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Details | Quatrain | |

Heritage

The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.

Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air,
A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer.
A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play,
Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day.

This mornin' saw the strangest thing, like time itself had merged,
An' all the souls who once were here, appeared an' then converged.
In swirlin' clouds of mist an' fog, right off the bluffs they rolled,
Till all had gathered in the glen, the modern an' the old.

The Indians, conquistadors, an' other ancient men,
The soldiers from this country's wars, an' cowboys from back when…
They all had come from yesterday to help me understand
Our link with those who came before, to heritage an' land.

A crazy notion, so I thought, that they could just appear,
But as the morning went along the reason got real clear.
They rode along with me that day to show me things I’ve missed,
The things I’ve seen a thousand times an’ some I’d just dismissed.

Those wagon roads of long ago, still evident today,
Are carved in rock an' rutted earth, not apt to wash away.
They linked the missions, forts an' towns those many years gone by;
An' left their mark for all to see, as modern times grew nigh.

The artifacts an' weathered ruins attest to yesterdays,
When others came an' lived their lives in very different ways.
We've seen their skill in arrowheads they honed from fired stone,
An' craftsmanship in beads an' tools they fashioned out of bone.

At ever turn and trail we took was something to remind,
The Maker must have had a plan laid out for humankind.
The Earth He made’s been feedin' us a half-a-million years,
An' used it's wonder, force an' change to challenge pioneers.

I do not know if they'll return or if they’ll feel the need,
But I’m prepared to ride the trail, where ever it may lead.
We all are spirits ridin’ time with bodies of the Earth,
Whose time has come to take the reins an’ offer up our worth.

The land has been the legacy we cultivate an’ reap,
The life has been the heritage our father’s fought to keep,
An’ we are bound throughout our time with those who came before,
To put our hearts and souls to it, and make it something more.


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 
---------

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Details | Acrostic | |

Alien Feet

ALIEN                             -NOT-                               HUMAN


Alien life form---                               ---Far from human toucH
Living among it self---                  ---In the heavens like a gurU
Intelligence kept from civilization------Scientist call it a phantoM 
Earth remains alone---                            ---Like a secret ninjA 
NASA's top secret---                           ---You are not humanN

BY:SKAT                              .                                   BY;PD


Details | Personification | |

Ode to the Redwood

I was once a little twig with dreams of being a mighty tree
So people would come from all around just to look at me
As the years started to come and go I fell in love with the wind
I would open myself big and wide swaying to the music of my friend
My rings became many and my bark was as red as red could be
Then the day finally came I was the tallest of the tallest trees
I stood tall and I stood proud and everyone knew my name
As my rings continued recording my destiny to fame
Then the fateful day it came my friend and I had a fight
Looking back I can't recall who was wrong or right
I said, "You are but the wind something people can't even see"
" And I'm the king of them all the tallest of the tallest trees"
That night the wind started to howl she really started to blow
And I the tallest of all the trees learned we reap what we sow
My roots struggled to hold on tight but without a soul around
She who had been my dearest friend knocked me to the ground
The loggers came and cut me up then shipped me away
To my soul that truly was a sad and lonely day
Torn from all I knew and loved wishing I didn't have to feel
I was cut into boards and post down at the local mill
Now I'm back here at home just a few feet away
From where my friend the wind and I used to dance and play
I'm the deck on which you stand I lay below your feet
There is a bench made of me would you care to have a seat
Sometimes in life our roles change just take a look at me
The trick is no matter who are what you are be all you can be
See I was once a little twig who became a mighty tree
And now I'm a redwood deck as proud as proud can be
And of my friend the wind she visits me everyday
So I can thank her once again for helping me find my way


Details | Tanka | |

Moonlight Sewing Night

pearlescent moonbeams satin spools unravelling through dark threads of trees fragile crocheted filaments luminous lunar lacework scattered sequin stars bright beads on night's black fabric silken starlight strands darn darkness with silver yarn moonlight's purled embroidery


Details | Rhyme | |

THE LONELINESS OF A LOST CLOUD

God named me a straying cloud,
and by His perpetual wish I abide...
as the loneliest cloud floating on the earth's breeze.
I glance below and discover the yellow daffodils pride, 
and fluttering they dance beneath the apple trees;
and as a sparrow I feel the bond. 


My night visitation is more exciting than broad daylight,
I encounter many stars and make them my friends,
and they love shining on the Milky Way...
looking down on the lonely bay so bright;
and tossing their luminous heads, they brightly dance:
so happy they have come my way!


Even the ocean's waves join them in their play,
but their dance is better than theirs,
and at such wondrous sight I make verse...
being offered their warm company;
I am amazed by how they roll and still gazing away,
I do admire the spectacle that gladdens me.


So often, on my couch I gladly lie to rest,
but overwhelmed by empty or moody thoughts,
that splendid image flashes in the glow of the sunset;
my daffodils still wave and invite me to dance,
and I dance with them, making a happy sound...
not to feel the loneliness of a lost cloud. 


Entered in Brian Strand's Adaption poetry contest
This is an adaption of Williams Wordsworth's poem,
"I wandered lonely as a cloud"

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Rhyme | |

Truths Unspoken

Born of glaciers, rivers flow,
turquoise ice and untouched snow,
deep green valleys far below,
ancient stands of hardwoods grow.

Icy rivers running deep,
through the mountain's midnight sleep,
darkened waters crest and leap,
earthbound secrets rivers keep.

Stoically the mountains stand,
nurturing the age-old land,
born before mere time began,
when Earth was pure, devoid of man.

River rocks were once rough stone,
water-smoothed, by eons honed,
each grain of sand is sand alone,
truths unspoken lie unknown. 

Listen to the waters speak,
every river, ocean, creek,
there lie answers all must seek,
flowing from the mountain's peak.

©copyright2009DanielleWhite


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter's Song

Autumn dripping leaves of weary gold
Exits quietly, fading through the trees.
Hawthorn shakes her cloak of ruby fire.
Naked to the woods and twisting breeze.
 
Winter’s breath now lingers in the air.
Strands of whispered frost on silver lace.
Deep within the green a distant voice.
Calls the breeze to dance with chilling grace.
 
Winter’s tune plays keenly on the wind.
Snowflakes dance and play her melody.
Wrapped in fur she drapes the scene in white.
Nature shrouded, steeped in mystery.
 
Winter’s touch threads spider’s webs with gems.
Diamond drops of cold reflected glass.
Water turns to stone with breathless ease.
Frozen daggers arm each blade of grass.
 
Winter’s kiss enchants the wood to sleep.
Holly smiles and stains her berries bright.
Mistletoe wound tight on blackened bough.
Strands of pearl reflecting ghostly light.
 
Winter’s song plays on throughout the night.
Nature’s secrets slumber in the earth.
Spring will wake them with the sun’s return
Thaw the ground and call them to rebirth.
 


Details | Haiku | |

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

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


Details | Haiku | |

emerald envoys

emerald envoys
endure chilling reception..
scarlet suffering


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 | I do not know? | |

Raindrops

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Limerick | |

I Met This Charming Moonbeam Last Night

The arms of the willow started to sway
and this curious glow rippled my way.
While flirting with my feet,
nature played a song so sweet.
The lake our dance floor 'til the sun's first ray.


Details | Verse | |

In a Hammock Sky

In a hammock sky, sun seared my skin, melting it away. But in a twinkling, night fell, claimed my soul, and birthed a star. Written by Andrea Dietrich 8/31/12 for nette onclaud's HAMMOCK OF SKY IN TANAGA poetry contest


Details | Free verse | |

Night's sentry

Oh blackest night,
how elegantly you 
do decorate your canopy.
Twinkling stars 
sparkle gloriously 
in the Heavens.
Brightest yellow moon
shining it's beautiful face,
keeping watch as sentry
to Earth's mysterious gates.


Details | Rhyme | |

When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Voice In The Wind

Far above a timbered valley -- High up on a mountain peak -- The beauty of the day surrounds me As I listen to the breezes speak. Serenity caresses my soul -- Gentle winds tune each leaf they touch -- Until a symphony is heard By senses not attuned to such. I question the source of this artistry. And, as resonant chords the winds pursue, Lyric breezes sing their songs And flood my mind with thoughts of you. So, I listen for a voice in the wind -- As I wait for your spirit to pass by. When I reach for a hand meant for me The spell is broken by a sigh.


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 | Free verse | |

Lightning Chased Thunder

Into the mist which settles upon the waters
Tempered elements connect and clash
Each vying for dominance within their domain
Lightning chases Thunder throughout forlorn skies
The harder she cracks her brilliant, whip the further he runs
In pain he roars through pitch black skies
Man stands in awe of the battle displayed 
And the heavens hang low and cry pouring rain

~*~

Note:  Inspired by "The perfect Storm" Very sad ending, yet, one of my favs.


Details | Free verse | |

Wondrous Kite

She walks away.

Girlish and glorious
laughter
floats
through air
like a kite on a string
that pulls
tautly slipping through tightened fingers,
burning a little,
and slicing through 
if ever left unattended,

so preciously tensioned
against the cold
benumbing
wind. 

Tears begin to flow
but I do not know . . .
my heart?
or the wind?
If my heart, then am I sad
to be here on the ground
or joyful
to be watching the kite
fly? 

In answer, a quivering.

A wisp.

"She will not fall or float away while I hold her thus. 
She will be beautiful for me."

Wondrous.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stripping of Star Capes

Sleep with me under the afghan of stars
illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars
A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours
as we ribbon out our lives in whispered stories.

~Whisking up of ink in your eyes white peppered mint
while our breath entrances frost on the eve of night fall's wrist
We are still intangible, first here, but than a mist
as vagrant as sweet stars in their last glory.
Shoulders hug the trees with their limbs limp silhouette
while we strip translucent star capes to their bows with no regret
Moon beam pure explosions to beget and to beget
the light with which we pine for now in haste~

Sleep with me under the myriads of minds
which slept here before us and whispered in kind
We will be stardust ourselves you will find
as our wings of illusion unravel.


Details | Free verse | |

Adrift

Adrift in this vast,
empty sea. Silent,
save for the beckoning call
of  distant gulls,
your only friend. And 
the makeshift mast and sail is
uselessly flaccid.

And beneath,
concealed
by the dangling sway, 
of muddy-
moss-green ribbons of waving kelp,
is the dark murk
of unknown depths.

Then the wind 
panics,
arousing your sail and
it swells into life
and draws you towards home.


Details | Personification | |

SpellBound

With a kiss of deadly breath
She finally brings her down
All her flames of crimson amber
Frozen on the ground
Snow white winter
Happy
That autumns’
Dead at last
Stares in silence
Spellbound
By the beauty
In the glass


Details | Senryu | |

Tranquil Waters

Her dark eyes reflect
Tranquil waters beyond dusk
When she does not cry.


Details | Free verse | |

Grand Canyon

Some people are voices
On the edge of rocks
With steep slopes and cliffs.
Some people are echoes
At the bottom of walls
Carved by rushing waters.


Details | Rhyme | |

Nature's Kiss~

Connecting with nature
Walking along I find peace…
Autumn leaves surround me
Crunching rhythms at my feet
I Step inside harmony ~

Brown leaves start swirling
A Tiny tornado forming
Admiringly…I stand glowing… 
A mighty wind blows off my hat
Quickly…I wonder …what was that?

As I hold onto my head
It blows away end over end
Nature playing games instead 
My gracious hat…ahead it blew
I ran after it fast and true~

Blown up against a Willow 
Floppy hat blocked indeed
Tiny raindrops starting to fall 
Cool drops kiss my cheek 
Nature’s spirits forever speak ~

                                          


Details | Free verse | |

Simplicity's Gifts

Cockle shell candles and firefly lights
padding the path to the woods
Grass crunched and scattered in weeds and in patterns
of the way every garden should look
Cobblestone herb baths and sleepy old stars
shooting the breeze in the dark
Waiting for someone to wish and discover
the cobblestone path in their heart
Night time is patient and fragile and ancient
with secrets just bursting to share
Turn up the jasmine and glow in the shadows
with eyes open wide to the moon
Luxuries lunar light swinging old stars
parading their final hurrah
Flittering fireflies brush up on moves as they
follow the trails of the heart
Pumpkin shaped lanterns delight the warm eye
orange and gold muted voice
Hanging from tree limbs bent down to oblige
and also to be understood
Fly on with sonar and pipe cleaner wings
soaring above all the lights
Lit up like secrets, hovering, weaving
simplicity's gifts of the night...


Details | Free verse | |

SPIRIT RIDER

Alone figure stands, 
On sunsets rock.
Summers hot breezes brush,
Against bare skins flesh.
Stalking the ageless path.
Behold histories Indian brave, 
Man, and horse intertwined.
Symbiotic beings joined,
They are one.
The spirit rider gallops, 
Across freedoms trail.
Cautiously, allying arrow unto bow,
Aiming swiftly his shot to kill.
Guardian’s raging bull charges,
Forward.
Protectors sacrifice, blood mingles,
Amongst dust clouds aftermath, 
His majesty lies slain.
Dark brown eyes close, 
Glimpsing blue sky for the,
Last time.
Heavens prairies, welcome destiny's,
Honorable foe,
The hunter kneels beside the giant's,
Stilled heart,
Giving thanks, singing chants rise,
Ascending heights greener, 
Pastures unto a higher plain.
It echoes in valleys deep,
Touching the lands of his,
 Fore fathers.
Tonight beneath flames tribal fires,
Rhythms beating drums, gives praise,
Many shall celebrate, feasting,
 In memories tribute,

  BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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 | |

Blue Harvest Moon

Comes silently
on sorrel moccasins

roosted on tortoiseshell
of root cellar

singing, stumbling
in numb imaginings

lit with half-light
vegetables
squeezed in jars
of russet and avocado

above
a cornice of sky
split with laughter
searching
for broken arrowheads
gold and silver among leaves

air billowed white
from lips
soft frail bones
of snowflakes
magically appear
scattering in breath
taken away
into apple night


Details | Free verse | |

An Early, Experimental Poem of Alternate Lines

The mirror reflects, obliquely,
a peculiar yellow butterfly -- it flutters, flutters
the specks of black my beard is made of
on the breeze.  A daffodil hangs down its treasure
and I spread shaving cream, in great white puffs,
shielding from the wind and rain its yellow
across my face.  The nose protrudes, ridiculous
excrescence.  A leaf half green sweeps up in circles
in the whiteness all around.  A weak chin, think I,
of windy sighs.  Squirrels crack acorns, crunching,
down into a patchy neck.  Very unsatisfactory
remembering winter's almost famine.  The trees --
appearance.  Altogether so.  Oh well.
Quiet.  Steady.  Sturdy.  Oh well.
The mirror reflects, but not uniquely.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mine Eyes Lied

Looking out the kitchen window
What is that mine eyes see
Pale Pink Running Rosebud looking at me
Let me look close at a miracle spied
Oh! White bleached dead leaf 
How mine eyes have lied


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 | Rhyme | |

PLUTO'S TREASURE

Golden objects are most outstanding,

But without loving, they are missing flavor.

But let’s not forget stunning silver,

That the maid often loves to savor.

And brilliant copper, with its rosy sheen,

That every craftsman should well know.

But cold iron, as Kipling likes to say,

From all of these, takes the show.

Not mentioned yet, but not to be overlooked,

Is platinum, our bright and lustrous pal.

Thought to be impure for thousands of years,

But now more valuable than them all.


    


Details | Couplet | |

Loony Tunes

<                                        Cascading lakes and streams
                                           The loon stands out it seems

                                           Minnesota's state bird
                                           I know it must sound absurd


                                           Adopted in nineteen sixty one
                                           Wails and yodels heard under the sun


                                          Black and white bearing red eyes
                                          Wingspans five feet can make one cry


                                          Body lengths up to three feet
                                          Yet  clumsy on lands and moss peat


                                          They are high speed flyers
                                          And great underwater divers


                                          They can dive up to ninety feet
                                          In pursuit of fish they want to eat

                                      
                                         They are even on our license plates
                                         An critical habitat drawn on metal slates


                                         Twelve thousand of these unique birds
                                         God that has to be a lot of turds

 
                                        But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
                                        Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues








Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog  Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet


Details | Rhyme | |

When Sheep Collide

'Tis strange where we should get the notion
That poetry expressed in motion
Should within the human form reside.
When nature gives us many chances
Unpractised and ephemeral dances
Like in a muddy field when sheep collide

Truth is, that nature's not so humble
And doesn't mind the dancer's stumble
There's nothing that it ever seeks to hide
Uncaring it leaves all revealed
And is not shamed if one small field
Has crazy sheep and one long muddy slide

They're mad, they're bad, they're having fun
Those naughty sheep and every one
Is doing what convention has denied
The hillside's muddy, wet and slick
With crazy sheepies sliding quick
Down to the bottom, down where sheep collide.

Many count good nature's fare
The birdsong and the country air
Among the wonders of the countryside
But strange delight can yet be found
In woolly bodies sliding round
A simple muddy field where sheep collide.

While nature guides celestial spheres
In cosmic dances, it appears,
With majesty the earthborn are denied
Down far beneath in mud and grass
A sheep slides on its woolly a***:
A sense of fun, though not a sense of pride.


Details | Free verse | |

Jungle Love

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Personification | |

Her Name Is January

She rides into town with a storm as her steed
With clicking ice spurs, and rattling reins
With somber delivery and the bleak look of gloom
Bursting with pride as an old year must end 

She shoves her way into the house, out of spite
A gloomy gray cloud, who brings her own blight
Leaving a trail of mistletoe dust
Building a nest out of leftover crumbs

Flapping her wings and spinning her looms
Strutting her youth at the stroke of midnight
She stalks on wet feet, with some snow on her boots
She shouts out the news that some taxes are due
No care in the world she makes us feel blue!

Her windows are dark, and her doorway is bare
She holds a firm grip, till the end of her stay
Yet, slowly and surely, against her advice
Intrudes the domain, as she watches creeks rise
Then comes the sun, of a warm winter's day
It thaws her cold grip,  with frowns of surprise
With remorse, she announces... it's time for goodbye! 




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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



Details | Rhyme | |

ENGINE OF THE SOUL

Build me an engine –lady of my dream,

Let it be powered by eternal steam.

May patience be your tool of design,

Planning completeness with a cunning mind.

To drive the pistons of a soul’s production,

We need fire with extreme combustion.

This fire from the fervor of powerful prayer

Will create the steam with warmth to spare.

The engine comes to life with a blast and a toot,

And begins to harvest the spiritual fruit.

Run on my soul, with speed aplenty;

For the harvest is rich and the prayers are many.


Details | Free verse | |

A RAINY DAY

By ears and whiskers, ain't no more
A sadder thing that being in the dog house,
On a rainy day.
Make no bones about it, when momma's
Mad I'm hanging my head low.
Jo dirt has nothing on how bad this hound feels,
But honestly instincts roller, over road wisdom's,
Howling, but I'd mean it dearest sweet mommy.
With woofs and kisses can I  make it all better,
It's lonely on this side of the doorway.
With you out there and me in here.
Kibbles my bits I'd give up my
 Monthly allotment,
Of bacon bits for a true heart felt,
That a good boy one more time. 
If I could I'd bring you a beer,
Just to see that frown disappear.
Perking these two ears up to here,
Your laughter ring out at bed time.
Or a soft whispers friendly voice, speaking
Good night dear old friend.
All four paws down I won't do it again,
Cross this canine's fury little heart.
But the rain keeps falling,
As outside the sunshine is calling,
Our names to be together,
There's no tears like these rainy days.
So I'll sit patiently,
For the sun to rise again in your heart,
When ever that maybe,
Because simply put I'm loyalties pup,
Just waiting for you to bring me 
On the right side of 
The door once more.
To sit beside thee again.
A companion and dearest friend,
Always letting the sun to shine down
On us forever more.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








Details | Quatrain | |

Lovers Utopia

Magical crescent moon
Shining on the path below
Lighting the way for lovers
Together as they stroll

Exploring the enchantment
Of the animals and the trees
Finding their own Utopia
Beneath natures canopy

Together they may hear
A love birds sweet melody
As the crickets and a bullfrog
Seem to join in harmony

Sparkling stars and dewdrops
Fireflies dance about merrily
As winds song within the leaves
Plays a lovers symphony

The smell of jasmine in the air
Rose and chamomile so sweet
With just a soft hint of patchouli
A lovers perfume as they meet

The mystery and excitement
Passionate kisses, perfect date
These two lovers souls connect 
In this mesmerizing place 




Details | Couplet | |

BEIRA'S WINGS




From stark equinox, a cold wind blows
Maiden Winter closes the final rose,
Now she stands at the frosted gate
Decked in pristine robe so ornate
Dusted leaves drift from balding trees;
Crowning tiny pearls of arctic breeze.
Her wand sparks pale Eos’ quiet thrill
Quilts of eyelids wake on threadbare hill,
Soon kingdom’s carpet will turn to steel
And dashes of fairies pour a misty reel.
All snow -bound hours and icy nights
Blinkies*, a million twinkling lights
Scatter their magical flakes once again,
For powdered toes to whisk on capped lane.

And so the frigid bouquets will cling
Till crystals explode across Beira’s* wing.




©


*Eos- Greek Titan goddess of dawn
*Blinkies—Jamaican term for fireflies
*Beira—Celtic goddess of Winter


Fairy Tails Contest by nette onclaud


Details | I do not know? | |

Don't Worry Child

Don't worry child
Don't cry
Don't let fear
Find you

Don’t worry child
The life
Still needs you
You will find life
When you find
You!

Don’t worry child
Don’t die
Beside the cold trees
Find your way out
Find the life inside

Don’t worry child
May the branches of doubt
Lead you to the leaves
Where everything is calm and green
Away from the screaming steam

Don’t worry child
in the forest
Deep inside
Between the ashes and shadows
A mystic soul shines
Among the trees of life
Always by your side

Don’t worry child
Don’t cry
Find life
inside you
Don’t die
Your soul is bright
Your tree will shine
soon
You will find
You are one of a kind
So Don’t worry child!


