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Namagyan Beach

A beach captivating deprived eyes, Fascination, grandiose haven in July, Keeping lovely mountains nearby, Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise. Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012 This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!


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A Certain Sunday Morn

How the morn wakens with life,

   to tether a sleepy soul

   with simple delights;

The manna lights upon the land,

   the swell of the sun ballooning 

   like some prim-adonna,

A starling to lead teasing to treetops 

   (a little black speck)
 
   (star-of-Bethlehem-met) 

   swaying in soft wind....

Tickling the trees with its breeze

   and tender tune;

   so soon hushed,

   the houses blush below ----

   to parks the children go,

   cyclists for cars....

The far traffic din slim with Sunday;

   this Easter with the peace of Christ,

   his everlasting smile, 

   so lovely upon the land 

(A certain Sunday morn)


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Nor' easter

The wind is break dancing with the trees. beating a rapper’s song. Limbs flail on the tarmac. Rain flies like sweat from corn rows across the expanse of asphalt. A barrage precipitates against the window pane with the rata-tat-tat of a machine gun’s bullets as the front passes.


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A Changing Heart

Longing for heart-quiet
in the inevitable fall
into Winter’s short days of sun
forwarding to Spring’s
longer days — a circling back
in the sameness of time.

Heart-and-mind-numbing time
with no respite. A longing to quiet   
those thoughts playing back
battle after battle. The awful
repetition. Mind and life wasting.
And, in the darkest season,

the conviction that the sun 
will only half-rise in this lifetime
of mine. Feeling that sting 
as from a bee’s disquiet
of green slumber. Swelling to a fault,
every damned day. Slamming me back,

season upon season. Holding me back.
Chilling me with doubt that sun-
shine can overcome rainfall
and that, invariably, given time, 
better times will come and quietly 
advance into Spring. Fast forward, past Spring 

to Summer, and onto Fall springing
back to Winter, and round again. Flashbacks
ever more glaring under the sun, then, quite
out of the blue — a glance, a nod. Overrun 
with fluttering, my heart paces in time
with fledging love’s free-fall.

And, with the passing of another Fall,
Winter heralds in the sweetest of Springs:
daffodils and Easter bonnets — a lifetime
of celebration ahead, no looking back.
Past risk and reason, I bask in the sun
that is love’s shine. Rain or shine, quiet

in the peace of it all, Fall after Fall, back
to Winter, Spring, Summer. Quiet as a Spring sun 
bursting through clouds. Love, for all time, requited.


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The path of Spring

The path of Spring

I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
  Not for any love aside love of my broods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan‘s string.

I’ll be accommodating to each guest’s ring,
  Let their guitar,... their drumbeat but to my herds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.
 
I ‘ll be responsive to all willing to sing,
  If they’ll be ready to implant holy moods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Let’s assume Easter-time is a bird with wing,
  I’ll allow it in, to sip, for my abounds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.

Leave me when it’s even’ of Spring-tide to swing--
  Will enjoy this moment with bests of my dudes.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Not easily forget will the Seed-time ding,
  If truly I will stick to these charts in roads.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.
                    


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Come Spring

Pods appear upon the sprigs of green reaching skyward 
covered in early morning dew.
Soft yellow petals open and fold down forming a blanket 
upon which the trumpet center will rest.
The sun shining down on the daffodils give a feeling of 
daintiness to the flowers.
One of the most beautiful flowers seen swaying in the 
spring breeze.

A sign that spring is indeed bursting at the seams to be 
born again.
As the spring season arrives and Easter approaches the 
daffodils will be in full bloom.
The trumpets reaching to the sky in a wonderful display 
of beautiful colors.
Again year after year these precious flowers return to us
once more to admire.

Entry for "Ten Minutes Tops" contest of P.D.
Written by Carol Brown
10th Place Winner


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The Easter Lily

a bold message
from the Easter lily
blooms fade quickly
hope of resurrection 
lies underground in the bulb



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Fall's Begining

Fall's Beginning
Written by:
Sara Kendrick

The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown
Early zephry cool and air wrung dry
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
A start to a wonderful day birds cry
Leaves in places now caramel brown
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown

by~Poet Destroyer

We walk the green fern garden range!
We sit and stare and tease our eyes!
Emotions flow with my Easter dress so strange;
Easter morn vocals came within range!
We're dancing, like leaves that rearrange!
I twirl my gown to fly with the skies.
Angel dust travels swiftly in the open range.
Clouds fall so vividly on my gown like crinolines disguise!


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Cockoo

I started hooping like a bunny,
Carrying my big chocolate egg,
But thought it could be funny
To hop while using just one leg,
 
I saw thru the window’s frame
A cuckoo bird on the ground.
She and I were doing the same,
So I imitated the cuckoo’s sound.
 
She was curious and I was too:
Did the bird understand my coo?
 
Or she only wanted to protest:
“Put back this egg on the nest!”
 
