kisses for me, for I’m in love with this hue

As a reward, as always… I drove up to the upper campus
While listening to music, my second passion
As my car made the turns
I tried to keep my eyes on the road
And not fixed on the hills where the sun was getting ready
To make his glory known
Nor down on Beirut that was just waking up from slumber

I passed places that my heart cherished
Where my husband first asked me to be his
Where we parked the car and looked at
The dazzling lights of Beirut at night
Our hearts ablaze with the burning passion of youth
The place where he wanted to claim possession of me
But held back…honoring custom and tradition 

I drove down slowly
I drove down reluctantly
I wanted to relive everything
To find the joy of being alive, once more
I had forgotten how beautiful the mornings are
I had forgotten who I am in the great scheme of things
But HE reminded me…
As the sun pushed through the clouds and shone in brilliance
The verse came to my mind…
“And the Son of Righteousness will rise with healing in His wings.”
Arise in my heart, for I need your healing!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Quatrain | |

The power of the Morning glory

The power of the Morning Glory

The morning glory reaches up
She tries to touch the sun
Her deep mauve flowers hide away
Until the days begun

When the sun it does shine bright
Those morning glory flowers
They open up to life again
Beneath the suns sweet power

Most look down on this lovely shrub
Because she grows too fast
As she takes over everything
And grows so very vast

Yet how she touches me with love
As she shows her strength to me
Oh, she with all her loveliness
Over powers the vastest tree

She proves to me that nature is
The highest kind of power
And dazzles me with the loveliness
Of each of her mauve flowers.

Quatrain 4 July 2014 @ 1322hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

The super artist

The super artist

With each, sweet, precious moment
There’s a different kind of show
As I sit and watch these Tingle trees
How they glisten, how they glow!
Soft branches dance on cooling breeze
Beyond the river shore
Reflecting colours on the rivers sheen
As it sparkles more and more.

Am I standing here in Heaven?
What be this wondrous bliss?
That comes from all this beauty?
I’m mesmerized by this
As the sun shines on those Tingle trees
And I watch this picture show
A feeling soft and beautiful
Within my heart does glow.

There has to be some power
In the heavens up above
Who keeps this sun a shining
He’s an artist filled with love
He has those special powers
To fill each soul with bliss
As his colours fill the Universe
When he the World does kiss.

26 July 2013 @ 1322hrs.


Written for the 'Beauty contest'


Details | Quatrain | |

Dawn

A blue bird sings,
a raven calls,
how sweet the sound,
how strange the fall.











Details | Rhyme | |

Bird Watching

I watched a fragile bird today 
painted black and white and gray
Prancing all about me 
as if to dance and play.

He hopped around the grassy grounds
in hopes of breakfast beetles 
To give him strength to fly again
in search of nesting twigs and needles.

Not being an ornithologists or bird watcher
by science or trade
I did not know the name of him
though still hear the sounds he made.

In those moments there before us 
when time stood up on end
And for a while did make me smile
and feel like me again. 

For reasons I still don't understand 
how he captured my attention...
gazing on this feathered friend
Taking me to another dimension. 

'til he struck gold right down below green  
and came up with a trinket he prized 
Of food for a day and words I can't say
Of this wonder that took to the skies.    


Details | Haiku | |

Spring's Arrival 2K13

So gives Winter's hold

as steel skies part familiar blue;

Now shows Spring's first day.


Details | Free verse | |

Goddess of night

You lay in the arms of darkness;
a rose bleeding pedals across the sky
and your pure tears of light 
drip upon cities and seas and forests.

Why do you cry, Mirror of hearts?
Your beauty, none could surpass.
Your countenance, like that of an angel… and yet lonely.
Do you weep for your captivity to Time?
Is the sadness you permeate for humanity’s oblivion?
In the distance I hear wolves calling your name
and you smile sadly, stroking their yearning howls with mystery. 
The hallows of sound echo your soft humming throughout the past.
For a brief moment, your tenderness is tangible.
Then, ominously you shroud yourself with Heaven’s mist
like a bride to marry the sky.

Dawn will soon awake the birds in song…
Illumination will conquer the hold of darkness
and you will leave, only to return again.

I will see you once more, my beautiful
Goddess of night.


Details | Free verse | |

Dance of Cranes: on Coming Home - SF


It waits on the wedge of a field
no longer lonely, another
 floats in for a landing above
 a sea of yellow flowers

Who will  forget that wonderful fuss,
the mock scolding  of an absence
now  being celebrated
The preaching  by a full range of
 vocals - wing tips folding and unfolding
against a new, and thinking sky

For Andrea's SF Contest


Details | Ballad | |

Ballad of the Bouncing Self

At times I, like a butterfly,
May flit from bloom to bloom,
Or with my whimsy set sky-high
To outer space may zoom.
And yet, when all’s been said and done,
I follow what my fate has spun—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

A Muse impels me on a spree
Of whirling swirling craft
Where poems must not mean but be…
Until I’m going daft.
But words, albeit finely wrought,
Can only catch a passing thought—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

When my reality looks pale
I frolic in a theme
From vivid myth, folklore or tale, 
Where dreams are what they seem.
And there where’er I romp and roam
I always feel a welcome home—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

I’ve often fallen to the ground
And picked myself back up.
I’ve hungered for a loving touch
And sipped from passion’s cup.
My longings, cravings ruled my will;
Still never could I drink my fill—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

A life led wrong, though full of song,
Will cause us to regret,
When pondering the winters long,
Our faults we can’t forget.
And then we’re washed in bitter tears
For senseless youth and wasted years—
As some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

I said I want to live before
I die, in villanelle,
To learn where lies true wisdom’s door
And shun the gates to hell.
Yes, wayward ways can still begin
To seek and find the Way within—
For some may strive and not succeed,
While others simply do the deed.


– Harley White (July 4, 2014)


Details | Rhyme | |

The wetlands

Rick’s 32

The wetlands

The wetlands
So beautiful
They’re so grand
Lovely place to study
Can be wet and muddy
I love them
Walk there each day
All the way.
 
Full of beasts
Big Kangaroos
I love them
So strong, and handsome too
They’ll take food off of you
Those wetlands
So wonderful
They’re so cool.

Sometimes I
Might see a snake
These creatures
They love to live by lakes
Water does entice them
They scare guys
Don’t get too close
If you’re wise.

Oh so sweet
These wetland trails
When I walk
I’m living in the now
How that lake does sparkle
Such beauty
A joy to me
Wetlands be.

11 September 2014 @ 1320hrs.

Rick's 32 is form by Erich Goller in 2008 (Vienna)
8 lines 3-4-3-6-6-3-4-3 syllables
Rhyming is optional--any subject.
At least two verses--no verse limit--

ok..this is by syllable counting.. rhyme is optional... at least 2 verses...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Stately Rose

Oh, how beautiful you are
waving on your stem
a perfect picture 
to behold

Your attar floods my senses
so sweet and fragrant
deep musky scents
that beguile me

Your hips full and plump
rose water or tea I make
or rose scones to eat
a chocolate I savour

Standing in stately splendour
full blooms reaching skyward
I pluck one so that its
perfume I can extract

How can I not admire thee
as you climb up a wall
or smother a fence
with wonderful blooms

You creep alone the ground
or soar high into the sky
stand upright in beauty
you have it all to show

So many colours
all di