Details | Rhyme | |

Night Breeze

Gazing at the stars
in a beautiful night sky,
she feels the silent wind
slowly passing by.

As the cool gentle breeze
caresses her skin,
it ruffles her dress
again and again.

As the waves from the ocean
cover the sand,
the wind sways her hair
as she brushes it with her hand.

She stands with a smile
in the light of the moon,
hoping the breeze
will come back soon.


Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Published by Publish America


Details | Rhyme | |

Moonlight Shadow

Once upon a gloomy night
Stars and fireflies a bit apart
Moonlight shadow so bright.

Mysterious figures appeared before my eyes
Oh I can't imagine I was staring with chills
It was the first time I witnessed those apparitions

What an experience to be treasured
It changed my life, dreams, and mind
Even today the vision still vivid.


Details | Tanka | |

Gracefully Bows As She Leaves

Forest alive now
Autumn colors brilliant glow
Poplar_ Maple grow
Colors seen_red, yellow, rust
Auroras of autumn flow

Elegantly dressed
For the last ball before snow
She smiles at artist
As he gathers paints blends shades
Painting her colorful gown

As sunlight dances 
Against gown that glows with dew
Gracefully she bows
As bare limbs begin to show
Last of grace before first snow


Details | Alliteration | |

Morning Rain

No tears as we scoop up the moon,
zip up dirt statues that dance in the sky,
and pour out the sea of stars. 

We laugh as we boil to pull closer the sun, 
turn our night song into the whistle of a soothing wind, 
and blanket mountain tops with snow.

We sip blueberry flowers as we clip birds to trees,
turtles to seas, and playful dogs to shoes;
then we lean in and candle the dawn. 

No tears as we scoop up the moon,
snag the sun, and slice the sky.

No tears,
           Unless,  
                  As morning rain they fall.


Details | Haiku | |

Night-Day

night creeps steadily
adorned in dark velvet cape…
watching as men sleep

crickets sound their shrill
bullfrogs play tuba and base…
shooting stars display

day rolls in bright-bold
night in surrender recedes…
rays of gold invade
~*~

1/23/12
Annalise Brigham
Note:  For Linda Marie's "Hodgepodge Haiku Trio" Contest
*7th Place


Details | Ghazal | |

Lavender Rain

Breezes WHISPER in the trees after cleansing rain;
FRAGRANCE of Wisteria WAFTS following rain

Thoughts of my love's LILTING bass voice WAFTING brings BLISS,
As FRAGRANT Wisteria comes with flowing rain

As SPLENDOR of sun peeking from behind a cloud;
The bright glow and warmth is as TRANQUILIZING rain

DULCET sun melts cares better than TRANQUILIZER___
Better even after a spring soft washing rain

ELOQUENCE of my love's romantic poems soothes the heart,
SUNFLOWER listens through LAVENDER flowing rain.


Details | Free verse | |

Breathless

My eyes are all out of breath

A day such as this
                             feels the calm fingers
                                                                        ........         of eternity

In this....the morning of a new year
                             
                 change stands on the horizon


Yet, earth feels no quiver

                      ...the air
                                      weaves no motion in the shafts of wheat
                                      to mark the soundless trail by which the seasons pass
                                                                                                              
So hushed a day is this
             that one mere leaf
                     floating earthward with compliant sigh
                              would send the echo of it's whispering
                                      across the purple arches of the sky

                            can I?   should I?  even try to write a poem?
                            
                            for, who am I to describe?



                              a
                              q u i e t
                              b e a u t y
                              t r a n s c e n d i n g
                              a l l
                              e y e s
                       
                              this
                              gift
                              from
                              God



____________________________________________________________


Details | Monorhyme | |

Butterflies and Moonbeams - Duo rhyme in Honor of Mary Ports

(Duo rhyme in Honor of Mary Ports)

Butterflies & Moonbeams 

Of things that inspire I will write 
Whether things of day or by night 
    Butterflies and silver moonbeams 
    Upon the quiet water gleams 
    Azure heavens where a hawk screams 
    Sunsets repainting awesome themes 
    Trees shade meandering cool streams 
    Yellow Stone where old faithful steams 
    Fireflies & double rainbow dreams 
    All made of magic so it seems 
Enchantments entice my delight 
With wonder I will dream tonight 

©Diana Dalton 15 July 12 





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Details | Rhyme | |

O' possum

O' possum O' possum
Sleep the day away
Await the setting of the sun
before you go and play

As the dusk arrives at last
Awake and stretch your paws
Don't clamber from your tree too fast
Hang tightly with your claws

The brown team 'v' the greys
Its football night you see
they'll use a melon for a ball
with a ring tailed referee

The match is quite a tussle
both teams are very strong
The crowd sit up in the trees
And Hisses them along

A possum breaks loose from the pack
Towards the goal he's bound
The goalie take a single look
Then plays dead upon the ground	

The melon bounces of the post
A dustbin crashes to the ground
The crowd invades with fever pitch 
To look in and see what's found




Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Bird and The Moon

`` In the middle of a dream was I, when suddenly a sound which I thought profound, woke me up at night.. Squinting my eyes, got up to sight bluejay shrill, on my window sill; air wrapped in a fine mist, it sparkled like pearls on moon beams.. moon dust shone through the window as glistening long white trail.. Down swooped the bird, looping cold rays. I fell under magical spell; fumbled for my limbs, wibbly wobbly things; held fast on the bed, I was covered in fine silver cobwebs ... ~ For Catie Lindsey's "Diminished and Advancing Hexaverse Contest" ..


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Birds Of A Feather

At night the Whip-Poor-Will sings
A frantic lover's tune Whip-Poor-Will Whip-Poor-Wil
At dawn the Dove's coo coo _soft peace surely brings
Then the Roosters in their chorus appeal
Singing a tune that is slightly shrill

As the gray clouds amass like sand 'pon the beach
Birds sing unrehearsed a tune destined at birth
Each one their own melody a treat
'Tis a delight, laughter, and mirth
To most residence of this great earth

But when the Owl's hoot is heard
A name he calls tells of coming woe
Please sing a song lovely Catbird
Not you Owl with your death bow
Awake me soft cooing Dove tell me its not so
  

Inspired by Francine Robert's contest
Whimsy in English Quintain
Birds topic chosen
Written this Fourteenth day of April 2013


Details | Ballad | |

Where are all the fairies

Where have all the fairies gone
where do they go at night.
Do they take to the wing
and off they go in flight?
I thought that they were down
at the bottom of the garden path,
so when i'm in the garden
I look close down in the grass.
So why is it that when
I am tucked up in my bed
I can hear them laughing,
Or is it in my head?
I wish that I could tell you
just where those fairies be,
But when I go and look for them 
they always seem to flee.
We've even had a fairy ring
upon our lawn appear,
But even then our search for them 
they seem to disapear.
One day I'll find the fairies
but till then, even if I fail,
Il'll always believe in them 
it's not a fairy tale.

                 Jacque Lee


Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

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

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

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

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






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 | Carpe Diem | |

The Birch Forest.

Across horizons
From skies to Earth

Serenading within
Ancient wood

Enduring blossoms
Whisper abound

Time is trivial  
Sunlight reigns

To time everlasting 
Resonating life

A fullness of peace
In silence of shadows

A symbiotic citadel
Life undisturbed


Details | Light Poetry | |

Rubbing my body in passion

Come into my fantasy universe
My cavenest
I sit under a waterfall
Water splashes off my skin
He comes behind my neck
With a kiss 
Rubbing my body in passion
A nice gentle squeeze
My head falls back
My legs get so , so , so weak
He catches me with a kiss
Lays my body on the ground
Kissing each and every part
He could
Feel this excitement
I feel
This fairyland
I dream
The heat, I feel inside
Making love
Oh, sweet fantasy love
Underneath this beautiful, waterfall


Details | Verse | |

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


Details | Couplet | |

The Bird Sings

If I were a bird, would you clip my wings
then cage me away with pretty things?
And, if my wings were to be clipped
why not just burry me within a crypt,
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
For to have wings that cannot soar,
then why not nail me to the floor?
Tonight I shall make my final swan song
knowing I have been locked away so long.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant so kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So still the caged bird, she sings
without her sky, without wings.
Sometimes laments, sometimes sighs,
sometimes she whistles her own reprise.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So then curious is it, the caged thing
who finds she has the heart to sing?
Because it would seem a great strain
to be caged seems twisted and profane,
for a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
When asked, why do you sing, bird?
The answer is a simple word,
hope, for escape from behind these bars
that keep me caged from the stars.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
Birds should have no master, no kings
and love cannot be clipping wings.
But now it seems I must live confined,
in this hand crafted cage of your design,
but a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So must I wait for these wings to heal
and relearn how the wind may feel.
If I must be caged, still my heart sings
of the day I can again use my wings.


Details | Lyric | |

A Winter Night

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



Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer Dreams

Golden goddess up above,
shine down on me rays of love.
Summer dreams, they come to me,
bright white sands on the beach.
Rays of sun that warm my skin,
waves of blue come crashing in.
Sailboats sailing in,
summer breezes, summer wind. 
Sandcastles along the shore,
summer rains, they always pour.
Summer dreams they come to me,
children playing on the beach.
Rays of sun that warm the sand,
couples walking, holding hands.
Baby blue summer sky,
summer dreams of you and I.


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

in thin water

stones in thin water
hunched like spines of animals
waters whisper through


Details | Rhyme | |

Trumpet Call

My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray and wrinkles reign

I set the table full of food
        For the family to dine fun times
But it is autumn in my life
       When changes prepare for winter

I'm not sure I'll know winter now
        For I have not experienced it
But it's autumn in my life somehow
        Where beauty glows bright from the depths

Producing leaves of many hues
       Love the autumn of my life, Dove
Now all that's left winter's white snow
        I think that when winter comes cold

Plants freeze if left out in weather
      They will need a warmer place inside
But since it is just autumn now
       There's time to prepare room somehow

I still watch the birds from window
       They have not all gone away love
But it's autumn in my life now
        Soon most will be gone for winter

Winter soon will approach with cold
       Seemingly death of the roses
But it's autumn in my life my bold
       There are few thoughts of approaching winter

But when winter comes my way
        The body rest to rise another spring
Now it's autumn in my life this day
         On another day I'll be called by trumpet away


Details | Free verse | |

in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay



*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*


Details | Limerick | |

Don't Disturb The Hive

Run, jump, scream, duck, dodge and leap 
Try to stay on your running feet 
Honey in the hive 
The bees are alive 
Run, jump, scream, don't fall and leap!


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Womanhood

Forbidden as the fruit in the garden of Eden,
But is merciless as man's carnal desire.
Similarly ripe and succulent,
And provoking instantaneous salivation, 
A desire to taste.
The oasis in a desert of heat and sand,
Quenching the instinctive thirst of man.
The bearer of fruit, 
Giver of life,
The garden in which man plants his seed,
And grants the world mortality. 
Once a symbol of purity and innocence,
The most beautiful of flowers in a field of many. 
Harvesting of such a blossom does not result in decadence,
But instead marks fertility,
And the renewal of that virtue.
Dawning of all existence,
Fulfillment of all desires,
And the divine being of all creation,
Eternally unaware of the power it possesses.


Details | Free verse | |

THE GRAVEYARD OF SHIPS

Beneath the fathom’s deep, in wreckage’s graveyard
Of the forgotten, here the broken bones of ships lie still,
Covered in a forest of seaweeds greenery.
Corrosion steel hauls ripped wide open, lay against ancient
Wooden beams from vessels voyages, of long ages distant past.
Faded names, render no clues reference, for the maritime detective.
But tragedies lost vessels, did ride upon the frothy foam, 
And spray above, sailing the big blues timeless tides.
Nay Poseidon's toll ti’s payed in sailors flesh, melting
Humanities dreams beneath his drowning waves.
Beauties fare, and proud are they, the crippled, 
Swallowed whole by the aquatic storms avenging rage.
Mercy's mere-angels weep thus, for the mortal souls lost,
Guiding them towards their spiritual resting place below,
And welcoming them unto their fathers kingdom beneath,
The abysses darkening depths.
Torn asunder is mankind's well hued craft, shattered
Into bits pieces, large to small, a glittering shards
Rain of destruction. crashing into the muddy bottom,
Of the under belly of the sea itself.
Deaf are the silent cry's of men, whom leave only
Bubbles streaming upwards, as their last epitaphs
Tribute for thy existence.
The devil's gardens, swim these black waters,
Turning them crimson red, sharp toothed monsters,
Feasting upon carrion discarded left overs.
Dark figures, phantom creatures, lurking just below,
The briny surface, awaiting for the Poseidon’s next victim,
To join the graveyard of ships.
Faded are their names, forgotten titles, as the paint
Peels, on the once majestic vessels.
Now they remain wreckage’s ruins, abandon to the
Mercy of erosion masterful hand of destruction.
Hear the sounding clanging of bells, whom ring in
Silences of troubled waters abode, it is the cracking 
Of doom, beware thy young lad, he whom seeks fortunes
Favor abroad, for only fools test the might of the sea,
Against thy own grit and survive.
Thus thee shed a tear for the fallen, dear lad, 
For no other will on the dead’s behalf, in thine
Cemetery of the graveyard of ships. no passages
Return tickets are given.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
SPIRITUAL-HISTORICAL
02-03-2914






  


Details | Ballad | |

If the world were full of hippies

If the world were full of hippies
there'd be nothing left to prove
except peace and understanding
and a little bit of groove

Noone would be homeless
Like many live today
We'd build beautiful communes
where anyone could stay

Together we'd make music
to the beat of mother earth
there'd be no fighting or war
Everyone sharing equal worth

We'd grow our own vegetables
 and create trinkets to sell
We'd open up our minds
break free from our shell

Every colour and every race
would teach one another
we'd become a united family
every sister, every brother

We'd bless all gods creatures
show respect for the land
Give free hugs to everyone
openminded to understand

Nature would speak to us
Our world would become one
with peace and understanding
and a little bit of fun


Details | Rhyme | |

Seasons of Change

This poem has been deleted due to possible publication.


Details | Fibonacci | |

Betrayal Of The Soul

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


Details | Romanticism | |

Under the Waterfall

Wings flutter
     off in the distance
as I shuffle through these stones,
tasting the energy trapped in each,
scouring my lands
         for my lost crystal,
that which can mend
what I’ve torn asunder.

In frustration
   I abandon my quest,
deciding to find
     my feathery deity,
the wind carries her scent to me
and I head Northeast,
  diving through brush
          and dodging trees
like only a Lycan may.
She must have picked up on my intentions
for I sense her
  heading towards me
so I veer more northward,
   there’s a place I know.

As I draw near  
   you can hear water
      cascading off rocks,
when I arrive the moon is up,
clouds curled beneath it
as if it were a white pearl
  resting on gray cushions,
to the right 
   the beginnings of a river
being fed by the waterfall,
about 80’ tall
  careening off the three
stone outcroppings
and filling the air in the clearing 
with a fine mist,
 the left is ringed
by long needled pines
which have supplied the ground
with a soft cushion.

My winged beauty
lands on the third outcropping
whipping her hair back
under the waterfall’s edge.
I sprint to the water’s shore
and leap to the first,
as my claws connect
bound to the second,
paws touching
   then legs thrust me 
to the third
where I bring myself erect,
   better to ensnare my love
within my arms.

As I bring her close to me
she raises her left hand up
and caresses my muzzle and cheek
with her claws,
I bend downward
    and gently
sink my teeth
into the side of her neck,
she springs off the precipice ,
    me entwined,
and glides down to the pine needle bed.

As we land 
  she pushes herself up,
drags her right claw
down my chest
     and leans in to drink.
I drag one nail along
    each shoulder blade 
and let her blood
   drip down on me
while I lick my claws clean.

After hours
   she crashes down
into my chest,
exhaustion settling in.
I cup my hand around the back of her head,
   hair entwined
in my fingers
and as she uses her wings
to blanket us
we drift off
into a pleasant slumber
while the stars blink at us
and the night creatures
serenade us with their calls.


Details | Haiku | |

Tulips

Tulips crimson lips
Tulips straight erect flying
Share the same war zone


Details | Haiku | |

I'm Sorry

a single white rose
given to the one you want -
apoligized to


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mist Rising

As I sit alone on this rocky shore. The mist rises around my feet and I long for much, much 
more. Just to go out to sea and meet the horizon just you and me in our blazon. To feel the 
salt water as we sail away to enjoy the beauty of this day in this very protected bay.  To kiss 
the rose of early bright.  Maybe stay way into the night and see the moon and billions of 
stars. Reach up and touch the loving God.  The one who made you for me and made the sea 
and misty shores that consumes all my lonely and tiresome chores.


Details | Free verse | |

the flying monkey

there once was a flying monkey who didn't know what to eat.  so he ate the old scraggly poop hanging from his butthole.  His friends thought he was weird but i didnt. i do that all the time.  it tastes good.


Details | Alliteration | |

Two Trees Shaped Like A Heart

Threw two trees a heart was seen
Two trees bent, shaped by time and wind
Threw these trees the truth can be gleaned
Hards times shape, make, and blend


(Threw in this instance means strategic place.)


Details | Free verse | |

Night Poem

It waits...
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light

Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come

To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.

The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.

Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest 
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.

Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -
Arisen

To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
Wings beating
A duet with the breeze.


So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.

With merriment's ink: 
A Kiss; 
A dance; 
A song etched deep: 
Art carved out of sky.

Title: Night Poem


Details | Cinquain | |

The Rose { Cinquain }

                                                      rosebud
                                                 silken cressant
                                           unfurling petals wide
                                        crystal adorn display table
                                                     freshcut


Details | Epyllion | |

Torturous Twenty Four.

Forlorn in midnights vastness
Twinkling cousins as patient companions
She covets him
Her blushing glow pacifying the empty night
Descending toward dawn
Anxious Lingering

He will come for her…

Slowly the stars fade out and night dissipates in morning mist
Ocean breezes begin murmuring the promise
Life begins again this new day

He ascends the heavens upon brilliant light
His rending ardor glowing sultry upon her face
Almost becoming one they embrace in chaste love 
Only for the moment before she falls away

Mirroring souls caught in a cyclical lovers dance
Reaching out for the other at dawn and dusk
Losing one another time and again

Forlorn within the midday skies
Gentle clouds and albatross as patient company
He yearns for her
His heavy radiance granting the gifts on the new day
Descending towards twilight
Restless Lingering

She will come for him…


Details | Verse | |

The Birds

I'm thinking of the little birds
That fly away in fall,
And return when the balmy breezes
Make their beckoning call.

Today they fly above the clouds
Snow dancing in their faces,
Searching for a place to land
Where the sun shows it's graces.

Tomorrow they will take to air
To find the snow has gone,
And return to my little tree
With bright and cheery song.

                       Cile Beer

written l955


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Couplet | |

Morning Light

Dense fog lingers and crawls
Forrest trails lead to the falls

Cool shaded streams flow silently
Stars strewn above shine brilliantly

Morning sky flirting with night
Clouds run together dark meets light

Orange Rust Clouds trying to shine
Darkness and time staying behind


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Pursuit

A clement breeze brushing over skin,
A salty scent breathed deep.
Eyes closed, waves heard below,
A muffled crashing,
A cool, gentle spray.
Eyes open, ebony ocean,
Stippled with touches of moonlight.
Rushing air caressing fingers,
Higher above the water.

A million grains of sand shifting under foot.

Still.


Details | Rhyme | |

Goblins' Dance

Solid cover of morn's damp dew
Looks frosty 'pon mown grass
Jets have traversed the eastern sky
Leaving white streaks where passed

The rising sun has cast some pink
There's sand 'pon the low clouds
A mysterious fog hides the hills
Where goblins gather in crowds  

They roast marshmallows in the night
Play, sing, and dance with glee
Dare the owls to sing who, who, who
At the rising sun flee

Contest: Everything Halloween
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
September 12, 2013



Details | Rhyme | |

A Summer's Day

A summer’s day is like a dream,
The sun that shines, the flowing stream.
The bird’s that sing their summer song,
A perfect day that last’s so long.

But not so long, for when night fall’s,
The cool dark breeze, the wild life calls.
Owl’s awake to find their prey,
The moon’s their sun, the night their day.

And so the darkness turn’s to light,
Another day bid’s good bye to night.
The grass is warmed by the sun’s bright ray,
Another dreamy summer’s day.


Details | Free verse | |

Sunset

Sunset,
One of nature's most brilliant
display of colors.
The time before darkness 
when the sky has lost the sun
but has yet to find the stars.
When the sky becomes
God's canvas freely painted with 
brush strokes of yellow red and gold.
As the brilliant light of day
begins to fade into the night,
the sun relaxes and prepares 
to sleep knowing darkness waits.


Details | Romanticism | |

Hidden Fortress

O Lost and Weary Knight
A heavy heart has led you to this hidden grove
This fortress nestled in warm darkness

Come to me; collapse into my outstretched arms
We will fall among the tender bluebells
Rest your tired head upon my lap

And feel ...  With every breath exhaled
The sorrows weighing upon your anguished brow
Disappearing ...  Taking to flight on agile wings
Dissolving...  into trickling rays of sunlight

I will collect each happiness we discover together
String them along, into a glimmering crown for your head 

Clasp your hand in mine
Allow me ... to kiss away those cold, heavy tears
As I cradle you to sleep with gentle lullabies

While time ...  Slowly fades away into nothing
And locks us eternally in our hidden fortress ...
I will give you peace, my Lost and  Weary Knight


Details | Haiku | |

Writer's Block , v.2

quarter moon in sight,
partially hidden by clouds.
just like my verses.


Details | Free verse | |

Wild Horses ~ {a septolet}


beautiful bangtail
spirit untamed
racing tumbleweeds
thundering
across mesas

stallions wrestle
under night skies...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Lovely Lady, Lovely Autumn

"Lovely Lady, Lovely Autumn"
                   By Rachel Heffington

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
May I take a lock of hair
From the tresses that glow, burnished
In the sumac over there?