So I undid the egg’s blue lace:
“Would you do too in my place?”
 
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo 


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Lilium

in the early rain                                                                                                    bowing and kissing the ground                                                                                     sun lifted spirit


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Springtime with Edouard Manet

Easter is a time where we construe
The beauty of renewal blooming through
Little birds that chirp above the vales
While sweeter ladies peep at passing males

Charming is the humour passing round
Faint scent of Tulips, Daffodils abound
Strolling couples giggle by a stream
Planning the delights they like to dream

Gazebos filled with bands that blow their brass
Shiny belts and buckles, best in class
‘Le déjeuner sur l'herbe’ a luncheons treat
A very Manet way in which to meet

Ah Easter is a time for daring stuff
Two clothed men that dine with naked fluff
At last the joys of springtime are revealed
Milk white flesh and precious else concealed

©david byrne Easter 2012 


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Good Morning Surprise

I step into the frigid air
To gather up the morning news
A long eared rabbit startles me
A maverick rascal breaking fast
One last dash upon the lawn
In his mouth a garden bloom
Through the fence, and down the road
Making haste, without excuse

To fields of barley, and fields of loam
Thunder-blue are lupines bold
Standing oak trees, proud and tense
Dressed for parades of scrambling feet
On Easter morning's golden dawn

He scurries home by sheer routine
In bunny slippers, softly made
I shuffle back into my den
I smile and watch the rascal go
He had his fun, and I have too

The window frames the early sun
Morning coffee perks again
Let the cat out, read the news
Discard the worry, eat the food
I had a laugh, as well I should
Drink the day, and digest the good



________________________
For Carol Brown's Contest: Bunny Rabbits
 2/28/12


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Jonquils

It is time Too long in bed I stretch Cast off the bonds of Hypnos Cold white sheets retreat I am free My head lifts Sun caresses my face I rise, standing tall Naked for all to see Beauty reborn It is spring


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The Easter Bunny

The easter bunny, 
So fluffy and funny.

Bunny's tall ears, 
They don't reveal the years.

Cotton tail, 
Hopping to and fro along the trail.

Nose what a wiggle, 
Makes parents and children giggle.

Gentle and kind,
To each and every mind,

Nature's beauty defined,
So demure and refined.

A vision of chocolate brown,
Hopping up and down.

A distance from the lettuce patch,
Looking for the bunny match.

God's creature great and small,
Simply loved by all.


Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz





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A Great Morn's Show

As morn's sun cracks the horizon
Casting pink Easter dress
Redbud stands with newly acquired
Full green hair, I am blessed

The fireball sun floats on pink clouds
Like China doll surrounded
By full dress and stiff crinoline
God's beauty compounded

As the roosters steadily crow
Song birds sing very close
A new song I have just heard
Turkeys' gooble like ghost

The sun has changed from red to orange
Now it has become gold
God has choregraphed
For all a great morn's show


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Thanksgiving at Easter time,
Walking days in sunny climbs,
Slowly shift the winds
Yet breezes music finds my face.


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Easter Morning

Easter morning sunrise,
the day begins anew.
Darkness flees the skies,
from black, to gray, to blue.


Easter season springtime.
New life begins to grow.
Winters death leaves no sign,
only green where laid snow.


Easters true victory,
when Christ arose again,
forcing deaths fear to flee,
so we are free as planned.


Creations picture shows,
what our soul deeply knows.




Christopher Bunton


For the "Easter inspirations" contest


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Earth Day's Easter Dawn

The one who spots the line
before spotting the bait
is the ultimate winner in life.
Rumi (Maryam Mafi translation)
 
The ones who spot Earth Day's decomposing line
before spotting Easter morning's ReGenesis bait
are our mutual messiahs in full living.
 
Each dawn reincarnates Earth Day
as Easter morning's karmic revolution.

Eastern minds dream of humane fleeing flying,
too often frying, frogs
while Western brains cooperatively
comprehensively
swim through red sky warnings
regenerating Western red horizons
fading full-moon Yin
to more simply rest in NOW
and dream of mutually mentoring messiahs'
Eastern dawn
of Polycultured Tao,
fractured Frog Princes croaking songs
for long-strung graceful Princess ovations
recreating East-West harmonies
for NorthWinter through SouthSummer
weathering Earth Day Opera.

Red sky Earth Days
regenerate
green horizon Easter Genesis.


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Easter Lily

Easter lilies bloomed where His sweat fell to the ground hope of Christ's return a garden pure white life everlasting By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders *The Easter lily symbolizes purity, hope and life. Tradition has it that lilies were growing in the Garden of Gethsemane after Christ's crucifixion, and lilies bloomed where his sweat fell, the hope of everlasting life.