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
You're bewitching when you're dressed
In your gown of amber elm leaves
With a hint of rose caressed.

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
Do you blush at my advance?
For I see a crimson on the boughs
Of maple as they dance.

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
You are such a gorgeous lass
With you eyes of bluest heaven
and your shoe of greening grass.

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
You have stole my heart away--
How I longed for, how I wept for you
On Summer's hottest day!


Details | Tanka | |

Azure Silks Blown in the Wind

Floating towards new moon--
a blanket flecked in diamonds
slips over the horizon.
A sliver of light over
azure silks blown in the wind.


Details | Haiku | |

when the wind blows through

when the wind blows through,
one can here the trees talking:
rattling green tongues.


Details | Epigram | |

Azure tongues

Tides move in as one--
bowing upright azure tongues,
marching from the sun.
Pallets lick the shifting sand,
slowly move the plastic land.


Details | Free verse | |

Stars In A Night Sky

The Goliath reaches deep underground,
grabbing a hand full of coal
Crushing the black rock in his huge maw,
polishing it to gleaming diamonds.
Flinging the treasure into the ebon sky.
So at night we can look heavenward,
and enjoy  a million stars
 in a midnight sky.


Details | Rhyme | |

Natures Actions

Raindrops sliding down the leaves
 
Falling; falling to the ground
 
Between the roots; running in streams
 
Strong and steady with no sound
 
 
 
A sea of wild flowers and grass
 
Dancing to the winds weary song
 
Tunes of divine secrets to last
 
Blowing sweet melodies year long
 
 
 
Waves crashing; sprouting mist
 
Fists of fury pounding stones
 
Passion, hope; to forever insist
 
Screaming dreams in hollow tones


Details | Ode | |

Ode to a Woodpecker

The ladder backed pecker,
like a prison uniform.
Caught-up in exposing
the truth beneath the bark,

of the poet's apple tree.
We prefer ourself in spring;
with tiny little flowers,
and the fruit of possibility.

Yet, if not for the woodpecker,
tapping holes into poems,
we might not ever see
the flesh and blood of raw meat.

I will climb that ladder back,
escape pre-decreed standards.
Tap into that syrupy mixture
and suck-out truth from hard wood.

Yes, lessons from a jail bird.
A pest in the Avian Kingdom.
Wisdom from the little rebel,
beat-out of a tree.


Details | Free verse | |

If you had a name (An ode to loss and water)

If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones


Details | Rhyme | |

Oggwool Fleece

In England’s pleasant pastures amid the free wild flowers
Lie pagan ways the wise ones do not mock
And one adept at harnessing these ancient rural powers
Was Oggwool Fleece, the black sheep of the flock

Oggwool was old, much older than the old oak it was said
Beneath whose boughs the dark sheep’s plans are sealed
‘Twas said the sheep had come back from the other side of dead
With the darkness in that corner of the field.

The farm hands better knew to venture in the oak’s strange shade
Or to the long grass that the darkness gripped
Where Oggwool lurked amid the spells and potions he had made
A sheep unshorn and magically undipped.

Not limited by four hooves in working his deft skill
Unhindered in ambitious sheepish plans
Harnessing the dark elves to do his dark sheep will 
Dexterously with little dark elf hands.

From that darkened corner of that English country field
His influence extends itself outside
His arcane woolly web through which his mystic powers wield
Reaching parts and persons spread worldwide

He has extensive vineyards in Italy and Spain,
He has mining operations in Peru
He owns a flock of ostriches down in the Ukraine
(Although he never quite intended to)

He’s engineering world events on scales beyond the ken
He has his hooves in business of all kinds
He interferes remorselessly in world affairs of men
With night-time thoughts drip-fed to human minds

Little green men fly through space in saucers flat and round
On interstellar missions without cease
But on their furthest journey yet, their enterprise is bound
To the ever growing plans of Oggwool Fleece

The politicians spin their words and armies shoulder arms
And yet do not beyond their small acts see
But Oggwool Fleece with thistle skills and other sheepwise charms
Is planning how to rule a galaxy!


Details | Free verse | |

The Purest Music

    One fine day as I was traversing the green,
in the last throes of Autumns'  twilight.
I sat upon a flat stone,
overlooking a trilling brook,
to ponder the meaning of life.
As I sat ,and thought,
the soft chimes of music,
from the water spirits,
lulled me into a dream state.
Some where in  that liquid crystal,
stubborn stones are worn smooth,
by the passage of time.
Elsewhere the fluidous mercury,
rushes toward a cleft ,
a water fall.
Bringing forth melodies,
never to be reproduced ,
by mere human hands.
As my lids grow heavy,
I'm awakened by the flash of silver,
denizens ,  
silhouetted by the last rays of the setting sun..
With regret its time to leave,
as I turn to go ,
a misty rainbow is captured ,
by the fading beams of light.
I smile, at peace,
the promise ,
the sun will once again ,
eclipse the horizon.


Details | I do not know? | |

Moonlight

Moonlight, soft blades
Of painted breezes
Perfect melodies, dancing
In my indulgent dream
Luscious visions
Within delicious thoughts


Details | Narrative | |

BEFORE SPRING CAME

Before spring came, in late February
to the blooming and jolly hills 
I ran, breathing heavily and frantically,
touching the perfumed blossoms 
of a solitary, old cherry tree;
and underneath it I sat writing poetry
that hadn't a perfect rhyme and beat! 
Weren't my skills marred by imperfections?    



Canaries and red-breasted robins
flew down and rested on my outstretched legs;
perusing my lines to spot their names,
and when they did, they flapped their wings in gladness!
I could have imagined their joyful words,.
if only they had acquired the gift of speech,
and deeper in their thoughts I would have reached:
to dispel the myth that they had no feelings...



After my short poem was completed,
I reached for my harmonica to play my favorite classic tune;
and being surprised by the paleness of the fading moon,
I dedicated that happy melody to her not to let her despair:
by waving my hand to make her farewell less sad, while I whispered,
" Silent moon, eternal companion of every poet,
what's beyond the realm of this universe?...
Tell us more of those invisible suns and planets! "
 


Before spring came to the dormant valley,
the mountains' peaks allowed the sun to melt their snows,
to create gushing torrents to feed its water to the dry and cracked soil,
which needed rain instead of harmful frost;
and I drank the freshest water and washed my sweaty face,
while fighting off the bees' stubborn rivalry!
That spring has come again to dress herself with incredible splendor,
and this discontent and wishful heart desires nothing more than being there!  


My theme is: Happiness In Childhood


Details | Haiku | |

Dew Kisses Of Summer

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                                                               Purple Aster morn
                                                  Dew kisses soft moves slowly on
                                                               Tomorrow another


Details | I do not know? | |

Share

White blossoms of the Mountain Laurel
Contrasted to the waxy green leaves
Nestled under trees along the creek
Showing some of the beauty of spring


Snuggled on a blanket close to the edge
Enjoying the music that nature makes
Chirping of birds, no no not a word said
Rustle of leaves, buzz, buzzing of bees


Babbble of creek, splash of the deer's feet
Joy, oh, joy for the outdoor cheer
Wishing that we could share this time
This time of the year


Details | Sonnet | |

Enigma Of Time

Arriving there, open door to floors bare
Moist was air, dwelling effusive with peace
The enigma of time began to cease
Oblivion to all but ocean, just stare

Simplicity for a few days; nowhere
To go, timeless, watch Gulls instead of Geese
Yesterday's ravenous problems release
Now live on sublime seaside oasis' air

Aster, Willow won't sway in zephyr this day
Only kaleidoscope color 'pon water shone
Exquisite view for me, myself, alone
This ecstasy delight not auspice by they

Lilac, Lily doesn't bloom, chrome rust away
Impervious bug repellent glistens in defiant stone

Contest: Secret


Details | Haiku | |

Proving the Existence of Beauty

          The cool, humid plain,
Where the woman lays there bare;
                    Beauty- does exist.


Details | Imagism | |

Ocean In the Sky

The koi soul flies
on wings of the wind
dipping in orange guise
painting his scales and fin
harpoon rays pierce and awry
as his eyes and dreams arise
To the ocean in the sky


Details | Free verse | |

In the Shallows

           I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to splice my tearducts into the universe 
so that, when the pavement cried, it would mean something to me.
My fingernails punctured that slimy membrane
congealed with stars, 
and I brought a slice of it to my lips,
hot and slippery like a jellyfish.
Peach juice, chalky-sweet, flowed,
fleshy particles snagged in my teeth,
and the colors erupted within my mouth.

Synthesia took over my lungs.
The hollows between my knuckles flooded with synovia
and all the ectoplasm threatened to separate from my cells
with a sound like thunder.
Diphthong tasted rusty like leukoplakia as it tiptoed across my tongue.
Tomorrow rose like the skeletons of trees, 
groping for a feeling similar to catharsis
[catharsis tender as the broken wings of doves,
crunching underfoot like shattered glass.]

The clouds opened their thunderous maws
- teeth snicker-snacking, lamplight-eyes flaming the color of E#'s -
and consumed me.
I felt my skin turn to something other than skin:
thick and rough with scales,
my fingerprints melting into something waxen, smooth and opaque,
like pomegranate kisses on coffee mugs.
A feeling ignited deep in my structure;
cedillas blossoming like lilies from my lips,
fragmented sentences stretching taut as guitar strings
between my thumb and forefingers.  
A flutter gentle and demonic as Calcifer erupted from my system
- splattering hot and frothing into my hand -
and fluid rushed in.

   I dared to taste oblivion,
       and the sky swallowed me. 

My lungs failed to be lungs.
They flooded with caustic matter,
and I coughed up reflections sharp as fiberglass;
fighting with organs phthisical and sore.
I struggled to find a way to describe it:
the feeling of consuming something greater than yourself,
of opening your eyes and tasting the sound of rain.
It was like swimming, 
but inside out.

            I bent over to touch my toes,
              and my spine tore open;
            the loose laces unraveling, veterbrae poking out
          like the tines of forks.
            I tried to contort myself into the beginning,
              but I only found where I end.


Details | Ode | |

' The Face Of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable

The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable

(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
          Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo

                                 Mistress MoonBee


Details | Epitaph | |

No Sympathy From the Devil

A hurricane is blowing.
Cars are flying in the sky.
Doesn't even mess my hair.
It's coming from my eye.

An earthquake is rolling.
Knocks you right off your feet.
The earth opens up and swallows.
I just take my seat.

A tidal wave is coming.
It's right off the coast.
I watch the people sunning.
Don't they know that their all toast?

The great white shark devours 
everything in his sight.
Why is everybody screaming?
They haven't felt my bite.

The sunlight unheeded
sets the cancer to the flesh.
Chaos all around you.
The evils seem to mesh.

The cancer has consumed
the skin down to the bone.
There's no one left to cry to
so just hang up the phone.

An avalanche like a freight train
is rolling down the hill.
If you haven't felt me yet
I'll be coming for you still.

Do you know who I am?
The Stones sung of my name.
I don't want your sympathy.
I'm the one to blame.

Can you feel the twister? 
The wind, like the dogs, howl.
Time to raise the white flag.
Time to throw in the towel.

Watch as the whirlpool
sucks you down into the depths.
Take your choice my friends.
Choose your epitaph.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' A Metaphysical Moment ...'

‘ A  Metaphysical  Moment ’

A Metaphysical Moment
Electrifying To The Touch
Breathless, Thru The Clouds
Can My Heart, Take So Much

… Can My Eyes Endure
All This Vision, I See
Can Voice, Even Speak
Over Roaring of This Sea

… Can Ear Even Listen
When I Am Flying So Free
Soaring, So True With You and
Metaphysical Moment and Me …

A Metaphysical Moment
Will I Ever Understand
This Mystery of Our Universe
The Mystery of Woman and Man …


(And I End This with an Haiku for
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno and
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))


Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

          Understanding A
      Metaphysical Moment …
      … Nature’s Mysteries


Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective:

Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry
Relating to the poetic style of John Donne,
George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets
Who used consciously intellectual language
And elaborate metaphors that compared things


Details | Free verse | |

In Heaven's Sakes (A Rainbow for Jonji)

Blue rainbow in the sky
It is such a beautiful day
In this colorful rainbow
you can see all the colors
blue and white and green and red
so yellowy,  kind of...

So, the sky you wrote
So, the sky you blew
Blue sky, you heavens, blue.


Details | Haiku | |

Like the Morning Glory at Noon

          The morning glory,
Like her heart, opens for love.
                    Twelve o clock- she gawn.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Winds of the Night

The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!








Details | Rhyme | |

Picture perfect

Up on a mountain
Alone stands a tree
“Picture perfect”
For all to see
A perfect blend of colors
Created in the fall
With the descending leaves
Adding beauty to it all
The winter brings with it
A look that’s all its own
It’s like peering at a snow globe
When the wind is blowing
The view in the springtime
Is like a breath of fresh air
Life as it blossoms is 
A sight which is fair
Summer makes sounds so soothing
By winds which compel the tree to dance
Inhaling its aroma
You’re enslaved into a trance
So, as the seasons continue to change
This perfect picture you can see
If you look up on the mountain
Where there stands alone a tree


Details | Free verse | |

Twilight

Come and hear the song,
The song of the angels,
As the heavens open.
The split of the sky;
The cascading colors.
As the gates close,
Darkness falls over.
The darkness twinkles,
Twinkles with beautiful lights,
Now come hear the song,
The song of the night.
It sings out in a Capella voice.
Sway to the rhythm,
As you succumb to darkness.
The song plays on and on,
Until the morning fires blaze.


Details | I do not know? | |

EVERYWHERE

As you stand in the sun by the ocean today.
When you feel a nice breeze from the east come your way.

It is me, can you feel it? It is me, I am there.

As you stand in the water and gaze at the land.
When a wave from the west lightly tickles your hand.

It is me, can you feel it? It is me, if you dare.

As you stand under the moon in nights pure desire.
Gather wood from the south and start a bright fire.

It is me, can you see It? It is me in the flare.

As you run, change direction and go through the grass.
Go north and  a little blonde girl you will pass.

It is me, can you see her? It is me gold and fair.

As you lie in your bed think of these things tonight.
Know my spirit is with you; Allow your thoughts to take flight!

It is me, can you hear me? It is me everywhere.


Details | Narrative | |

The Willows

Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun.
Tomorrow’s times are in these days of mine.
Far and gone my world shall bond.
The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine.
Tomorrow’s times are in these thoughts of mine.
Gone and here my world shall fear.
The Lands will separate the world by Sea,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be.
Tomorrow’s times I know are mine.
Here it is that I fear I’m near.
My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1998


Details | Haiku | |

'White Swan' (Haiku # 2)

‘ White Swan ’    Haiku # 2

White Swan on Green Lake
Your Beauty, did not Forsake
At First Seen Snowflake


Details | Free verse | |

The prettiest rose unfurls

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Its fragrant silken form
I hold in my mind
A memory or thought
Of each tender moment
I have graciously shared with you

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Releasing its natural beauty
To an awe-inspired world
I hold in my heart
A love that grows evermore deeply
Despite thinking I’ve given my all

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Till it blooms in radiant glory
I give you everything I am
Protect you and cherish you
Knowing I am the luckiest
Most blessed person in the world

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
After which blooms wither and fall away
I remember how much you 
Need to know daily you’re cherished
By someone who loves you more
Than words can ever express

You are as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
My love my life my future


Details | Quatrain | |

Butterflies and Silver Seas

Jump into pistachio talc
and fly on mists a'sparkle
Dripping off me is butterfly dust
Stand up and you can follow
Dive off the chair you sit in
to streams filled thick with cider
Nap on webs of candied cotton
strung strong by the sugar spider
Open your eyes under water
Catch up with me high in flight
Tether your wings to the sea horse's daughter
as she swims in the moon beams at nights
Sullied clouds fall past the ocean
sleeping on silver tide's arm
Drowsy me now from this butterfly potion
sleeping in ribbons and lavender charm
Imagine the ocean alive
with flutters of wings on the tide
Strip all your preconceived notions
and watch with your eyes open wide
Glisten in green innuendos
Sparkle and shake out your wings
I'm a whisper of water, a glint of delight
taking flight on the brink of impossible things...


Details | Rhyme | |

Baby plants

                              Babies soft fingers and their tiny toes,
                                                are like lucious petals on a bright red rose.

                             Little wild mushrooms like babies bald heads,
                                                   constantly growing in most flower beds.

                             Their fingerprints, white stars in the sky,
                                                    and the rain, oh the rain, the tears babies cry.

                             The sound little rattles make when thrown on the floor,
                                             like the noise of the thunder when it's starting to pour.

                              Babies are like flowers,
                                    tulips or lilacs, a daisy a rose.

                              Babies soft fingers,
                                     and their tiny toes.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Kind Knight ... '

The Young Knight Stood By The River …
His Reflections, Deep In Thought
Tho’ the Water, Was As A Mirror
His Appearance, Was Not What He Sought

They Said, This Place Was Special
And in Truth, and in Beauty, So  Twas'
And Sturgeon Below the Surface Was Plentiful
But He Was Here, For A Higher Cause

In Truth, He Would Not Hurt A Lamb
Tho’ He Was Bold and Brave and Strong
Twas’ A Year Whence, He Slayed His First Man
And From Thence, He Vowed, He’d Do Nay Wrong

So, He Came Here, To Commune With Nature
And Pledge Penance For The Bloodguilt-Crime
For He Bare The Burden of Censure
And Needed Ease for His Remorseful Mind

And In The Clearing, By The River
Where A Doe and A Hare Did Graze
He Looked O’er His Woolen-Clad Shoulder
And A Soft, Mist Breeze Seemed To Say …

‘ You Are Forgiven, Young Knight
You Are Forgiven Everything
You Have Borne, Your Blame-Plight
And Your Conscious Has Paid Penalty

You Are Forgiven, Young Knight
You Are Forgiven Everything
And This Is How You Will Know, ‘Tis Alright
Whence Innocence, To Thy Side Will Bring … ‘

... And The Doe Came To Nuzzle His Hand
And The Hare,  Hopped and Stayed by His Feet
And The Son of the Man, He had Slain, Ran …
 to him and said, “Sire, Kill The Doe and Hare and Let’s Eat ! …

For You:  James (Jimbo) Marshall Goff,
because I know how you appreciate
my Sense of Humor and said you like
my Knight Tales  (he he he ha ha)

                        MoonBee


Details | Haiku | |

The Bealach

The Bealauch...rocky
Steep allows passage to the
Other side....beauty


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm like a bird

I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who spreads my wings
From the East to the West 
of the World

I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who fly across the ocean
From one land to another
With freedom and joy

I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who soars to through the sky
From the Earth to the Heavens
The wonderful paradise

I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who wish not to be imprison
From the evil doers
have not a heart

I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who wish to spread love
From the North to the South
of the World

I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
whose heart sings
in rhythm 
with the whistling winds.


Details | Lyric | |

Dream by Mingles Tree

While I’d a daytime dream, justly dream
by mingles shadow the tree
as teeming fallow large branches
composed whole form mingles means
over hours I slept so fresh
And coolness was an inn wish dream.
up woken by, still daytime sun
mirthful by space, none fallow break
And birds were singing as lonely sings.
then mingled trees leaps I heard
resound at emotion, by the windy mean
Mingy so inlets’ minutes away run
groovy fared reminds it, from nature
moments honey over moment honeybells
dimension flows’ liking thou bully
Across the field, commix drama’s land
by, fruits from the mingled tree
Yet for being mature heal meaning. 

               ~ Ciro C Toledo ~


Details | Rhyme | |

Leaving Me

The shine came off of her back that day
under the magnolia tree
She sprawled her arms like tree sized roots
and swayed with the swaying breeze
It was always her choice of blossoms
that seemed to bruise to the delicate touch
It was always on the day she was about to die
that she wanted to live so much
She sank from luxurious apple green
into chameleon red
as I drew her a picture of spring time
and the resurrection of the dead
The snow fell sweet on the tree that year
in a vision of rains to come
as I sparked a match and drew her breath
in the winter's fallen sun.


Details | I do not know? | |

shhh

shhh. I want to hear you.
A noise in the air is true.
Voices I hear in the blue
say shhh. It's Me Sue...

Do I hear you? Is that me
singing through? How?
Many voices inner the side
Many lives onto past rides
Many many gone bye and
by and by I listened...

Passion and compassion,
Care and dare to hear it,
When and where to pair it,
Is a simple question.
I did and dared to ask it.
Pulled apart my life to live it.

shhh. Quiet is the beat
of elegant speak and beauty
yet to be known. The smell
is sweet the colors bright
and a light is always shown.
shhh. It's Me...
and I hear your tOne.

From a well of hertz, a love
is grown.


Details | Pastoral | |

Space

I need someplace better to go. 
Like a poverty-stricken township. 
In a city made of gold. 
Where people trust and love each other. 
Where I would loose control. 
And scream my happy heart out. 
Like fallen warriors of old. 

And I'm making my way to this place. 
I'll bide my time and set my pace. 
To loose this spoiled human race. 
And let my free heart roam. 

And I've seen someplace better to hold. 
Like an Amazon rain forest. 
In a land that unfolds. 
And shows its povertized people. 
With hearts made of gold. 
Like people of few having a lot and most nothing. 
Not people like you smoking rock and still huffing. 
If it only meant something. 

I'm making my way to this place. 
To find a sign and then embrace. 
All the people there. 
Who call this space their own. 

So music makes your soul rollover. 
And it's something you can share. 
With a world that ran out of luck. 
Or that girl that doesn't care. 
Like a feeling locked inside a page. 
Of love, or life, or even rage. 
This music is despair. 

And I'm making my way to this place. 
Of waterfalls and open space. 
And leaving here without a trace. 
To help these people home. 

And Now I'll cry and release my soul. 
Over a glass of wine. 
For this music man who's simply slowly dyin’. 
And this man of rhytmatic drums. 
Lay in bed and slowly hums. 
A song of simple glowing suns. 
That draws him into them. 

I'm making my way to this place. 
Entering my saving grace. 
A simple sacred holy place. 
And die inside my home.


Details | Personification | |

Night Time Love

As I sit in my window sill.
Relaxed no thrill.
Time goes by, but it seems the world stands still.
I sit and gaze .
Truly amazed.
By the beauty that sits in front of me.
The stars winks at me, twinkles and dance.
So magnificant I saw in watch in a trance.
The love I felt between us must be true romance.
But suddenly it fades.
It fades so quickly and with little warning.
Because within a few moments it will soon be morning.
So sadly it leaves, but leaves with a kiss of delight.
The wind whispers its goodbyes and promise to return tomorrow night.


Details | Free verse | |

Sky

A dark and endless space
Capturing your gaze
Its dawning power
Unleashed upon you
You close your eyes
And enter a world
                                          Other than your own


Details | Ballad | |

WORLD OF WHITE AND BLUE

Sea of blue, 
crags of white, 
bitter wind, 
majestic sight 

For this is world of white 
and blue 
white mountains of ice, 
blue sea salty and true 

midnight sun on icy wastes, 
cool reflected light, 
pristine wilderness, 
not to everyone's taste 

Stark white cold, 
wind eroded columns of ice 
roar of wind 
roar of sky 

Icebergs scattered in the blue 
raw wind strips me bare, 
the environment does not care.... 
about you. 

Sea,sky and ice, 
nature's freezing cocktail, 
untameable wilderness, 
man cannot sacrifice. 

Pure elements, 
to touch the senses 

Inhospitable sea,sky and ice, 
its very extremes, 
to prevent men of this world 
carrying out their dreams 

Pure cold energy roaring, 
with bitter intent, 
gulls soaring, 
men......spent 

Nature's cold refuge, 
from man and his dreams. 
White armour protects,temperature deflects, 
man's subterfuge 

white mountain, 
white water, 
white wind 

Blue sea, 
blue sky, 
blue wind 
world of white and blue 


Details | Haiku | |

Why Not To Be Alone

          A lonesome squirrel,
Runs through the dark, vacant fields-
                    And when the Hawk comes...


Details | Haiku | |

Harmonious Green

From side to side they
Sway; beneath them these children
Play...Beauty of green


Details | Free verse | |

Veiled Minions

Shards of rag 
Torn from the reapers cloak
Tattered and blowing upon dead branches
I wearily cross underneath
Far below definition
Whilst dark eyes follow 
My silent steppings
Glaring down obsidian bills
The tree erupts 
A formless black detonation
Of ravens wailing their curses 
At my approach
For disturbing their ritual of dusk


Details | Free verse | |

Beautiful Oblivion

Sit and watch the thin, blank dawn
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wrestle with memories that don't want to be suppressed,
and repress the urge to canon-ball into the ocean. 
(sinking: sinking slowly, because you never learned how to swim.)

Listen to rainbows churning in oil-spill puddles,
and wait for the beautiful oblivion to take its toll.
Somewhere inside you know things will never be the same again,
but that's okay with you, sickening as it seems.
(you want to float away into seaweed forests and play fetch with the big, bad wolf.)

Dream of living a full, happy life
while you tear your world apart.
Sell your body to those dark, dank demons in your cerebrum,
whimpering and wondering deep into the night. 
(praying for a chance to show your worth while you still exist.)

Sink low beneath the foaming sea,
wring out your hands and paint your thighs with scarlet letters.
Let the wolves lap the salmonella from your fingertips
and wrap yourself in red - lay face down in the snow, don't breathe too deeply:
(someone dances in snowflakes nearby.)

Watch the thin, blank dusk
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wish for brazen arms and a warm crook of the neck to rest in.
Hug yourself beneath the covers and silently cry; you know now...
(no one wants to comfort a girl who craves suffering.)

You will never be what anyone wants. 


Details | Quatrain | |

ROAD TRIP

Drive across the country
Let imagination flow
Tumbleweed and flat lands
Reveal a western show

Mile markers pave the way
Across this land sublime
Wind blows through the car
On my arm sunshine

Generations of people
Spirits across the land
Occupy a history
Of faces in the sand

Deep inside our spirit
Adheres to our respect
This peaceful land of bounty
No one shall reject

Fresh cut grass lingers
The present rescinding more
Where old shacks and farms
Grasp our inner core 

Land abound with wisdom
Dust has settled down
Enjoy driving the distance
See another town


Details | Narrative | |

Indigo Haze

 
Alone on a crisp seashore

Bellowing storm clouds engage 

Rolling above me as I walk the beach

A pleasantry lifting my rage

 

Bending my head back looking up

My arms stretched out to their sides

Cool rain drops lightly kiss me

Sensuous tempestuous skies

 

Taking in a deep breath

I let my repression fade 

Peace penetrates my Heartmind 

Removing the storm's I've made 

 

Slowly with each rhythmic beat

From these tiny three foot waves...

My anger vanished with the storm

Into a gothic indigo haze~

 



Copyright 2008


Details | Senryu | |

Natural Reflection

Just like a flower
Sunshine stimulates her face
Sparkling with love


Details | Free verse | |

Shout the Winds

Clear below the sea
Clear beyond the sea
it fished across the pond.
You don't have to name it, but call it Ava Lu.
It is my kind, the shore is blue.
Happened this and happened that
It went over to shout the wind...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Upon A Daydream

Away I drift…
	From right here and right now
Free of bonds…
	Anchored to worldly pains
Here lays exposed…
	My strength, my heart, my essence
Upon the precipice…
	Riding away on the only true freedom


Resting in sunlight…
	On green New England seashores
Endless Waves washing…
	Away the aches and troubled sorrow
Laying here I desire…
	No stability, no purpose, no weight
Less the power of heart…
	To release momentary responsibility


In this place I have loved…
	And felt it’s purity of redemption
I have been the scholar…
	And the open learned pupil
It’s here I give of myself…
	Knowing I will gain from the effort
Here I gain true wealth…
	Beyond the treasures of mans avarice


For a moment I transpire…
	Outside the boundaries of body
A wearied welcome traveler…
	Entering an undiscovered country
Allowed by the azure skies…
	To drift within this calm and peaceful realm
Until the call of the Thrush…
	Brings my minds eye back to focus


Details | Rhyme | |

November Moon

The amber ring around the moon.
Pollutants and dust.
A beautiful sight to which we swoon.
The color of an opaque rust.

It dances behind the clouds.
As if unforeseen.
The discoloring shrouds.
The unforgiving and clean.
Masquerading the truth behind.
What this really means.
That the mind.
Prefers it's fiends.

The amber ring that graces the moon.
Leaves what should be a graceful path.
But instead, told far too soon.
That we will feel everyone else's wrath.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Meadow

Tall honey- tinted grass
Sweet-scented wildflowers
Kaleidoscope of colors.

Balmy warm air 
Slow darkening sky
As the dim night falls.

Moon so luminous 
Stars so shimmering
Hours of darkness have come.

Slow approaching radiance 
As the dawn breaks
Light creeps over the earth.

Warm sunlight hours
Have finally arrived
Sun-kissed meadow so bright.

The meadow so hushed
The day is gone
Light retreating gently away.


Details | Personification | |

And The Trees

And the trees
laiden down their dappled hands
or bows of earth bound angelic foundries
where leaves in all their spaning handliness
cast their stained glass impressions of their souls
and dance on through the arms of fairies
their petalled gowns thrown high
will show their faces onto the heavens
to hail the kings that poise,
away above the flowered dances
another world unknown


Details | Free verse | |

Tropism , natural event

Fair weather eye's
focused on the eastern horizon
occasional salty sea spray
followed by a chilly breeze .

A voyager , wandering adrift today's beyond
searching for better tomorrows
on life's ocean of emotions rolling wave's

At times , I feel like changing direction's
follow the sun to the west
go in circles to where it never set's

But  then , would I be in a continous day dream
only capable of experiencing a singularity ??

Supposing the setting sun gives hope for another
opportunities abound whatever the weather

Even still , why has everything become so different
refraction apparently affecting others
their mind's " I " incapable of truth
tropism natural for most
eclipsing of the sun becoming an everyday event

What happened to the world I once knew ??


Details | Blank verse | |

Sympathy for the Sun

     Just call it sympathy 
for the sun
      As the moon rises
the sun is displaced
      by a cold orb
The day is over and 
our star has done it's job
Call it sympathy 
for the sun
We're moving under 
a full moon
  Bravely it sends down 
it's bright beams to this 
    planet
But for life to prosper 
   we need more light
Night will pass
    We wait for 
the return 
         of the golden orb
   call it sympathy for the sun
     Find that the battle's won
Just call it sympathy for the sun 


Details | Ballad | |

A HEARTSTONE MOON

Silently the moon rose 
from, it seemed 
The Whispering Trees 
This, I dreamed 

When all is dark and silent 
A Heartstone Moon shall rise 
It's soft light illuminating 
All you meant 

So many things change 
Never a Heartstone Moon 
New seasons to arrange 
Queens, coming soon 

Such mysterious light 
Filled a castle with wonder and delight 
So close, it seemed 
Such a beautiful thing 
Can only be a dream 

Only an Eastern pink sky, 
can fade a moon 
So perfect 
Long, will it lie 
In your heart 

A Heartstone Moon 
Gathered her stars 
Let them play 
Above, a castle 
That will see the dawn soon 

A moon is for dreams 
Stars for love 
This is why... 
Or so it seems 
A starlit sky 
Castle below 
A Heartstone Moon, 
above 


Details | Ballad | |

GULL (PARTII)

Everyone has to learn... 
To be a gull 
One day... 
It will be your turn 

In a sky... 
Perfect too 
Upwards I flew.... 
To meet you 

For, in us all 
Is a Jonathan Livingston 
Bursting through 
Gulls flight... 
In me and in you 

It is the spirit that takes us all... 
Reaching new heights 
New skies                                                                                                                        
New flights 

We all dream 
Some chose to be.... 
Gulls on the sea 
This is me.... 

As I sit, watching the going down of the sun 
The gulls swoop and turn 
I savour the thought 
Can I become.... 
One of those... 
Who fly until the day is done 

One day.... 
I will come as a gull 
Fly over the sea 
Swoop and turn with glee 
What it is to be free 
One day it will be 


Details | Free verse | |

Gypsy Sky






The morning sky drips of
spiraling particles of shattered
spinning, roaming tears
dew drips from the eyes of
the Gypsy clouds in the 
skies.

Harmonic sighs weave the
song of centuries told
of the travelers of the sky.
Trellis of puffed swirly
cotton candy billow
pillows floating by.

Star jutted pockets
gathered the flow
and the stair case of 
heaven shadow steps
of a wild rhythmic dance.

Violin strings and
tambourine beats
hush you can see
and feel her presence
so near.

In the sunbeam
that broke through
the skies into this new
morning dressing the
earth in her wild
roaming cries.

Thick rich honey
notes of dew of particles of
shattered crystalline

tears she waters the
morning in her spirit
she floats away
in serene silence.

A gypsy rose of such
velvet petal beauty
her heart roams
in the skies
up high.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bluebell Fairies

One day on a walk in the woods
I rested by a wandering stream
Soon I drifted off to sleep
And had a wonderful dream
 
I saw myself dancing 
In the pale moonlight
Among the Bluebell fairies
It was such a lovely sight
 
All around they gathered
With a curtsy here and there
I couldn't keep up with their music
But they didn't seem to care
 
When I awoke I found myself
Humming an unknown tune
It must be the one the fairies played
While we danced beneath the moon
 
I'm so sorry it was just a dream
And I'd love to go back some night
To dance with the Bluebell fairies
In the pale moonlight


Details | Haiku | |

Land Clouds

Eerie eerie fog
Crept and crept along the ground
Like clouds held at bay


Details | Free verse | |

Dawning Frost

Empty cold branch fingers
Reaching out in all directions
Through the quiet skies
Gray and heavy smoldering
Whisping skyward from chimneys
Through the windows frost child eyes
Spy the first snowfall softly
Drifting about heedlessly
White velvet landscaped covering
As December settles down
Enfolding the night
In her tranquility


Details | Ballad | |

Midnight

As I walk out into a deep sea of blue
I start to feel the new morning dew
Wanting to escape to the welcoming stars
I leave behind the pain of all scars

Swept away in this speckled blanket above
I know the stars are full of secrets and love
I ponder and share the thoughts in my mind
The dreams and secrets that I may once find

Soon I know this magical darkness will fall
And all will continue, our natural known call
So now let all found secrets be told
As will our sought out dreams unfold


Details | I do not know? | |

Sweet Misery

Tears streamed down her face as she swiftly ran in the woods, saving herself 
from “ Herself “. She continuously wept as she looked around, not finding what 
she was looking for. As she ran faster her heart ached with sorrow, for every 
beautiful image of nature reminded her of him. Suddenly, she stopped crying, 
and running, for her notice of pain faded away by “it” ’s beauty. Nothing was 
heard but the breathless breathes she hopelessly breathed in.. It looked 
beautiful, just like it always did. With it’s body held up high, and it’s emerald 
leaves swaying with the stormy wind. She cautiously came closer and tenderly 
felt it’s branch, where they both carved their names in a heart. Betrayal swam in 
her blood, making it more bitter, as her face twitched with pain. She helplessly 
laid her wounded body under the shadow of the tall glamorous tree where he 
used to hold her tight in his arms whenever they’d go there.
However, this time nothing held her tight but agony. She started weeping again 
until love had blinded her and suffering had defeated her resistance. The sky 
pitied her death with passion as it roared with thunder and wept with raindrops of 
sorrow..
Maybe someday he’d go there to reminisce, and find that she had buried herself 
in his memory, and rotted under the tree where all their memories lived.. Could 
misery happen to be any sweeter.. ?


Details | Rhyme | |

Serenity

Deep beneath the dark blue sea,
tranquil, turquoise serenity,
as aqua waves wash ashore,
sand dollars, brittle, are no more.

Twice the tides will ebb again,
stirring creatures from their dens,
don't ask the oysters, they'll clam up,
they always keep their clam lips shut.

Watch the waves pushed by the wind,
silver flash of scale and fin,
the dolphins know eachother's names,
the whales refuse to share the blame.

A grain of sand becomes a pearl,
while shale and coral spin and swirl,
and deep down in the darkest depths
sightless seaworms swim in sets.

The demon of the deep glides by,
the shark with flat and soulless eyes,
the sky sends presents to the sea,
shooting stars like mercury.

This place where Man will never tread
Is where God goes to lay His head.


Details | Rhyme | |

Imaginary Boat

It's cooling 
   my fevered nape,
      this damp collar of my coat;

the ocean
   swells in my mind,
      my head seems to shrink or bloat;

by neither 
   water nor gale
      I'm cast adrift, set afloat;

dizzied
   by the toss and yaw
      in my imaginary boat!



Details | Rhyme | |

Wind

My friend, The Wind, both you and I
Are strangers to this foreign sky,
And lonely trav’lers of this earth,
With nothing here to show our worth

We’re blown about from sea to shore,
From grassy hill to misty moor,
Both forced to feel against our will
The space our hearts can never fill

Surrounding every passing peak,
But never truly taking hold,
Our open mouths desire to speak,
But only whisper in the cold

Both begging to be heard by all,
No mortal heeds our silent call,
As we drift onward still unseen,
And hope to one day share our dream.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lessons from the Moon

A deep,deep 
chasm
joy flying 
by 
on gossamer wings

I will 
send you 
a signal
when dawn 
comes

we will ride again on
winged horses

dance to the beat
of a 
million drums and then

let go of the reins and 
float upward
into an azure sky

No, I don't think 
we've lost control
The bright moon and sun 
above

signal us 
and we'll walk 
into the shining 
moonlight
the joy we all feel
is something new
cherish it, let it grow
let moodust
delight you
and the stars above 
will guide you
to your port of call


Details | Rhyme | |

Precious Beauty

A piece of coal can become a diamond;
A grain of sand can form into a pearl.
Common things can change to precious beauty
Like the smallest black or white boy or girl.


Details | Narrative | |

Legend

Jasmines are flowers of paradise...
an absolute work of God...
sense of the splendid inheritance...
omniscience of God to his servants...
nutrient for the pure of heart.

Nobody can be absolutely...
album, which sets no time...
The love for resemblance does warm the soul...
harmonic songs echo in the life of love audible noise...
actors are like living shadows...
nugget, voice and feelings of those who want to hear...
igneous flame that all travel...
exercise for the imagination of those who observe...
living is not for everyone - only the strong survive.

Birthdays are acts that comprise only a single contemplation...
equivalent to the jasmine garden of the Lord...
host for the coming...
real, for those who know how to love.


Details | Narrative | |

An Autobiography of a Banyan Tree

I am a Banyan tree,
More than hundred years old,
Near a beautiful lake I stand,
In the heart of Mother Nature.

During my life span I have seen,
Days both good and bad,
I have experienced the strong forces of nature,
Surviving them courageously.

I have grown tall and strong,
By drawing nutrients from the guardian soil,
Soaking in the moist rainwater,
Bathing in the holy sunlight.

I have made some good friends who have,
Explored my heart,
Cheered up my soul,
And brightened my days.

One of my good pals is the lake,
Who has added meaning to my life,
A kinship has developed between us,
From him I have learnt the value of stillness.

I remember you well the nightingale.
You lived in a hole made in my trunk,
Many a time you have sung your melodious lyrics to me,
Providing relief to my aching heart.

I love breezy nights the most,
With the moon shining brightly in the sky,
The divided clouds passing by the moon,
And every instrument of nature showing an aura of magic!

My branches begin to dance,
My spirit awakens,
My soul becomes alive,
On hearing the hymning influences of the wind.

The Earth is a heavenly place,
The Nature is its heart,
With its mystic charms and wonders,
Has shown me a world next to impossible!

Oh god! Thanks for granting me a blessed life,
This life I have enjoyed to the fullest,
I hope I have satisfied you,
By playing my role in this universe sincerely. :)


Details | Narrative | |

An Autobiography of a Parrot

Draped in blooming green,
Colored with a rosy beak,
Blessed with wings free as air,
With crazy dreams of naughty playfulness,
A carefree young parrot I am,
Taking refuge in prospering wilderness.
 
The forest is my abode,
Never failing to amaze me with its overflowing abundance,
Where rich tress grow in ample,
Gifted with content flowers and melodious fruits
And where birds and animals turn on the mysterious charm,
Letting creative forces smile gently.
 
The sky is my best friend,
Who embraces me with tenderness.
Our souls have merged into one,
She treats me as her child,
I have slowly grown familiar with her,
Experiencing ecstatic aliveness in her presence.
 
Woven with the shine of the caring sun,
Along with my fellow parrots
I soar high in the sky,
Taking the form of a military group
We encircle the horizon
With deep sincerity.
 
I frequently visit vineyards,
Where vines are laden with overgrown grapes and strawberries.
They kiss the earth in gratitude,
Rejoicing at her homely delight.
I feast on these juicy fruits
Like a new born prince.
 
At Night time  I stay still in my nest
And keep staring at the bright stars.
At that moment I am reminded of something,
Dreams of naughty playfulness come running to me
And start mingling with me making me jump out of sheer joy.
Yes I do feel like a carefree young parrot then.
 
With each passing day I am born again,
Providing me the strength to become more carefree.
Freedom is welcoming me with grace,
Encouraging me to be loving,
Helping me to be myself
And I have decided to dance through the tune of life.


Details | Haiku | |

Nature's Tears

raindrops
streaming down the pane
mother nature cries


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Thristy

Clouds burst
   Crops thirst


Details | Diamante | |

LIGHTNING


LIGHTNING

'//'/''/////'' lightning electric, frantic, crackling, zooming, glaring howls, high-voltage, winds, mystery foreboding, haunting, scheming creepy, shady omen © --------- Contest: Dane Ann Smith- Johnsen Delving into Diamantes By: nette onclaud


Details | Personification | |

My Love is Like a Bird

My love is like an Owl
Knowledgeable and deep and wise
My love is like the Raven
With magic behind its eyes

My love is like an Eagle
Its lineage crowned most high
My love is like a Lark
So swift and scarce and shy

My love is like the Peregrine
Soaring silent above the hill
My love is like the Dove
Spreading peace and good will

My love is like the Stork
Bringing life so fair and bright
My love is like the Sparrow
It’s intuition for life’s fading light

My love is like the Albatross
Floating high on fair winds
My love is like the Crow
The darkened portent that it sends

My love is like the fabled Tern
Crossing continents the status quo
My love is like the Penguin
With its tuxedo in the snow

My love is like the Mynah
Able to sing any song or say
My love is like the Rooster
Heralding each brand new day

But most of all my love is like the Lovebird
Her loving song oft heard
That perfect pair to my person
And the inspiration for these words


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Tropical Romance

Tropical Romance White crowned waves wash upon the wet seashore The Palm fronds shiver in the stiff sea breeze Moonlight shimmers across midnight blue seas Black sky twinkles with diamonds galore Sensuous delights love does hold in store Come my love, on white sand lie with me please On this sand mound beneath these tall Palm trees And let us share the love we have pledged this day This love we do share is not commonplace White crowned waves wash upon the sea shore Moonlight shimmers across midnight blue seas Black sky twinkles with diamonds galore Come my love, on white sand lie with me please


Details | Narrative | |

New Paths

A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...

The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...

Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...

Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...

Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...

However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Haiku Footle

Haiku

I Do




Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------

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



"Storm over yet...?"

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

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

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



© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire

   










Details | Haiku | |

Orange you Glad to be---an Orange---

     Contract Delete


Details | Cinquain | |

Sunflower

Sunflower
Yellow Black-seeded
Soaking Shimmering Sun
Serenity Showing Sturdy Sensitivity
Plant


Details | Limerick | |

There's No Place Like Home

Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked  witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone  


Details | Rhyme | |

Sun On Treetops

When the sun gently kisses horizon
 Bouncing and bubbling with firey red cheeks
Signals  morn on memory  emblazon
While sunlight dances, my love soft lips seeks

Aroma of coffee wafts on morn's air
As the dove's quiet cooing, their love to seek
Sun on treetops has red kisses to share
Lover_ in morn's sunbeams snuggles will sneak

Delight the sun has brought; wind kisses sought
Great day_ animals rejoice; as sunbeams
Lighting, enlighting, delighting, free thought
Good mornings are filled with many daydreams

While old lovers touch blushing cheek to cheek
Nights are for sleeping ; dreams_lovers for morn
When embrace again_ under covers peek
As the sun kisses horizon love's born

(Rhyming scheme a,b,a, b)


Details | Sijo | |

The Dancing Sijo Butterfly

The aching wings of the butterfly did quiver delicately.
How with such immortal beauty do you escape my grasp?
Alas my sordid fingers could never uphold such grace.