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Easter Morning

Easter morning breaks with a glorious sunrise a promised new day thank you, Lord, for your promise Easter lilies sway in praise sunlight reaches down lifting my eyes to Heaven a promised new day God's light shines upon my face wiping every tear dry the dawn of Easter happiness of heart and soul a promised new day On the third day, He's risen light shines on an empty tomb


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angel

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


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THE DAY BETWEEN GOOD FRIDAY AND EASTER 1989


I wrote about rain
In Tacoma early on
Sitting in a kitchen
Watching the street below.

Yet today I'm very far South
And it's a different rain
This one is filled with many thoughts
Made of many types.

Drizzling and misting
Hard and straight
Only one sunny break
Easter prelude weather.


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Mallards Fly No More

Early morning
  winter breeze
finds me
  wading waist deep
in murky water
  where
in the darkness
  enticers precisely
placed wait
  unwearyingly
to execute their master's
  will knowing
from the easter heavens
  they will come
in free flight
  sounding 
a characteristic note
  hunting
for mates 
  while sun's rays rain
among trees
  illuminating
hunter-green heads
  poised bodies
until
  a slight movement
barrel raised
  twitched finger weighing
heavily on
 aimed weapon
relaxes and pulls
  releasing
deafening thunder
  then
utter silence
  scattered feathers,
Mallards fly no more.


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Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.


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Spring

Winter, Spring,
Summer, Fall
Which one of these seasons
say it all?

It's all about the birds
It's all about the bees
It's all about the flowers
and all about the trees.

God made Spring
for many reasons.
Because of Spring
this is the season.....

We wake up to cool weather
on a beautiful Spring morning.
All of a sudden there's rain
it seems without any warning.

The flowers are beautiful
as they began to bloom.
The pollen fills the air
sometimes a little bit too soon.

The grass begins to grow
as Easter time draws near.
Look at all the clovers,
again only this time of year.

Many plant their gardens
for the freshest food to eat.
The garden tends to grow good food
whil the rain, soil and sun compete.

So see, things work hand in hand
and happen for a reason.
That's why Spring
ends up being a beautiful season !


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Crayola_____Colors Of Nature

On days of early sunrise many colors greet my eyes
Girls in their pastel Easter dresses is one my eye spies

When looking at all the colors presented by Crayola
As I repose on day off in my pergola

Down where wild things play and I would want to stay all day
Where I could reach.. touch the sky-blue sky from this place of play

Across the way where Mulberry Tree gives its fruit to me
Then I can make that Mulberry jam that will draw many bees

Mulberry such picture pretty color to spread on toast
Great color Mulberry for jam on toast this I will boast

Over by the Mulberry Tree where the Brown Turkey grows
Just below the running rose on the trellis of Misty Rose

Nature offered Crayola colors that we favored
Even Razzle Dazzle Rose sunsets that day's end flavored


(This was inspired by Linda-Marie Brianna contest about Crayola Crayon.)



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Rose's Resonant Tree

I heard from our Tree today.
He and She were both
barely speaking to me
forgetting Her root system
all tangled up with Historied trunk of convexly hierarchical
branches of photosynthetic production,
rather than sharing Her permaculturing compost
more naturally and economically balanced.

I watched our Tree today
while fading memories of shared Him-Her nutrients,
breathing together,
following our full color spectrum
from light through double-bound dark
absence of presence
springing up summer
and falling down winter,
shared days and seasons and informating species,
riding times' energetic gravitating wu wei surf edge,
tipping point between past practice of warm v. cold memories
and future's predicted GoldenLocks intent,
"just right" Earth Day
growing lovely forest dreams
of mutual forbearance and organic porridge sustenance,
and synergetic gratitude,
not so much growling at one another
barking out Golden Rules' bicamerolling spiral head,
core ring of TaoNowLogistics.

Tree therapy for weak-rooted imbalanced ecopathology,
breathing in Him
then breathing out Her EcoLogos wisdom
unweaving binomially out again
embracing His Easter recreation.


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Awakening Spring

Spring winds dance amid trees,
breeze trips o'er green lawns.
Flora rainbows bloom in weeds,
sunshine follows the dawn.

Winter bids a last lament,
one last frosty display.
Pink cherry blossoms comment,
scented aromas from bud sprays.

Robins with their heads bent,
seeking earth worms this day.
Birds whistle the new advent,
contributing to springs display.

Sun wears her Golden bonnet,
dressed in her Easter array.
Poets rehearsing their sonnets,
voicing springs pleasant stay.


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Almost Easter

A week of storm clouds brooding,
and now, look!
the moon’s hatched full.


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Deni Easter 2015

The unhistorical museum
Misses thousands of years
Its grazier-rich sole reference
To peoples whose breath has lingered millenniums
Is a back-of-drawer
Cast-away reference
To the problem.

In square-framed wall hangings
Escutcheons of capital dominate
Captured views of time-challenging
Individual property-retaining ramparts
Outside maggies and their feathered foes 
Still remember
How to circle.