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 | Tail-rhyme | |

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


Details | Haiku | |

The Apple Don't Fall Far From The Tree

<                                          amidst .... apple tree
                                        black bear .... pounces limb
                                              cubs wait .... below









Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
Fall Animal Haiku Contest
G.L. All
                                            


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 | Rhyme | |

ANTS IN MY PANTS

Put on my pants 
Let out a giggle 
Do a little prance 
Do a little wiggle
Up down 
Dance around
Wiggle tickle 
Wear a frown
Stop the dance 
Remove the pants
Take a stance 
Kill the ants 


Details | Free verse | |

A C

A


Details | Cinquain | |

Snowflake

                                         SnowFlake
                                      Unique, Frozen
                                Falling, drifting, Shoveling
                              Catching one on your tongue
                                            CRYSTAL


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Lady Autumn's Ball

Lady Autumn’s Ball Here ye, Hear ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball Tis the best time for late season romance Come everyone, enjoy the dance Autumn’s colors deck the halls Listen for Love’s eternal mating call Love is born from a single glance Emotions of the heart are enhanced As they two, walk down the promenade Lady Autumn is bedecked in her finest gown Colors so vivid can nowhere be found Hear Ye, Hear Ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball Come, everyone, enjoy the dance Listen for love’s eternal mating call Emotions of the heart are enhanced


Details | Rhyme | |

The Temptress Of The Cliff

The heaven's lanterns she commands,
The harmony of ocean's harp.
Her moonlit shadow firmly stands,
And merges at the hem of scarp.

As I approach, afraid to speak,
Her illustration disappears.
Alone I brave the mountain peak,
Her cosmic voice still in my ears.

Express'd within the spectral mist,
Her tender kiss, conveyed so soft.
And on her words, I do subsist;
A multitude of miles aloft.

I then behold the sight surreal,
And ponder secretly my choice:
"Shall I take flight? (My fate I'll seal),
Or will I die a silent voice?"

My reasoning was then postponed.
Her beck'ning gaze that I adhere,
Came back to seize my love, dethroned.
Her sympathy was so austere.

I saw the sky, in half was split.
Beheld the universe immense.
Her fragrance rendered counterfeit
In face of harsh liquid incense.


I spied the Owl in the monsoon,
And glimpsed the Lark with grace outdone.
The former dancing with the moon,
The latter weeping for the sun.


And in her treason, I confide,
In holding on to but her arm.
The temptress of the cliff, my bride,
Will keep me far away from harm.

And so we danced on sky-high rocks,
The temptress of the cliff and I.
Disregarding all the clocks
That once beguiled us from the sky.

And on this cliffside masterpiece,
I felt my life was then complete.
With all my joy and inner peace,
I plunged a hundred-thousand feet.

She stood there singing to the draft,
High up that rocky balcony.
With her success, she cruelly laughed
At my stalemate epiphany.

Temptation preys on ill of wit.
So brook your life's pathetic tiff.
Above all things, do not submit
To her, the temptress of the cliff.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Fairy of the Forest

April 2, 2013, 5:04 PM

Fairy of the Forest

Fairy of the Forest on a mossy stone
Casts her magical spells
From atop her wondrous throne
Daily she sends helpers winging through the dells                                             
From evening tide until  the morning’s bells

In the spirit of  beauty and truth she rules
surrounded by secrets she rarely reveals
She orchestrates leaf and flower renewals
From the  highest of treetops, to ferns she heals,
while creatures from prying eyes she conceals

Her dress is fashioned from bluebell petals
Her wings  from  gossamer tightly woven
Her chants  from deepest earth’s espousals
Decrees and  rules from a  rainbow’s  haven
We  revere this leaf- green forest maven

Suzanne Delaney


Details | Free verse | |

The Cost of Water

Flight of stillness;
idle,
ditch-wise.

Ladders point up
but they say the ground is greater;
sunlight knitting to their brown feet green socks.
They crestfall and
buckle at the knee.

Hear guts clap thunder off somewhere else
but no storm in sight to maitre d' this mesa;

got to rot the mud lest 
an urge to ripen ripens.

But hear now
the locusts flood this rut,
hunt for want,
         impelled to eat each lunch of your decay.

         Earth uncorks her pores.
you drift upon the grass, lift the damp from the sod
like a pillow of cloud sopping Earth's steam-
       
         to be made the steward of this land;
lightning
flash! ladders
shatter!
 
Pay in full the cost of water,
less labors not yet lost.


Details | ABC | |

A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree


Details | Acrostic | |

Enter State Poetry Palace

P_  Pleasant place not an ILLUSION

O_  Opens mind's CREATIVITY

E_  EVENTUALLY enter Zen place

T_  Trance like state INEVITABLE

Y_  Yearn time all senses INFUSION


P_  Pleasant early morning garden

A_  Alone mountain with valley view

L_  Laughing next to lapping water

A_  Any one garden, mountain, seashore

C_  Caught up surrounded by nature

E_  Enter state poetry palace

Contest:"Poetry Palace"
Sponsor:Linda_Marie
Written by: Sara Kendrick


Details | Haiku | |

SNOWNSENSE

 WONDERLAND OF SNOW

White powdery wisps

Instead of the morning dew...

Winter's Wonderland


       * * *

  SNOW ANGEL

Walking past the park

Wings made with childlike passion

Angelic Image


       * * *

   SNOW  SNOW  SNOW

Whitened droplets

Falling from gray clouds above

Catch one on your tongue


        * * * 

       SNOW

White covers the ground

Trouble starting the blower

Shovel time...again


       * * *

   JACK FROST

Chilled air on glass

Panes painted with icy hues

Scenes from Jack's palette.









Details | Crystalline | |

Down Where The Lilacs Bloom

Looking out the small kitchen window
Sunshine accents tiny buds on willow
Then float away down where Lilacs bloom
Spring always bestowes on me vroom

Down by the creek in the fresh air
Escape into spring without a care
Feel the air saturate my being
Honeysuckle penetrates freeing

Mocking Birds shore nest with tenderness
In Pale Pink Running Rose trellis
Watching sunrises move slowly north
All blooms their faces stretch forth

Spring energies all life with strengths
The sunshine enters humans wavelengths
Opens doors to powers hid in dark
Restores to all Cupid's arrow in heart




(Expanded Crystalline ..)



Details | Burlesque | |

Adam & Eve Inventory Accountants

Adam was an 
acceptable accountant
And Eve a bubblingly 
bright bookkeeper;
Adam loved the 
First-In, First-Out
Accounting (FIFO) system, 
While Eve preferred 
The Last-In, First-Out
Inventory (LIFO) system;  
Together they testified that
Inventoried sweet fruit 
should neither 
Sits and spoil 
nor go to the 
Garden wastebasket 
Wrongfully.


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 | Haiku | |

Playing Peek A Boo {Edit}

<                             coniferous tree
                       playing peek a boo .... shuffle                                
                              candid smiles glisten


{ Christmas }






Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Haiku Contest
G.L. All


Details | Haiku | |

Colorful Light

Rainbows here and there,
Lights shining in rain so rare,
Colors, sparks and flares.


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 | Ballade | |

BALLADE OF ETERNAL BLISS

Here the sun shines soft and warm—
Caressing all in vales and on hill—
It gives a glow to every inherent form—
And reveals for every eye a thrill.
Of here they never get their fill—
For this is Bliss, an endless treasure—
Where our dream is the Lord’s will—
And God rules by His divine pleasure.


The garden is a lush, green platform—
Big blooms with the fluffiness of chenille—
Songbirds’ music raise a storm—
Their feathered robes fill the bill.
Wings spread they fly away at freewill—
Along the curvy course of the river—
They seek the Lord’s grace with skill—
And God rules by His divine pleasure.


The dream cottage, fancy for the norm—
With a stone paved path to the doorsill—
A neat little shelter from the storm—
Has a spice garden for basil and dill.
And there’s a gazebo for time to kill--
For when gardenwork calls for leisure—
Or even for the blessing of a drizzle—
And God rules by His divine pleasure.


To some this vision may instill—
A yearning for the bliss in nature—
But the Lord is sovereign still—
And God rules by His divine pleasure.


Details | Rhyme | |

Invocation, part 1

There whirls a world about a star
Gathering motes of dust from Far-A-Far
Upon the shining silvered seas' bright skin
That cloaks the place three-fourths within.

Upon the multicolored shards of stone
Reflecting from her fragile face
Some billions of small beings wander
And ask themselves if they alone
Exist within the boundless dark
And the very question seeks to sunder
The restraints of heartless reason stark
That advocates their ending without trace.

She shines against the obsidian deep,
Bestirs Infinity within its sleep;
Has tried at times the patience of the formless Elohim
And stirred the wings that whisper in the golden wind.

So thus she calls attention, though having no intent
To do so, down upon her gleaming self
An invocation insincerely sent to a God or Gods unknown
Who may arrive someday to collect the rent
And tally up the Pros and Cons
And gather up such seeds as sown
Through the troubled course of her existence, then begone
To distant parts, to pull new worlds down off the shelf.

So she spins in silence 'round her star
As billions wonder where the angels are;
The incense rising everywhere
Their hope a jewel in the Celestial Share.


Details | Free verse | |

The Bleeding Roses

Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...

 

Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...

 

Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless and jealous...

 

Pink roses communicate sweetness,

Pink roses radiate elegance,

However, they are often unthankful...

 

Orange roses have desire,

Orange roses show their pride,

However, they are often impassive...

 

Purple roses are majestic,

Purple roses express love at first sight,

However, they are often repulsed and unenchanted...

 

Green roses are harmonious,

Green roses carry hope,

However, they are often unpeaceful...

 

Blue roses like dreaming,

Blue roses are imaginative,

Blue roses desire to know the unknown,

Blue roses are mysterious,

However, they are often elusive and unattainable...

 

Red roses are emotional,

Red roses are devotional,

Red roses are respectful,

However, they are often remorseful, sorrowful and mistaken...

 

Gold roses are occassional,

Gold roses like memories,

Gold roses are preserved,

However, they are often misinterpreted and confused...

 

White roses are pure,

White roses have innocence,

White roses are spiritual,

White roses carry secrecy,

However, they are often arrogant...

 

Silver roses are rare,

Silver roses like to grow,

Silver roses convert fantasy into reality,

However, they are often lost and uneasy,

But they seem unpredictable and mystical...

 

Black roses are mysterious,

Black roses are rebirth,

However, they often remain elusive,

They often symbolize death and loss,

But they are unpredictable and silent,

Though, they are often harmed...

 

Roses in  the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

But now roses swirled and twirled...

 

Although, now peach roses are lying,

Yellow roses turning jealous and browned,

Pink roses being unsweet and unthankful,

Orange roses being impulsive and compulsive,

Purple roses being repulsed and revulsed,

Green roses losing hope and harmony,

Blue roses being undiscovered and lost,

Red roses being regretful and voided,

Gold roses bewildered and confused,

White roses losing purity and innocence,

Silver roses turning black and unused,

And black roses silenced and unborn...

 

All there is to see are roses vanishing,

Roses burning,

Roses trembling,

Roses surviving,

Roses aching,

Roses battling,

Roses crying,

Roses suffering,

Roses drowning,

Roses drying,

Roses fading,

Roses trying,

Roses wiltering...

 

All there is to feel are roses withering,

In a bed of bleeding roses...


Details | Ghazal | |

fork in road

   mixing words and rhyme , devote passion designed,  
   colors and shades blend , my vision I send ,a path 

   a mystic Irish presence , calming senses , 
   whispers in ear to follow stay near,  a path
   
   all pain considered wisdom is delivered,  
   making the changes needed to live yet give, a path

   past ,present, future fate, open the gate, 
   presently undecided  the road divided, a path

   the long destination refuse to show desperation, a path
   my soul on fire my love desired,   a path


Details | Imagism | |

A Leaf Unfurls

See all of the buds upon the trees
watch closely as slowly one unfurls
each tiny weeny leaf stretching out
one by one peeling away from the buds

Turning their faces up to the sun
some sticky buds much longer taking 
all sorts of shapes and different sizes
as they grow and cast their dappled shade

On the tender plants hiding below
shade lovers of stunning colours
scarlet red Hostas amidst bluebells
the trumpets waving on their long stems

All the sun lovers blooms open wide
drinking in the heat beaming down
tulips bright with merry stripes
all the colours of the rainbow

Swaying gentle in noon heat
tall hollyhocks stately bend
the early promise of a rose
scents abound flooding senses

So easy to lay back and drift off
sun shining down heats the skin
bees droning gathering nectar
such an idyllic place to rest awhile




~ ~ ~ ~ ~


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


Details | Shape | |

A false Questionku

                              <> <>         golden LEAVES AROUND the ranch:                                                                                                                           
                                       <>         
Autumn leave's leaves                 <>   --   <>    <> you                   
Leave the ranch in gold:            <>                               see
Are branches in their sleeves?                                            them
                                  And       /             <>                         sway,
          ---------              real-   /                                                  <>
         (           )              ly      /                            <>                   <>
         ----------            grow-  /                                                  
                                   ing      /                                  <>            golden
                                   old?      /                                                         
See,  the  b r a n c h   in   autumn                                                    to
                !                                 !                                   <>           the
                Slips   in   a u t u m n   sleeves;                                      ground:
                                   !                         !                                          
                                   And the r a n c h all golden                       dyeing
                                                 !                        !                 <>   their
                                                 Sleeps on golden leaves               little
                                                                                      <><>    death?
                  



Details | Free verse | |

POMPEII

In the Grecian bay, of Paradise lost, a slumbering Giant
Does sleep, at eases restless peace.
Beneath thunder mountain's base, across the blue divide,
Exists a bustling sea port, full of culture and tradition.
Beware Pompeii, for natures wrath hovers above thee.
Within safety’s sheltering harbor, the population lies
Completely at fates mercy, as if innocence children, left
Alone to play in the wilderness, without protection. 
Look into the stilled waters, it is a thin pain of glass,
A mirror's image of a grand utopian society,
That's shattered in a tenth of a second by reality.
Here their echoing foot steps, down ancient
Roman roads, voices screams silenced by
Death's gloved hands, striking without warning.
A phantom people frozen in stone, hidden 
Beneath an ashen graveyard. 
Forgotten by posterity, until unearthed exposed
To destiny’s future.
Hell's fire storm unleashed on earth, 
It begins with a quaking rumbling, an eruptions
Mumbling, forecasting a foreboding doom lying
Stirring does the mountain dragon, awaking 
Inhaling, exhaling, releasing calamity’s white
 Hot blaze against Pompeii, with the raw force
Of ten Hiroshima bombs.
A volcanic shock wave felt around the world,
Smokes pyroclastic cloud blinding the sun,
And biting at the global sphere itself.
Catechism's ultimate destructive tidal wave,
Rocks mankind to it's inner most core, 
Leaving at flash points center, nothing alive.
Apocalypses Thunder Dome, a seething fire pit,
From which evacuation’s few survivors,
Become castaways orphans, left to the four
Winds mercy, a nation without a country,
A people of the seven seas.
Behind them are their kindred, memories
Forsaken of flesh and bone, now ashen
 Residue buried alive for all time,
Legacy's tribute to the volcano 
Known as Mt. Vesuvius, and a paradise lost,
Called Pompeii.



BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
 






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 | |

Green wave

a wave of green
carrying me away
to a land of hope
a place with just peace
the green wave flowing along the tough hill
screaming the impossible I will kill
the soft leaves running on the face of rocks
changing every unpleasant view
green carries welfare,true
the green wave running through me
planting harmony
with earth
what a lovely view,
what a dreamy place!

inspired by:

http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/maravian-field-marek-kiedrowski/#comment-17502


Details | Haiku | |

Evaporation (Haiku)

cold misty morning
wet grass with lingering dew
wait for rising sun


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 | Tanka | |

What A Beauty

<                                    beneath swollen ..... moon
                                      in pasture of...... rolling hills
                                      standing  ....hind quarters
                                      a beautiful black ...... stallion
                                      simply took my breath ........ away






Entry For
Rick Parise's 
A Memory Of Beauty
Tanka Contest
G.L. All
                                      


Details | Haiku | |

Archways to infinity

Sandstone frames make 
Glittery dreams from heaven 
Windows to the sky


Details | Shape | |

Dance Across the Sky

                                                      I 
                                                    will 
                                                  dance 
                                               as the sun 
                                          dances cross the 
                                       sky o'er blue my tail 
                                    flapping in the wind I live
                                I say goodbye to the earth free
                               floating, breaking from my string,
                                 dancing further than east from
                                    west, sun from moon, ever
                                      my colors to soar above
                                        lands, I cannot begin
                                          my flight too soon,
                                            a kite is meant
                                              to fly, said I
                                                dreaming  
                                                  happily
                                                    will 
                                                      I                                                        
                                                      F
                                                       L
                                                        Y
                                                        H 
                                                        I
                                 H                  G
                                 G                H
                                  I.   A        E
                                  H N H T R  


                                                       
 Dedicated to all the wonderful poets on Poetry Soup. I cannot choose one. I only started my journey here not too long ago, and I have received so much amazing support. So thanks to everyone who takes the time to give a kind word. Lots of love to all. :))   


Details | Haiku | |

Sentimental You

<                                      amidst flocked needles ...
                                        woven ornament strewn ...
                                               a star is ... born














Details | Senryu | |

The Foot

Wow; not a dream dude
nor a mirage flash—but one:/
hairy big foot thing! 




Details | Rhyme | |

ETERNAL EDEN 2

Resting on a beautiful day under a sky blazed with gold,
I realized  a vision so lovely to behold.
A lush garden watered  by gently running streams,
On one side blueberry hills and the other the rainbow of dreams.
Here there is food to satisfy and thrills for the eye,
Enough for all God’s creatures of land, water, and sky.

The garden nymph, residing in the mansion of my mind,
Supplies my super-conscience with sweet devotions divine.
Here our hearts are light as the leaf on an apple tree,
‘Cause every wish and desire is crowned with victory.
Larks and bluebirds visit daily to serenade us from on high
And leave us sweet memories when they launch into the sky.

The reverend here is a woman who outmatches the moon,
She likes dancing through the garden with dessert and spoon.
The preacher is one sensational human and has a vision true.
She sees the Word transcribed in the air and inherent  in the dew.
The birds of paradise now in place, wearing feathered robes aglow,
Harmonize with a melodious breeze that began a billion years ago.

Ever blooming in the garden a great perennial pair,
Tireless Josephine and Jackie Moms perform there.
Their unselfish presence in the theater of life,
Washes away colossal measures of human strife.
Such now is my refuge and eternal habitation,
Where I go each day to the Lord and express my adoration.


Details | Ghazal | |

How to love

My roots are trembling
through clay orgasm,
tumbling the landslide
that speaks every shake or so.
Leo roars and I await life,
Generic roving rumbles
reminding me of the world around,
but I never remember
how to cling to the ground.


Details | Rhyme | |

Hoot Owl

Big-eyed hoot owl perched in a tree,
hunting for prey while eyeing me.
He swooped down swiftly and caught a mouse,
flew up and landed on the eave of my house.
Old hooty owl quickly ate the vile little beast,
burped once loudly, then glided off slowly due east.
Wise Mr. Owl will return late tomorrow evening,
perch up high in the same darn tree and give me a warning
by turning his swiveling head 180 degrees all of the way backwards,
giving me a wild-eyed wink and dropping on my sidewalk a couple of turds.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE EARTH

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Kitchen Window Closed

.
                                         
                                         Kitchen Window Closed
                                 Frozen birdbath, white 'oar's  frost
                                         Birds seek water, food






~An Haiku From Your Window~
For:Michael J. Falotico
Written By: Sara Kendrick


Details | Free verse | |

The Fall

Tic, tac, I’m waiting to hear
Ti, ta, my hands shake with the beat
A relapse of this self-produced Parkinson.
------I finally hear something beautiful
My toes curl up and down and dance to the music.
I float away and see my shoes from above
My hair dances to the beat and the room grows smaller
As I fly away into space
I see the same things over and over and over and over
Little, burning, british styled cottages
What is it I’m waiting to see?
I dive into a cloud in search of what I know I will not find
My back aches as I reach for that I don’t know what;
I think I’m getting closer.
Over over here the air seems to be sweater
That, I think, is a sign I’m near.
It’s grimy, I’m flying on my tiptoes now. Tiptoes.
A ghost of sugar approaches me, with the sun as a head
I follow its finger and its mysterious direction and swim away
There! I’ve seen it! My heart takes the melody over
It is me who commands the tune! Pom-pom, pom-pom…..
As I grasp it I wait and wait and linger and remain
For the explosion.
I don’t know what to expect, its wrapping so beautiful!
From here, I Jazz my way down and fall back into this painful black shoes
But all is better now;
I Samba the day with a smile smudged on my features
I know there is Salsa in this world!
Then I walk down the street, moving my body
The Polkaing fingers won’t stop
They’ve been accelerated:
Tra la la la.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Rabbit and The Shark – A Fear and High Tale

Oh my.
Oh no.
Oh goodness no!
You.
How I dread (and long for) your familiar gaze –
how it haunts me!
I know it as well I know my own tail;
my own nose; my own hole!

You with your sleek, silver skin reflecting
all the sky’s blue off of itself, 
and into my red eyes.
You with your razor-blade teeth –
(how I envy them!)
I loathe them for their whip
like bite.
But most of all
it is your eyes 
that drive me to sweat 
atop my bed of soft leaves
until my white fur is matted 
and smelling 
of the most intimate fear.

The fear of parting lovers.

Those empty black bowls, like pits
into hell!
Two ways to find me 
before I can scream;
two ways to see me 
within midnights dream;
two ways to mark me 
outside of myself –
but O’, 
how I love the high upon waking!

                                               I am alive!
                                               Alive to see another day! 
                                               Alive to praise the great mother once more!
                                               You, old friend, make me live!
                                                        

You’ve been with me 
long before my mother’s taught womb –
you of the ocean, and I
of the land –
a dream, a myth, a certainty
perhaps that we were once
called brothers.
When life on land and ocean 
were not mutually exclusive, and we 
of the same either - or could breath
within either.

You are so much a part of me, that if
I were to leave you buried 
beneath the graveyard mounds of my mind,
I feel I would parish! as surely as if 
you grew limbs and found me, 
as you once did,
on the land of my waking dream.

But now is now, and those days –
like your limbs and my gills,
are long gone.
So for now we shall meet in the dark 
of my dreams;
where ocean and land come together
to dine –
you on my body, and I
on your soul.




*Written for Matt Caliri's Funniest-Hardest Poem Ever Contest. ;)


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 | Sonnet | |

WHEEZE OF A WIND



Chilled wind in the *metro wheezed louder, shattered The eyes and damped skin. Thistles and grass blades washed by gaping teeth and drenched. Haggard, we were troubled by piles of birds waylaid. It is frost moment once more , frost moment all along. The moon grew old too soon, bawling through a crummy *playlist of blues’ songs Like frail bowl torn. *Hunk of a wind ruled the scene. It rode far into the dark sky’s legion, an energy Fierce as tail whipping oaks and fallen spires To wager a fight. Amidst a team of man and Luna, Wild stomps of thrill reeled, and then called a ceasefire. In gentle deed , it *gassed up fresh clouds to open With pleasure. As if, in the wheeze, nothing ever happened. ~ nature ~ Contest of Cyndi Mac Millan Timeless Yet Contemporary, A Sonnet Thang By nette onclaud


Details | Haiku | |

Blossom {Haiku / Tanka / Haiku }

<                                      red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green
                                        rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers 
                                        harvest .......  happiness


                                        the ~ winds ~ mighty ..... gale
                                        speaks ~ to ~ enchanted .... forest
                                        time ~ to ~ turn ~ new ...... leaf
                                        for ~ autumn ~ has ~ once .... returned
                                        and ~ you ~ must ~ all ~ come ~ on ..... down


                                       braided ~ and ..... despaired
                                       yet ~ forges ~ on ~ right ..... ahead
                                       fall ~ colours .....  blossom



Entry For Linda Marie's
Harvest Of Happiness
Haiku/Tanka/Haiku - Contest
G.L. All


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 | Rhyme | |

Dual Relation

O gushes of air!
There’s a bond so queer
Betwixt fire and you
Here is this, that’s there.

Somewhere you’re the breath
To the ruthless flames
Somewhere you’re the wrath
On the glowing lamps.


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

Why

While looking at the vast blue sky,
I can imagine myself
Sitting against a tree,
Watching the sea
And hearing the sound of the waves.
It still questions my mind...
Why am I here all alone?
Why can't I enjoy the beautiful scenery
in front of me?
I feel incomplete from deep within
I don't know why I feel this kind of thing
But the incompleteness of myself bothers my mind.
And in the end..
I still question myself...
Why?


Details | Epic | |

Crossroads

Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Forest Beckons

This is a very special moment in time
As in the companionable solitude I contemplate whimsical things,
Surrounded by the forest's brilliant shades of lime
And the delicate violas nodding to me from the fairy rings,
Clad in soft shades of every color of the rainbow,
So pretty they could nearly be the fairies themselves,
Dancing in time to the breezes that blow
And sporting with the fun-loving elves.
In the near distance flows a waterfall,
Laughing at the silliness of how my thoughts wander.
Shining with its droplets, songbirds cheerily call
As they weave through the cool mists surrounding the cascade of thunder.
The distant music of the forest beckons to me,
Inviting me into its intricate symphony,
Intriguing me with its intimate mystery,
Entreating me with its limitless fantasy.


Written June 1, 2014


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 | Free verse | |

Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


Details | Imagism | |

Blackbird

Blackbird

Atop a pine
of perfect symmetry-
a blackbird
where a star should be.

Suzanne Delaney


Details | Romanticism | |

My love Is like an ocean

My love is like an ocean
so vast and mysteriously deep
given by me like a potion
to forever treasure and keep

My love is like an ocean
so beautifully natural and so pure
expressed through amorous emotion
my love is a disease which has no cure

My love is like an ocean
salty yet bitter-sweet
waves of love forever in motion
the ending beach we will never meet

My love is like an ocean
flourishing with life
with its occaisional commotion
yet never too much strife

My love is like an ocean 
never to diminish
to forever flow on with devotion
unlike my poem which has come to a finish


Details | Didactic | |

Glittery Story

Tell me this tale of the sun flash
Across your face, too hot, harsh,
Your candid stories like fairy tales;
To ears harrass our illumined faces,
Indeed. I learn laughter's lofty gales.

I will stare at your straight visage-
Water and steel of similar, sly page,
Smooth, flawless in its frank portrayal
Of myself. I should know how rumpled
Water grow into ripples of a storied age.

Yet you Mirror, is yet so smooth;
A worthy canvas, a brushes' tooth,
Fluffy. You narrate my falls and glory
In solemn reflective manner, yours only.
I'm humbled by your simlple, arcane story.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Limerick | |

Take Care Of Yourself

<                                 Once there were two monkeys in a tree
                                   Abandoned by their own family
                                   A hunting they did go
                                   Bananas they did tow
                                   For munching while watching the show glee


                                  Singing and dancing to happy tune
                                  Along came an hugh frigging monsoon
                                  Wiping out daily stock
                                  Grapes bananas what crock
                                  What's next grooming by pack of baboons



Entry For 
John Freemans 
Limericks Hilarious Contest
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

I Go Where My Feet Take Me

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I love my feet they are the best,
To take me on untraveled paths.
They tramp along with little rest,
Until I’m panting shallow breaths.

Making tracks across the countryside,
They lead the way while I just follow.
Not content with trucks or cars to ride,
They walk until my legs become as Jell-O.

It’s my feet that often guides the way,
And leaves me tired and well expended.
Then, it’s not always nice the words I say,
When the day of rambling trails has ended.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate my feet,
They lead me out in early morning sunrise.
It’s because of them that I and nature meet,
And while they touch the earth, my spirit flies.

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Details | Rhyme | |

WHEN NATURE RESOUNDS

God has graced Nature with beauty and utmost esteem.

A crown has rested upon her head all her life long.

In my youth, a flower bud made my eyes gleam;

Its radiant loveliness being praised by the birds’ song.

The vision of ripening fruit made my mouth lust,

Nestled graciously on a branch above the fences.

The melodic whisper of a gentle morning gust

Sounds like a symphony to music starved senses.

The golden warmth of an early morning sun

Brings to mind visions of  still unseen dreams

Of our hibernal daystar that lasts ‘til victory is won

And nature has harnessed her most fearful extremes.



God prepare me, I pray, for when nature resounds,

And she possesses the glory which is fully deserved.

The earth will be filled with birds’ melodious sounds,

When a feast of sweet songs my ears are served.

And let a shapely damsel in a floral patterned dress

Allow me a moment to relax my infinite necessities.

May the ripest sweetest fruit withstand my test,

And  all the rest avail their succulent identities.

Let my vision behold nature as she abounds

When her colorful blossoms give off radiant beams.

Might I be blessed by the Divine when Nature resounds

And reality becomes a field of never before seen dreams.





Details | Free verse | |

Can't wait to meet the Sea

Rushing down the mountains
It jumps with glee
Can’t wait to meet the sea

Winds through the mountains
Forests, valleys and greens
Fishes and insects sail along
Feeds Animals and Birds with joy

Its color matches the sky
Pure and virgin
Rushes through the land of man
Can’t wait to meet the sea

Man calls it river
Makes it flow like gutter
The sky is polluted
The river matches the sky

Slows down the river
Misused and abused
Where is the sea?

It hits upon a wall
It leaps upon and peeps
The other side, dry and barren
Far away rests the sea

Waits for the walls to open
Feeds the parched lands with bliss
Winds down the offered path
Can it meet the sea?


Details | Rhyme | |

A Feather of You

A feather of a bird,
My feather of you,
Drifting in the air,
Aimless in the sky and a blur,
Not one, but two.
Drifting without a care,
My feather of you in the air!
Lost in the funnel of the wind,
My feather disappears,
Drifting in the air,
Flowing aimlessly again,
Crossing over so near.
A feather of you my only fear!
Found with the resolution I see,
A feather of me,
Falling loosely and free,
Softly to the ground,
With very little sound!
A feather of you and me,
But only one I have found.


Details | Free verse | |

A summer sigh

The lush of the land lies as velvet moss green carpet
The river rushing its morning wash
rumbling as it spins twisting and turning its tidal path
over the chance carried stones to the seas
Where the coastal sands of time are met
Meeting waves pulled by undercurrents
Finding rocks, kale, seaweed and moss covered
Just as the hair of cherubs faces foamed
Then gently adorned with shell and mollusk jewels
and salty sea air crusts crystal formations alongside
In come the tides bringing with them oceanic treasures
Driftwoods, wreckage, salvage, 
that have crashed and bashed the cliffs along the way
To finally rest ashore and be renewed
To become beach combers delights
Trinkets gifts or items for the home


Details | Haiku | |

Storm Clouds

Storm clouds in the sky.
Will I live or will I die?
My fate’s in God’s hands.


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 | Heroic Couplets | |

Ring Around the Moon

The moon rose, bloodied and bruised tonight, above.
As if she'd been to battle with a false love.
Behind a clotted cloud she was espied hiding
with lashes splayed of colored lights colliding

A Miss sorely bruised beyond endurance
impounded orb, held aloft, her glance entranced.
A warning beacon blazing to ward sea
in haste does each sailor find island lea.

So ringed, the married moon appears a warning
each man on land or sea shall fear the storm
for hidden horrors lay behind the tune
that falsely cheerful ring around the moon.






Details | Free verse | |

I'VE CROSSED THAT BRIDGE BEFORE

Planning on crossing over
where footprints of night
are ne'er seen...
There fish are spawning
in clear blue stream ~
Surrounded by verdant green;
Nature begins speaking to me.
An antiquated chine-wood bridge
gracefully arches it back
with sturdy braids makes a path ~
That I may cross  to a place serene
Where nightingales and crickets sing
It's a place where I do my thinking
Unafraid to shed my skin ~
by dusk as honey bear I may roam,
by dawn take flight as an eagle
I may be found soaring toward home.
Upon opening mine eyes
I come to realize the colors of the skies
Yes, I've crossed that bridge before


Details | Rhyme | |

Sauntered Freely

I sauntered freely as a child
around the mountain ridge.
On Falcon's wings I flew the mile
across the placid lake to wooden bridge,
where fir laden path skirted water;
and powdered snow the ground did alter.


Details | Choka | |

Environment

Massive straight mountain
Cold formitable laden
With snow very cold

How can those redwoods
Survive harsh environment
Standing straight tall green


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Crystal River


Flowing along the mystic River
Up in the hills, sits chills and shiver
Trees and flowers grow and bloom
Along the reflecting crystal river 
 
     ...........................................    17.04.011

written in the form of rubiyat..
     ...........................................


Details | Haiku | |

Sunet Strip

<                                  well isn't that swell
                                lost another cool surfboard ...
                                      holy sharks galore



                                        beyond horizon
                                 the sun bids day well ado ...
                                       happy trails to you



                                       top of old smokey
                                  cumulus congestive skies ...
                                    coughing up a storm



                                        excursion riding
                                  using buoyant enforcement ...
                                      to capture the sun



                                       yacht and small vessel
                                  endlessly floats rippled lake ...
                                       feeling abandoned                                   
                                                            


Details | Shape | |

O h i o

*OHIO*     O     O     OHIO     *OHIO*
 H     H      H     H         !         H     H
 I      I       I---- I         !          I      I
*OHIO*    O     O      OHIO    *OHIO*


Details | Free verse | |

Storm's Midst

Trapped by the water, restless waves
Being pulled, dashed against the sand
Towed downward then allowed to come up for a short breath of air
Surrounded by restless water

Free at last with the air drying the water residue
Independent of the restless waves
Freedom that has long been awaited
Great breeze through trees and hair

Fire needs dryness_warmth
Sun peeking through, touching skin
Toes in soft sand viewing horizon
Of sun slowly rising dazzling color

Soon to sit by a warm winter fire
Crackling, releasing heat and light
Which warms the hearth_home
Slow burning fire internal like a volcano

Contest:Earthly Elements
Sponsor:Leighann Anderson
1) water, earth
2)air, wind
3)fire,earth
3)fire


Details | Prose Poetry | |

In The Woods

I set off along the faint trail
it was one I had not noticed before
plunging me deep into unknown territory
stomach clenched in excitement as I strode on

Tall old Oaks, Aspens, Chestnuts and Beeches
cloaked the way ahead, I was aware of silence
rather a nervous paused silent as if holding it's breath
everything seemed to be waiting for something to happen

Deeper into the woods I went, admiring the new slightly odd 
flora and fauna scattered about, beautiful flowers blooming
mushrooms two feet and more wide with red and yellow spots
sturdy enough to sit on while I took a rest

Slipping into sleep I traveled even deeper
until I came to the heart of these mysterious woods
a shout went up from elves, fairies and pixies
she is here at last, our soon to be crowned new queen

A magical glen with a throne in the middle
red carpet made from red flower petals strewn
jewels most wondrous glinting in the trees
birds so colorful that they dazzle as they fly

Clasping me by the hand the pixies lead to the throne
once I am seated, they serve me with golden nectar
tasty berries and cakes of flowers on leaves for plates
full of such excitement I gaze around the clearing

A place of tranquility and majestical splendor 
little houses in the trees and small fairy lights
standing sentinel was an ancient gnarled Oak
branches waving as it moved towards me

Shaking as it drew closer and stopped before me
an elf handed it a crown that glittered with gems
turning to me it said let the crowning commence
with great ceremony he uttered the words

"Has any here just cause as to why she shouldn't be crowned?"

A deathly silence prevailed not even a murmur
Then turning to me he placed it on my head
all around were now on bended knee, heads bowed
The oak said "Now you are our ordained queen"

As a great cheer went up I startled back awake
the clearing, throne and all the little people vanished
All that was left behind was a feather of wonderful hues
and the crashing of a startled stag fleeing into the trees


written 09/07/2013

contest  In The Woods


Details | Cinquain | |

Nature's Untold Sorrow

Dew drops tiny misty nature's untold sorrow whispering deep sigh silently grass tips © kashinath karmakar 2011 ==================== Placement:3rd;(September 2011) Contest:How Due You Dew Sponsor:Paula Swanson


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Haiku | |

Jack Frost Morning

.
                                       Jack Frost on mountain
                                      Overlooking hollows hills
                                        Sun_Jack disappears


Details | Alliteration | |

Alliteration Fun

The top of the terrace trembles With worshiping warlocks sit wondering So stupendous the sky seems surreal I inquire intelligently inside Thinking that time throws what troubles Colorful chrysalis shines and climbs courageously Lovely light lays on lowered layer Perfect and powerful portrayal presents pleasure Of outrageousness opened only so often Never kneeling now or noticeably feel Sky’s superiority spits my soul’s special sight I enjoy every encased enlightenment Full of fascinating floating essence finally Enveloped within enigmatic enlisted joy The sky spreads its light superiorly shared Remembering recreation watching the real sky
Russell Sivey Entered into Nathan A.'s "alliteration alliteration, nothing but sweet alliteration (must have alliteration in the title)" contest 3/12/2013


Details | Sonnet | |

Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

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

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



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


Details | Blank verse | |

Sail

Sail through the veil,
Chasing a mermaid’s tail,
Along waves through troves
And rocky caves.

Sail through the veil,
Chasing a fairytale.
Seems I found the world of my dreams,
As my ship is sunken by oceanic seams.


Details | Free verse | |

Dripping Pages

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Kyrielle | |

Ringing In The New Year

<                             raise your glass toast to thy new year
                               recant memories close and near
                               shed thy tears for beloved that died
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky


                               new dawn is upon horizon
                               bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned 
                               basking in beauty I did cry 
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               winter spring summer and fall's theme
                               natures way of trickery schemes
                               weaving another day to try
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               ever try an moon and stars dance
                               believe me they put you in trance
                               so raise me once again Lord high
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings
                               illuminates hearts strings nettings
                               ask not pass singing auld lange sye
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky 




Entry For
Dr Ram Mehta's
Ring Out Wild Bells
To The Wild Sky
Kyeriell Contest
G.L. All                             


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

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








Details | Rhyme | |

THE EYE OF A NEEDLE

God, tell me the mystery of your will. 

For as far as I can see is your majesty. 

The desert is as small as the eye of a needle. 

And it is, in this paradise, a travesty. 

The flowing springs are sparkling clear and cool, 

And they water the green foliage and flowers. 

From hill to hill, beauty is on display, 

And, in every direction, proof of your growing powers.


Details | Haiku | |

ZOOKEEPER

Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"


Details | Couplet | |

My hand holds your hand

My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.
In the green`s intervals, the weather is rough;
The blue wind freed its own ghost’s chain
Following the rhythm of the crystalline rain;
With the leaf`s thrill and embrace`s embers
Patient ruby hidden in alabaster chambers, 
Far from the desert of mirrors, standing aloof
As vulnerable as the surge`s serenity`s proof;
Simple surmise falling down with the mist,
Suspension bridge above the yellow East;
Looking from the season `s round roof,
Solitude seems hit by a rueful cold hoof.
Like the violet dawns date with the pale moon,
Chapel`s morning joined the emerald afternoon;
Air angels with white wings are our mates;
Trees beg for heaven to let open the gates; 
We listen to inner chansons sung by Edith Piaf
My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.


Details | Imagism | |

I Am The Wind

I am the wind
That blows through your hair
I fly with the trees
I float in the air

I'm high with the clouds
In the blue sky
I wave through the birds 
That pass me by

With my dreams by my side
My soul in my heart
I am the wind
I will never depart




Hello everyone. Unlike most of my poems this one was not written by me alone. It was also written by one of my best friend Alexandria.


Details | Acrostic | |

I'm Falling For You

<                             Signs of the time
                               Enriched vibrant colors 
                               Painted on minds eye canvass
                               To inscribe it's beauty to another
                               Eventually leaving one in awe
                               Marching in it's parade of showings
                               Begining to end
                               Each and every year
                               Requesting for it's safe return


Entry For Carol Brown's 
Fall Is Around The Corner Contest
I Chose September
G.L. All


Details | Ballade | |

Flip

Flip.

Once there was a fish named Flip
Who went and took a notion
To ask those other older fish
To tell him 'what’s the ocean?'
He’d read about it in his books
But no matter where he looked
And man he did look endlessly
But could not find the sea.

The other fish just looked at him
And told him all together
Don’t worry about this sort of thing
Just study be more, clever.
Then Flip, he asked an old, old fish
Who smiled and told him gaily
“Oh Flip you’re living in the ocean
It’s with you lad and daily”

But when Flip told the other fish
Just what that wise fish said
They laughed at him derisively 
And said “he’s off his head”
And they all beat that wise fish up
For the nonsense that he talked.
 Then turned and chased young Flip away
For they knew what they’d been taught!!!

24 September 2013 @ 0630hrs.


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Anticipation

Await daffodils
colour of sun cheers the soul
imagine spring warmth.
















Anticipation -  Haiku
for John Heck's Twelve for 1 contest


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Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


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Goat Cheese Boat

There once was a man,
Who carved him a boat.
It was out of the cheese,
That he milked from his goat.
The first one he failed,
So he made him a note.
Never use Swiss,
Because it won’t float!


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Frosted Embers

Winter rides On the weathered Wings of the wind Through a heavy sky Where violet hues are Pinned. Wispy Clouds flow like Angel Hair in graceful curls Winter's frosted embers Adorn the earth like millions Of priceless pearls. A Cleansing renewal transpires From the harshness of winter air Divine growth emerges from a land That is hushed in graceful prayer. Beautiful Wisdom radiates from Inside this wonderland of pristine light As a kaleidoscope of color emanates From this heavenly prism of white. Carole Cookie Arnold 01/02/2010


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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


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Ensnare My Heart

"Ensnare My Heart" By M. Taha Effendi (Ballad) O beautiful maiden of my captive heart, Are you not the lone bard's pompous muse? With allure that inspired the divine art, Heavens' hand made you with such delicate use, What sweet circumstance upon me befalls, My heart the endearing perfidy has plotted, Entombed in my bosom, it beats to your calls, Loves beyond reason the heart besotted, Let my soul swoon at your eternal beauty awhile, Mesmerize by sheer fineness of your chiseled cheek, Beguile by crimson roses that adorn your seraphic smile, Savor in you the beauty of which poets speak, Your eyes are gleaming lagoons of preserved vintage, Shades the cerulean ocean from their depths did lease, The jealous eye of heaven envies your radiant visage, The blushing moon embarrassed cowers beneath the seas, Would you shelter me in your silken veil perchance? That imbue elation in those who wander in its shade, And sways to cadence of zephyrs in an eternal dance, To invoke dark urges of soul with a sublime serenade,


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Sunlight

Sunlight peeks through clouds Following a few days of dark An awakening Miniture clear Christmas tree lights Shine 'pon the pale pink running rose


Details | Free verse | |

Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


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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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Awe Man

<                                 life's bare essentials
                                   can become some great assets
                                   in dires time need

                                  predator or prey
                                  endangerment of species
                                  remains that of man 




Entry For John Freeman's 
Haiku/Senryu 
Natural And Beyond Contest 
G.L. All                               


Details | Free verse | |

THE DREAM

I've dreamed an admirable dream,
To touch the monolith's of Stone Hedge,
And understand their meaning.
What a bounty of knowledge have these
Once cave dwelling people leave us
As their legacy.
A hovel's kindred, whom came from
The darkness within the earthen tomb,
To experience the sun light, at the day 
Break of a new age dawning.
Not a transparent reality as now,
But an evergreen world, for them
To utilize.
An Eden to explore, a wild untamed
Wildernesses, calling to them come
See what I have to offer thee.
Oh what would I give to see this 
Wondrous place, where wild life roamed free.
This is my dream,
What would I give, everything???

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
02-10-2014





 





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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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Halloween Haiku

<                                      amidst swollen moon
                                 creatures of the night stalking .....
                                          predator's bounty



                                          be ~ witching ~ hour
                                     beastly  mannerism   gone
                                          totally but .... wild



                                          black cat crosses path
                                          another seven years of ........
                                          having such bad luck



                                              culdron pot boils
                               hearts ~ gizzards ~ livers ... bat's hair 
                                          witches stilled brewing
                                         
                                                                                


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Winter's Blanket

Virgin snow forms a blanket of shimmery white.
Pine tree boughs are weighted down this night.
Not a creature stirred.
Not a sound heard.
A feeling as If I were standing within a snow globe.
A magical story to unfold.
Silvery snow falling upon my face,
Sticking to my eyelashes, creating white lace.
Crystal tear drops forming upon my cheeks,
Giving me a look of mystique.
Street lights disperses snowflakes in a whimsical dance.
Making my nighttime surroundings a fairytale-like sense.
As if a child has shaken the snow globe to see,
Falling snow crystals shimmering silvery white onto me.
Tiny miracles of light,
Fluttering, dancing earthward creating a magical sight.


By Connie Gildersleeve







Details | Tanka | |

Your History

<                                 symbolic icon
                           abrupts captivating flight
                                    honoring fallen
                       amidst lined tombstone's marker
                             at historic Fort Snelling



Written By
Katherine Stella  8/8/11

Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's
Bald Eagle In Cemetery Contest
G.L. All


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The Shaman of Modernity

She put herself out there
Alone, cleansed from the stink of the city
She perfects the art of quieting one's mind
The fading blah blah blah's, a relic of "Civilization"

She hears slight groans from above and below
A sickening wrench to her heart
The transmission is unanimous

"STOP!!!!!", "PLEASE!!", "THERE'S STILL TIME..."
Cedar, stone, and river feel the break coming
If only the stewards renewed their vows to Terra

From out of the black she snaps awake, eyes of terror, urgency and hope
It is clear to her what she must do, no alternative
She must return to the metropolis she loathes
To rally the spiritually dead, to reconnect them to planet frequencies

She sacrifices herself for her love of the land and the hope of her brethren



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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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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Couplet | |

A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                             
                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate



Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


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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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Discovery

Stillness greets the morn
Tranquility and depth flutter
Beyond the minds eye



For Raul's Moreno's "Awaiting dawn contest"!


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Minnesota Wild

<                                          Minnesota Wild

                                 Like its loon that cascades it's lakes


                                             Minnesota Wild

                                  Like it's black bear strong and fierce

                                            
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's deer and 12 point bucks

                                    
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's rivers and winding streams

                                              
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's mighty timbers and pines


                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's eagle that soars forever free


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's pheasant and wild turkey

                                 
                                               Minnesota Wild

                                       Like it's great northern pike 


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                    My anthem and illuminated theme





Entry For
John Heck's
Encore Contest
G.L. All

                            

                                   

                                 

                                 

                                 


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Rock - Paper - Scissors

~

Paper Snowflake

~

Upon the rock of summer that teem
with scissors I forge a winter dream
with paper of white
and visions of flight
each snowflake dance with sunlight gleam

~


Details | Light Poetry | |

Thank the googad

Once more the stroons, were leafing on the floor
Copper coloured etchyfronds the type that we adore
And stacketh high as bi-rutaths, more and more and more
The stroonish etchyfronds, began to block the door

Thank Gantrisill and Ebblewabe the googad is still here
See it gathering etchyfronds, from far as well as near
Again the door is open, we cheer and cheer and cheer
As the googad broodlings nestle, in their frondy mess so queer

We have to ask the question, is poor Ebblewabe a loon
To let old Gantrisill, inside to grow a stroon
Where etchyfronds gather as they're strewn and strewn and strewn
And the bi-rutaths can't eat them, from outside on the moon


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The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
											
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Yin Yang

Yin Yang
Joanna Davis


We make our own demons
create our own gods
our lives are a series of evens and odds
In the ebb and flow of the rockiest tide,
truth is a pearl, we all seek to hide
Success, just failure turned on its head,
The path to victory, is littered with dread
Desire and fear a fraternal twin,
thoughts control if you lose or you win!
A need, a plan, action and grace,
will shield you from all arrows you’ll face
You cannot win, without playing the game,
if nothing is changed, the results are the same
The life you make is all in your mind,
to have tomorrow you must leave yesterday behind.


Details | Couplet | |

Where does the Time go

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


Details | Free verse | |

Pearls

Nacreous trees
reach into goldenrod skies
autumn wheat hissing, envious!
Tassels of crown hang, lifeless.
Queen of a barren kingdom
where silver suns trek horizons, 
never in reach for the looking glass
to swallow, and reflect,
inside out.
Another sunrise sets
all as the pearl harvest eclipses behind,
the apple of her eye.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Beach

Sun kissed sand, Waves crashing, Seagulls laughing The Beach Feel the heat dancing on your skin, Filtering through you, Penetrating your skin The Beach A contradiction between your senses The cool, cold water lapping you Surrounding you, Taking you in with every crashing wave The Beach There is an island beyond the horizon The clear, blue sea surrounding it The grainy sand behind you Clinging on to you The Beach Close your eyes Let the heat penetrate you, The water envelope you Because slowly Slowly, It’s time to leave


Details | Ode | |

The Serpent

I am the one who once traveled by flight and foot
And now I slither around on my round-body
My tongue has always been and still is split in half
In my first stage of life my speeches consisted of fire-bursts, ice-shards, smoke rings, and whirling-wild-winds
Now my speeches are speedy rollings-of-the-tongues and a-spitting venom-filled saliva
Horned was I back in the days after I had hatched out of my egg
Now my mushroom-like head consists of my eyes, my nostrils, and my ears
Once I had massive teeth to help me emasculate my food
And now I must swallow all of my food whole
Many primitive cultures have used me as a symbol for both good and evil
I symbolize the Morning Star, and have been blessed with many different names
Nevertheless, I am worshiped by many cultures of mankind as a powerful being
I am the Light-Bringer, and the Knowledge-Bringer to mankind and am similar to Prometheus
I seduced Eve to bite the apple in order that she may have knowledge and become like Yahweh
I am also Quetzalcoatl, the revered sky god of the Aztecs 
Without the symbolism that mankind has placed upon me I am nothing more than a plain reptile


Details | Verse | |

A pattern of wisdom,

A person is a child,
If he behaves as a child,
A person is mature,
If he behaves as a wild.

A person is kind,
When his heart is mild,
A person is selfish,
When only benefits he compiled.

A person is honest,
His treatment is fair,
He respects others,
And he believes to care.

A person is rude,
When he is dishonest,
He exploits others,
When he takes rest.

A person is loyal,
When his need is a matter,
A person is critic,
When he can serve better.


Details | Free verse | |

Thunderstruck Sunshine

The clouds shook
A thick, black, very wet blanket out
In the Southeastern quadrant 
Of the New Mexico firmament,
Complete with lightning
And growling, crackling,
Massive basso-profundo sound effects,
Inviting the sun to rest,
Take a load off, 
Reeellaaaxxx! 

Abrasively radiant,
Helios glared a brilliant, heated, passionate,
Steamy smile
Into the arid monsoon skies

And refused Storm’s invitation
To lie down and go to bed


Details | Sonnet | |

Broken Wind Chimes

Dangling from the tree I can see,
Broken wind chimes that still sing.
They just hang on by a split string.
Sending a harmony of tunes to thee.
 
Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me.
I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring.
From the tree they will sway when they can swing.
Bits and pieces are released through the air and flee.
 
Caught in the wind is it’s vibrations.
Carrying signals of great magnitude.
Funneling clouds into new creations.
Bringing air into a brand new mood.
 
Broken wind chimes can still sing a song,
But their messages are scattered all along.
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007


Details | Imagism | |

The Beat Of Your Own Drum

Roaming around lonesome with no friend to speak 

My days have reached there peak 

I can and only think 

To express this missing lost trink 

With destanys that have not been seen 

From the likes of any beings 

I cease to exist now with altered perception 

indefinitely striving measuring up a certain perfection 

My etheric body which does not have a physical form 

Is on a path that cannot be walked upon 

This cannot be seen, heard or felt 

But can only be reached by knowing ones self


Details | Personification | |

JUXTAPOSED

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

Cues

My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir!
I am down back to zero going again you see.
I carry a silver stick just for you not for me.
Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir.
 
Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr.
My summer is magic my winter cues as be.
I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee.
But in between this world is a cross to incur.
 
And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross,
Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be  at a great loss!
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2009
.


Details | Haiku | |

Flower Moon

dawn bright sky full flower moon of may lunar rise
One of the Native American names for the full moon in May is the the "Flower Moon". If it is clear where you live May 5 is the night of the flower moon. Enjoy her beauty if you can.


Details | Sonnet | |

Twin Key

June 24th 2010

Twin Key

Hey, help me out here would you please?
Can you show me where all my whys go?
While you are at it search my I told you so.
More so, that alter ego I want you to seize.

Listen here and listen up, it has twin keys.
I tell you something else, do not tell it no.
It gets bigger and bigger a dynasty I know.
Blow a kiss for me send it my best breeze.

Roll out my red carpet,
Spit-shine your shoes,
Sit it down just park it!
Say I depart my blues!

Look out here there is two just like me,
God blessed you! I have my Twin Key.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010





Details | Quatern | |

Symbolic Icon's Flight

<                          Symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                            Arrow finds it's target's marking
                            blood curling like an volcano's erupt
                            world leader speaks vocal barking


                           Majestic crowns within a reach
                           symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                           For there are still own young to teach
                           under feathered wings that are cupped


                           Flightless viewing ones been corrupt
                           captured essance of feathered friend
                           Symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                           tears traces remain in the end 


                          Those who reach new found milestones
                          keep soaring way on up and up
                          for now I stay chilled to the bone
                          symbolic icon's flight abrupts





Tribute To The Bald Eagle


Also Entry For
DR. Ram's 
Quatern Contest 
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

The Last Oak Leaf

My heart goes out to the last Oak leaf
The one that clings until the early spring
When the buds swell giving a nudge
The last leaf that falls onto the earth 

The new bud full of vitality__youth comes forth
To experience life_spring green_then summer's depth
Fall comes to it bringing the color of autumn russet
The cycle has nearly gone full circle__winter slowly moves in the last leaf falls


Details | Alliteration | |

WHAT??

  Winsome Wendy walked in winter's white
  Wondering when her window box wisteria would grow.
  Wintry wisps followed by winter's windstorm
  Wiped out her wonderful window work.


   Winsome Wendy wanted to whine
   "Without the wisteria, could winter be fine"?
    While still walking, Wendy happened upon Woeful Will
    Who worked without reward.


   Winsome Wendy withstood the wisecracks that
   Woeful Will had witlessly worded to her.
   Wendy's withdrawal, spurned the wishy-washy Will
   Which was witnessed by Watchful Ward.


   Winsome Wendy went to the windbreak
   Which Watchful Ward had wrought.
   Wincing in the wind of winter's weight
   Watchful Ward worded a simple warning to Wendy...


    "Watch out for the windchill".


Details | Imagism | |

Snow

Flakes falling on our heads.
Ebullient animas of angels
Rejected at heaven’s gate.
White.
Pure.
Light.
Soft.
Tender.
Innocent.
ICE-COLD!
Silent.


Details | Couplet | |

Gold Fish and The Frog

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.

Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
 
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.

The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.


Details | Haiku | |

Harvest Festival

aerial viewing
outstretched crows flying frenzy
harvest festival


Details | Haiku | |

Look

A flower today,
Did you really see it.
How many petals?


Details | Haiku | |

Eye Of The Tiger

<                                              eye of the tiger
                                            mystical yet beautiful ...
                                            even through monsoon's




Written By 
Katherine Stella 10/30/11

Season Chosen Monsoon

Entry For Charles Henderson's
Very Strict Haiku G.L. All


Details | Sonnet | |

Bless it be Thee!

May 27, 2010

Bless it be Thee!

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

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

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

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

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010


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A grain of sand to the universe

A tiny, concrete-covered sphere,
floating in an infinity of nothing,
thinking it’s something.


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flaming autumn

I hear the crackling beat of 
Castanets and fast strumming guitars 
As autumns blustery storm lifts 
Fallen red, yellow and orange leaves
Twisting and twirling them like a Gypsy girl’s skirt  
As she dances around campfire flames.


Autumn Splendor -contest by- Russell Sivey

© Brenda V Northeast – a rewrite  30/08/2012  - (first written 26/05/08)


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Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

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



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

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



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

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

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





Details | Free verse | |

Willingly, You Risked Your Life

We were drifting off.... deeply into sleep!
Time was running out for my pups and me
They lay unconscious from inhaling dense smoke
The door was locked, so we crawled under the bench
And I barked as loud as I could, hoping attention to reap
 I had paced for our while even though chances were slim
By myself I would’ve tried try some brazen escape
But, no way could I abandon my pups in this place
I began to think that our lives were a wrap
Until I felt your warm and gentle pat
You filled your suit pockets with my little pups
You risked your life willingly to save each of us
Now, in gratitude, let me wipe the smudge off your face
Could I speak your language, I would graciously say, ‘Thank you!’

~*~

For Joyce Johnson's "Doggy Gratitude" Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

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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Wolf's Tongue

<                                  wolf tongue speaks at night
                                 search for prey has come to end ...
                                         howling escalates





Written by
Katherine Stella 11/16/11

Entry For
Deb Guzzi's Animal Haiku

I Chose The Wolf
My Home State
Is Minnesota
Wolf Pop Estimate 3020 Per D.N.R. 
Yikes

G.L. All


Details | Acrostic | |

The Moon In Pisces

T he Moon at full has many names both fierce and comingly,
H ere now, harken to the Wolf Moon's call on land or writhing sea.
E nlightened hearts greet The Full Snow Moon of freezing February.

M arch bring on the Full Crow Moon, the thaw, the caws make us wary.
O n April's Full, The Pink Moon reigns, the blush of phlox arrives, 
O bliging us May's Full Flower Moon brings tulips to fair skies.
N uptials in June's fair Strawberry Moon, bring lovers to new highs

I n hot July's the Thunder Moon seems to nag, scold, and chastise.
N ot be outdone, August has two, Full Sturgeon Moon and Blue Moon,

P reparing us for fall's Harvest Moon, where lovers often croon.
I n woods deep the deer hide from October's Hunter moon so bright.
S oon the ground will freeze traps set in November's Beaver Moon light.
C hristmas, time for Yule brings the Full Cold Moon to the longest days
E ach Full Moon shows a special path, each Moon lights a special way,
S oulfully, we respect the pull, the true gifts and the warnings. 


*Tarot Card The Moon


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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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A PARK BENCH

The world spinning round 
A park bench 
The wind... 
The only sound 
Trees, 
Red and gold 
Tumbling leaves 

How a world can stop 
Turn by turn... 
Park bench 
Life burning by 
Sit through the day 
Passing play... 
Park bench 
Sometimes... 
It's the only way 


Details | Haiku | |

Frogs on Lilly Pads in Review

Frogs

Frog follies this year
featuring the loudest croak
All frogs in review!

Lilly Pads

Floating lilly pads,
used in spring as sailboats for
poliwogs galore!


Marty Owens for Lilly Pads and Frogs contest


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Life's Reason


LIFE'S REASON?

Where do we figure in the universal scheme of things?
this unanswered question is likely to so remain
we could be so insignificant, our egos would suffer pain 
maybe we are caretakers, to preserve beauty in our domain?,
or no role at all may be our lot, along with other Earthly beings.

Does it really matter?...... we're here and that's a fact
it's a wonderful world to enjoy, within life's short span
whatever our role, if any, life's great if we can so make it 
given reasonably good health, and strength enough to act.

To stay healthy is our main concern, and that of medical science
great strides in recent decades they've made, keeping us ahead
of viruses and other microorganisms,with aims we all do dread
their speedy mutations a constant threat, boffins combat 
in defiance. 

It would seem that life wasn't meant to be one smooth breeze,
there had to be adversaries to beat, just as in epic tales of old,
perhaps, when reaching our destinations, we will all  be told,
'drink from the Holy Grail my friends, put on your Golden Fleece"
hicky.


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The escape

The Escape.

Two field mice took a walk one day
Then feeling tired, they'd walked a ways
They thought they'd stop and rest a while
For home was further on some miles.

Then they heard the pad of old Toms paws
Which spooked them quite a bit I'm sure
As the cat purred loudly to see the mice
And thought "a meal it would be nice!"

Their whiskers quivered nervously
As, our two mice made haste to flee
So off they scampered for their lives
As old Tom cat for them did strive

That old cat looked he, high and low
And where they were he didn't know
As the two they trembled neath a bush
They could almost touch that mean old puss.

Then Tom gave up and skulked away
And the two mice lived another day
And their lungs filled up with gratitude
They'd foiled that old tom cat, so rude.

Peace, Socrares Dec 2 2003


Details | Free verse | |

My Morning Companion


She sits beside me in my place of solace. Her smile nested near my heart is all I need to soothe the restless soul behind paling eyes of spring. A cloak of friendship or possibly foes encircle us in a draping sky of blue. All have their purpose to challenge our consciousness. Our morning visions of swaying palms bow to touch life with fibrous fronds. Each reach within chanting words of peace in a language heard long ago… abiding o’er time, they brush the earth to rouse her dreams of a heavenly union. My dreams lie awake at dawn floating on a lake of mirrors. My dreams wait like polished stones rubbed smooth on the banks of eternity… Patient, she still sits beside me. Our hands fold together on the bank as eyes search the river, ever changing. We bow our heads in remembrance of shrouded faces who have faded in rippling pools. My eyes open as I depart the hallowed halls of yesterday, and I smile back at my morning companion. Hand-in-hand, I feel her energy. We splash gaily in the waters of our discoveries, the serendipity of we. I call her Usha of Spring. She is all that is bright and new as the sun rises in the east. We skip stones across our muddled reflections, laughing all the while. Then, we weave fronds to shelter us from a bitter winter that will never come.


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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 | Lyric | |

Just Be

Society, community, society, community.
You can leave now and let me be.
I will swim free, free in your sea. 
Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh you will never see.
Broken hearts, bodies too, beloved inner child, I love you.
Purity.
Alone.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
I know now that this is all I need.
To be. To be. That is all, just Be.
Burn your toys, television too, kill the car, the radio..... 
MOooooooo.
Unleash, unravel, these boys, disentangle, unblock, reset there mind, please sir,
could you be so kind?
Simplicity, Simplicity, simplicity.
Eye's clenched shut.
Now I know, Alone in my hut, not long to go, you will be free.
Free. free. free.
Buy the car, buy the house, buy the cow, consume, consume, but how?
Now!
Now, now, you tell me are you happy? for ever and art thou.
Ah ha, you see, you see.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
That is all I need, I choose now, my self is free?
Yes, yes, yes sir, me?
Free to sit, sit and just be.
Me? Free? free to swim in this endless blue sea?
I will just sit, sit right here, against this healing earth, oh so very near.
My mind is liquid, free to birth.
Just be. Just Be. Just Be.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.





Details | Ghazal | |

God's Heavenly Mountain

Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain
Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain


Valley and creeks and eagles that soar
Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain

Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits 
Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain

Relish with me if you will if you must if you can
Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain

There is a new day a new beginning and a new you
Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain








Details | Free verse | |

Lifeless


The dusk casts its shadow upon the land
robbing the light,
setting the stage for caliginosity .

Moonlight faint against transitioning light
stretches eerie fingers onto a land 
that allows no man.

Twisted steel, mimicking an uncanny monster,
stationary,
only its shadow moves with moon passing.

Silence, cold and unrelenting as death
is undisturbed by gentle breeze,
yet,
faintly, a rustle interrupts calling attention be paid,
will be ignored forever more.

Huge sockets once capable of sight
blindly bear witness,
a planet once beautiful and bright,
races through the universe
devoid of life.


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Ever lasting

Seek and ye shall find
But truth exists in the contrived
Concealed in the equation
There is no static explanation
Complicated theories created to define
What has always existed with or without your human mind
To perceive or try to grasp this intelligent design
We seek the architect, searching for the blueprints
But secrecy quite crucial to protect us from ourselves
You want to know, but if you know
You just signed your death sentence
Humans must have unanswered questions to explore
To solve the riddle of creation serves no purpose, will only bore
It must remain something that can't be figure out
It's mystery, not conclusions, appetite for more
Insatiable meditation, intellectual life support
Driven by curiosity to covet information
This never-ending story has no book of Revelation
We live in an expanding, infinite universe
We can't understand it, cause being mortal's a curse
Handicapped in finite, contradictory to forever
Apocalyptic scenarios are made up so we feel better
But there's really no such thing as the end of time
The universe is not subject to the doom of human kind
In fact it grows everyday like kudzu on the vine
Fear not, for you still have a great opportunity
To overcome death and reach immortality
Instead of a tombstone try leaving a legacy
And live in the minds of generations to come
They will all contemplate how you did what you done


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A Dark and Scary Night

Darkness closes in
My heart is beating swiftly
The world is silent


Details | Narrative | |

Summer Waterfall

Deep in the woods I hear an angel's lyrical call.
Tranquil and serene, a majestic summer waterfall.
Where the oaks and wildflowers shade the creek,
reflections fall to earth from rays of destiny,
refreshing my soul and setting my spirit free.
I smell the aroma of rain mixed with the paradise breeze.
Tranquil and serene, a natural wonder and rainbow of peace.
A cascading sparkling jewel,
above a wave rippling whirlpool.
Upon the wind rides the angel's lyrical call.
Tranquil and serene, a majestic summer waterfall.


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How I Met You

First, a sequence of footsteps disguised as coincidence.
A smile to hook at eleven, a line to sink at twelve
A style, all the while, caught leaning in the background.
Words, flowing like they’ve been there all along
Dropping us, down another level in their elevator 
Further down the rabbit hole.
I become your mechanism
Heeding your every nerve,
Every tiny rhythmic stir. 
You sing as I tune you.

At last, the bottom falls out and we’re flying, passing
Between each open idea, dipping
Inside your emotional crevices, tracing
Each curve in your wings- 
Color spiraling outward,
Out of control

We crash land by the ocean
Peeking from the rubble. 

Though our eyes are all that is left- seeds
Aligned and blooming toward the sun.
Time slows.

And the clock waits outside
As our sandcastle, balanced perfectly on this single fleeting moment
Breaks against the morning tide.
And the night disappears back into footsteps
Just to age in a museum of art never captured.


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The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views


                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

             
                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort


                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark


                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice


                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away







Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Deception

On a silent night
In a kingdom by the sea

Bright moon and star
On dark mindnight sky

Shine silently above
Mermaid’s loud cry

Shallow tears lay
Into depths of hearts

Who seek paradise
In a kingdom by the sea

Where daylight doesn’t reach
Their eyes won’t see

You won’t find peace
There’s no heaven for thee

No sunrise would you witness
Nor sweet Annabel Lee

In a kingdom by the sea
Whoever you may be

No soul breaks free
From sweet Annabel Lee

Whatever drowns remains
In a kingdom by the sea


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The Lion King

king of the jungle
fierce protective playful strong
in their own domain


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Yellow Belly

<                                            Yellow Belly !


                                     Bees, Bees, the dancing machines
                                     Polinatators that bite me
                                     Gift biogenic amines
                                     How you make me swell

                                     Yellow belly tarnations
                                     Clinging Clanging to butt's cheek
                                     Cursing swating and shooing
                                     To sting destroyer



  * Story:    A yellow belly flew into cars window and landed on seat and of course 
                        I had to be the one to roll on it and get stung in butt lol



Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/8/12

Entry for
Linda Marie's
Bite Me Contest 
G.L. All

I Bite 
Destroyer-Poet LOL


Details | Free verse | |

Just outside

And there, there, infront of me a garden,
There, there is a wall needed to be painted,
There, there, back and forth, back and forth
A single drop falls from this soul

And there is great green grass
Green grass in great expanse
 With a far, far away wall,
Waiting to be painted 

To my left there is some clean soil,
The soil guards a secret
A secret to be discovered,
 Not so far away from the now but just going to the then. 

Back and forth here this body lays
And another drop falls from this soul,
And just like that the far, far away wall is painted
Colors everywhere just in a blur, then with some form.

There it goes on the far, far away wall,
There you can see sunshine, dandelions, lilacs and a forest
There, there, now can be seen, but then it changes
There’s a flash of hope and there is a rainbow.

There, there always changin’,
Never the same
And this soul is afraid
Of what there is to see
And what is to come by.


Anna~


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THE FLYING DUTCHMAN

Off the cape of good hope,
On dead-man’s rocky reef,
A legend from old was born.
Behold The Flying Dutchman, 
Phantom’s driven ghost ship.
Seeking infinities isle beyond,
Mortal fleshes reach.  
The captains wheel sets a
Study coarse full ahead.
Treachery’s boney skeleton walkers,
 Follow his orders without question.
It is the devils own hand picked,
  A madman’s crew,
Hell bound disciples riding,
Currents restless waves towards,
Destiny's unknown passages.
The grim reapers soul seekers,
Beware all at sea if you witness,
The Dutchman’s murky birthing.
From depths fathoms below,
Tarred torn canvas sails unfurl,
Upon broken masts covered,
By seaweeds greenish slime.
Under heavy pressures crushing
Weight,
A chilling graveyard of wreckage's,
Carnage exists, 
An isolation forgotten realm.
A tidal avalanche, aquatic blues,
Perfect storm envelopes,
Everything in it's destructive path.
Dragging anchors chains behind,
Death's black vessel  brakes, 
The surfaces tension.
Cutting through the rough waves
At eases pace.
Readily welcoming those lost aboard,
Then she'll dive towards deep waters,
Farthest edge.
Behold The Flying Dutchman’s,
Legend lives forever on.
 In nightmares screaming twilight hour,
Another soul becomes enchained.
And a skeleton walker joins, 
The devils own.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN




Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Main Matrix

So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?

If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
 
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
 
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
 
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
 
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


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Budding beauty

Age of purity and innocence,
this time of change
meets a blooming maturity
Fulfilling form, stylising figure;
nature produces fine specimen
A time to play with hair and fashion
To perfect beauty, 
applying make-up and perfumes
Bringing forth fresh radiance
Changing mood and attitude
A young lady, pleasing to the eye
stands before mankind
A budding beauty
ready to take on new life style
To seek, settle, nurture,
or give her all to career
Go-getter or jet-setter
her presence is felt near


Details | Haiku | |

Johnny Come Blow Your Horn

pillar of trumpets
are no match in a garden
for the hummingbird


Details | Haiku | |

Colorado



               in colorado
   the geese recall the last time
     we threw crumbs on pond

                5/6/2014


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part I

Gathering grey clouds
Whip crack of frothing thunder
Is this Africa?


Details | Free verse | |

Homework... What homework?!?

The clock strikes nine. Ink fills the night sky, until the silvery orb in the heavens is the only source of light. 
The clock strikes twelve. Tiny pinpricks of light dot the raven-dark heavens. They shine brightly; as if each was 
trying to outdo the last. I sit. And stare. And wonder. The clock strikes three. I shift and pick up my 
homework. The assignment is a three page essay, due today. Should I do it? Nah... I toss it aside and resume 
my staring of the sky.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sea Idyll

In a world of conflict and scheming,
may I never awaken from dreaming
of someday being able to float
out -- out in my own little boat --
out on a moon-lit bay
where tropical waters play
and a cooling breeze drifts by.
The salt sea air would be bracing --
would set my weary heart racing --
there on that moon-bright bay.
Only gulls overhead, as they fly, and I,
would hear, from the sandy shore,
the palms as they rustle.  I sigh --
oh -- I never would ask for more
than to float on the nurturing sea --
only you and the moon there with me.


Details | Lyric | |

Green With Envy

Barefoot as I walked on the beach
As a flash of light came from the east
It drew a fading line in the night sky
As I ran towards it as if I could fly

Several months before the rush of August
It came to me like an unlikely comet
Just like I dreamed it would be
Out of my reach, across the sea

Oh lustrous fallen star
I wanna be where you are
Ditch my life and live in the shade
Of this heavenly mark you have made
Relinquish all my hopes and dreams
Risk it all on one of my wild schemes
Build sand castles in a crater by the sea
'Till the tide washes it away and face turns green

Wasn't aware of how hungry I'd become
Or that my legs would tire so fast and start to numb
All night searching for the comet that had fell
Looked back at my distant home and bid it farewell

It was pass the break of dawn, my breath was cold
I followed my compass and watched the day unfold
With sores on my feet I bottled all my determination
With passion I clinged to my ever-growing imagination

Oh lustrous fallen star
I wanna be where you are
Ditch my life and live in the shade
Of this heavenly mark you have made
Relinquish all my hopes and dreams
Risk it all on one of my wild schemes
Build sand castles in a crater by the sea
'Till the tide washes it away and face turns green

But it wasn't meant to be ~ life of a fallen star and me
You were a glint of light in my wildest dreams
But it wasn't meant to be ~ just another wave in the sea
Driven by the moon, draws me in just to turn me green
Green with envy



For the Star Contest
Hosted by POETESS DARKLY


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Bird in Flight

Sitting there late last night! 
I took everything in with my deepest breath about me.
I could quiver feeling the warmth sinking slowly in, 
I was covered over distances which I could now see.
I had left myself. 
I was gone again.
I was above and beyond the clouds,  
Soaring deeply with every one of my though,
Higher and higher I rose, 
Reaching loftiness’ I have never once felt. 
I was a bird in flight! 
Stunning with privilege I had brought.
Feeling myself from deep within!
Standing there that night, 
The radiance beamed all around me so I took this in.
And lo and behold, there I went again.
I could feel myself while locked deep with my thoughts.
I was absorbed inside by everything surrounding me.
I felt the depth that my eyes could never ever once see.
Loosing all truth of myself, every sensation my soul had caught.
Further and further I rose, reaching capacities I had never felt.
I’m a feather in the air, 
Gathering sensations inside of myself.
I lay there that night, mind, body, and soul with me.
I was calm with the breeze, 
Inside of myself,
Feeling myself!
And once again I was a bird in flight soaring so high and much too free.
I was locked sound with my deepest thoughts.
More and more I rose and impact for impact I felt.
Feathers of a bird in flight and one of me I have surely got.
Ever since that night, many, many things have come to me.
One by one, gathered by the sensations carried all over me.
Touching inside of myself, again, again, and again!
Higher and higher I climb to reach the very tipsy top.
Gathering it all, I am more of me when more of me can be felt.
I am the breeze in the air touching the many feathers these birds have brought.
Many feathers just from sitting here, but each the soar of the wind has surely caught.
I’m a bird in flight gathering all that is real or not and all that is captured in of my-self.
I am surely the feather that fell from the very top, 
Because I am now what then I surely was not!
I am simply that feather in the air falling loose and free inside of myself.

®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich


Details | Quatrain | |

SHADOWS

Shadows, shadows, big or small, I see them all around
Kissed by the morning sun, they come out all over the ground
We seek shade in some of these shadows from rain and sun
Clouds make them disappear; they come out with the sun

These clouds are reflections, dark, they stand still, walk or run
They grow longer and deeper, the sun moves down the sky
Aiming to reach the evening sun, these shadows merge in darkness
Blessed by the sun, they lived long or short, their day is over

Come another day, new shadows spring with joy in all directions
Taken for granted these shadows, I find in them our reflections
Blessed by the God like the rising sun, we live to see our day
At our evenings, God takes us with Him; some other sees a new day


Details | Sonnet | |

Nocturnal daydream

last stroll of the day with my dogs
clear white moonlight brightens my clogs
nocturnal sun finds a place of rest
my dog wearing a moonlight-vest

four-legged moon carrier stands 
frozen without spoken commands
unchained in a twinkle of an eye
by the sound of wings passing by 

spanning souls for the nearby moon
tonight's noisy silences croon 
clearly lit with silver, black and white
moon light's serenade is so bright

intense reflections of moonlight's fall
shortest movies on memories wall 

2/19/2013 






Details | Sonnet | |

Sweet Inspiration

As if the words beg to float from my throat, But only spill with the ink of my pen; Only with nature's embrace and sweet coat Do I feel truth form in words and begin. Solitary confinement- I'll find peace; Only within, I can feel the soft hum . . With each stroke, and spill, a gentle release To nature's sweet music, pluck, and soft strum. Nature shall comfort, wherever I go; No matter the warm breeze, or the cold bite. . Caressed by nature, rocking to and fro' While I admire each beautiful sight. So now that no one's here to inspire love, I'll find it around, within, and above.


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Starlight

Many days are long forgotten,
like ripples in a stream;
they move slowly outwards 
but then disappear almost 
instantly leaving no trace.
Each day ends the same; the sun rises
and sets, like a sudden light being
switched off.
The sun has gone somewhere else,
gracefully shining its rays of light that
awakes all life, but in other parts
darkness has fallen.
Still light persists even in this
land of darkness, it covers the
dark veil in bright spots, creating
a polka-dot pattern; the stars and
moon have come out.
They bathe the land in dim light
creating a gentle sense of being
held in motherly arms; loneliness 
cannot take hold of any soul that
breathes.
Many peer at the sky
but wonder is always spoilt by
logic and reality; nonsense is thus
trapped within, along with 
childhood imagination.
Starlight, one of the wonders
of creation that beholds many
secrets that remain tightly
grasped by the hands of nature.


Details | Sonnet | |

I Frame

I Frame 

As sure as I stand in the mixed of this garden, 
Glimmering gold falls to the earth by my call. 
Many are great and then some are a bit small. 
I release magnets clutching an obscene pardon. 

It is like balancing a beam that only I will harden. 
I wrap myself into a silver plated resilient shawl. 
Person place and time steadily climb up to maul. 
It’s a give or take rejection expected to turn on. 

One day ye shall see, 
My Moon half drawn, 
Ye see it was all of me. 
Your Sun will be gone. 

Only one Star shall rise up above my name. 
It’s a special place inside my heart I frame! 

®Registered: Ann Rich 2007 



Details | I do not know? | |

The perfect THUNDER STORM

As the sky breaks, I see u, and darkness passes bye....
Rumbling from the thunder sends chills down my spine, 
forcing my lips to part with a sigh...
I smelt u then felt u aching in my bones, 
Before the clouds even began to cry...
Like a force of nature u move through my world,
Uncontrollable to me and like the weather man I strive to know why...
U come and go as u please,sometimes splashing momentarily,
Awaiting your fall from sky.....
The wait can seem unbearable but without it,s touch I would die..
But through the night the tapping on my window says I'm here come outside...
The Feel of passion in every drop makes the lightening flash,as the rain slowly subside...
Leaving me replenished watching as your departure makes me rainbows in the 
sky...
Love making is like a perfect"THUNDER STORM" made between U n I....


Details | I do not know? | |

Blue Rose

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Couplet | |

Remember Spring

When the snow begins to fall and its chilled outside
Our spirits begin to fade like a misty tide

It's hard to keep our head and chests up high
We want to lay in beds and do naught but cry

But we should remember what comes after the snow
The sprouting hope of the rose petals show

That happiness can be found inside a soul so cold
One that has found that it feels way too old

So smile today, and smile tomorrow
On memories of spring, we borrow


Details | Personification | |

Luna, My Love


Dear Luna, where have you been?
I dreamed a thousand times of your pale beauty.
Now, you return with stars upon your cape,
Flaunting your mysterious ways before me.

I'm mad in love with you, dear Luna,
The most beautiful of all the evening ladies,
That entices broken souls such as I.
Take my hand to walk with me through life.

No? So, I hear you say as you withdraw,
Pulling clouds about you to hide your face.
My path the darker now without your love,
There's no solace for me at your rebuff. 

A whisper plays softly across a gentle breeze,
“I will not change my ways, though I favor you the most,
I am a wanton lady on my trek, following the sky.”
Then, she glanced my way again, and winked into the night.


Details | Rhyme | |

A mermaid for a day

A Mermaid for a day

A mermaid I would like to be
Swimming in the deep blue sea
Taking in the many wonders
That were made for you and me.

Tiny fish swim in and out
Of shells there lying all about
Protecting them from predators
To keep them free from fear and doubt.

Then to join in my delight
Might come a vision sweet and bright
A merman joins our little throng
To make my heart just fill with song

So then the sweet Merman and I
With bright glow filling both our eyes
So happily we two entwine
As he did swear that he’d be mine.






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 | I do not know? | |

The Haunted Forest

Climbing, clawing, teeth grinding, gnawing
bitter seething while breathing rotten air

The path hair raising, amazing and a bit dazing
trees shaking and quaking as if making a dare

Leaves crunching and bunching underneath each footstep
I'm creeping with each move to sneak out of there!

Wind swirling and hurling particles of debris
it keeps howling, scooping and swooping as I head toward my lair

Sudden silence emerges.  There arises a calm at the end of the thicket.
It's Wonderful and inviting with silent moonbeams glow as I stare.





Details | Blank verse | |

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 | Rhyme | |

The Defiant Tree

Oh, natures tree, how are you blooming, When Winter is arriving so coldly? With colors so vibrant, how do you reflect the dimming light, so boldly? Were you confused by the sun that rises too early, or conflicted by the manipulation Of season? Or defiant, to natures authority, and just decided to create Your own reason? Buds blooming, with a brilliant color. . Branches Reaching to skies with absent sun rays; Surrounded by browning and wilting Life; Yet your brilliance, Your beauty, and Loveliness stays? Oh, Valiant tree, why bloom now? When all that's Left here is the rain? Darkly tinted shades Of grey, Dying life Laid at your roots. . And yet, you're blooming All the same. Your golden hints of Sunshine Though clouds fill The sky . . Your branches' room For lovely birds, And yet, they all have Passed you by? And still you bloom, Defiantly. Growing with nothing But self desire, Detesting before, As natures core, But my soul Will forever admire


Details | Haiku | |

God's Light Shines (for Raul's contest)

Through the trees rays shine
God's light glistens from heaven
Smiling down on us.


Details | Blank verse | |

Dancing In The Night Sky

Dance thru the moonlight rays with me,
Dance above the clouds round the moon.
Dance through the night’s passing hours,
Dance beneath stars cosmically singing.

Dance thru the dusk’s glow with me,
Dance above the city lights on the Earth.
Dance through this world’s passing horizon.
Dance beneath stars brightly shining.

Dance thru the moonlight beams with me,
Dance above the clouds concealing the sky.
Dance through the night’s monotone colours.
Dance beneath stars silently twinkling.


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Free verse | |

THE CATHEDRAL OF STONE

Within the cold gray stone,
It lives a spiritual humming,
A strumming rhythm of natures
Raw essence.
Breathing rock inhaling, exhaling
As the earthen elemental surrounding
Conscious thought.
Knowledge’s smoothed edges, leave
Reasons rough coarseness exposed.
Humanities deaf ear, hears only, 
The hollowing of the four winds,
Shutting out enlightenment's truth.
Natures dream weaver touches 
Heaven,
With her softest silken finger tips,
And gods canvas falls unto earth.
 Behold a tapestry deepest blue,
Lit by universal stars.
In the stone circle,
Mankind lifts innocence vial,
Revealing ignorance blindness
Of sight.
And feels humiliation smallness.
It's singular aloneness, individuality,
Quest for immortality exists,
On baron grounds frosted soil.
In stillness silence, behold the
Ring of fire.
Lighting divine spirits to flame, 
Flickering embers alight igniting
Destiny's spark.
Intellect, intelligence a rebirthing
From deaths black darkness.
Within the cold gray stone,
It lives a spiritual humming.
A strumming rhythm of 
Natures raw essence.
Breathing rock, inhaling,
Exhaling.
As the earthen element’s
Surrounding conscious thought.
A cathedral of stone, 
With one disciple
Left in prayers knelling position.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Blank verse | |

night

                          

                a full October moon
                twinkles silver stars 
                through an old corn field 
              passing spirits unseen yet felt

               Mice scatter through the maze 
              an oak scented fire fills the breeze
               apple cider held with a lovers warmth
               the magical misty lustful night


Details | Free verse | |

SINKING SANDS

Your cries, You crawl
Light feets set to fly high
Solid feels the sands beneath
All we do, play and wish

Wish unveiled with passing skies,
Not as a twinkling tale
Your soles are down
Heavy are steps taken
Ups and downs,
Fore feels straight and deep
All we do, pray and strive

Striving for the wind
More gasps, more joy
Knee-deep in this sands
Praying not to drown
Your struggles sinks fast
All we do, more wind

Wind for air
Life's breath you take
A thousand sand-bites in eyes
Pitch black, I am down
In sinking sands
All we do, live to die

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


Details | Rhyme | |

What Sound Does A Wolf Make

They hunt in packs,
They hunt to survive,
They roam the earth,
To stay alive.
They take down their prey,
The bones begin to break,
But what sound does a wolf make?
When night falls in,
The moon is full,
They make their call,
A roaring stampede as if from a bull.
They take down their prey,
The bones begin to break,
But what sound does a wolf make?
A simple howl,
Is their trumpet call,
To others its more than that,
Hunting in packs they rise to fall.
They take down their prey,
The bones begin break,
But what sound does a wolf make?


Details | Couplet | |

Frozen Fingers

Frozen fingers reaching down
Silvery tips pointed toward the ground

No matter it long or short
Breath of air determines its unjointed contort

Grabbing the Sun’s light of day
Glowing and gleaming with each flickering ray

More than five fingers on its icy hand
The reach of each extended by cold wet sand

Tapping sound of drip, drip, drip
Wiggling goodbye, while releasing a tired grip


By: Richard J. Long 
February 2014


Details | Ballad | |

A KINGS' LIBRARY

One cannot leave the books.. 
The precious books.. 
Not to be lost in the mists of magic 
For, a book unopened... 
Is a heart with no love 

Castle Heartstones' library, 
was taken aboard 
Before Tapestry 
Before Sword 

Enchanted things happen, 
in a Kings' Library 
For, books are alive 
A book will find you 

The books travelled through corridors 
For, books must find their way to you 
From a Kings' Library, 
to your heart 
For, words have more than one meaning too 

Books of the seasons 
Such colour glowing, 
amongst the pages 
Queens' pride showing 

Books of stars 
and sunbright 
Above all 
The book of The Wise Ways 
In a Kings' Library 
for all to see 


Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | ABC | |

A Snow down



A beauty comes down empowering frosted ground, harvesting ice jubilees. Kittens lick mother's nose of pretty, quaint, recumbant snow. Tongue-tied urchins visit white Xmas yews zeniths.


Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Inspiration: Yassie


Details | Tanka | |

Hush Now { Tanka X Three }

<     falls bright foliage
reflects own mirrored images 
       off motionless lake
clusters of billowing white
filter from chimmeny's home stacks

                                                                                                                                      
red gold brown and green
illuminating snapshots
etched in minds own eye
transferred to painting canvass
under moon's and stars dance theme



the winds of gallows
taunt not the sleeping forest
with your shivery 
hush hush this one silent night
don't wake the sleeping giant 



Entry For 
Amy Green's
Enchantment Of Fall's
Tanka A Moment
G.L. All


Details | Sapphic stanza | |

Sapphic Stanza About Horses

Horses, horses, horses stay on the island Wildlife plays at Cumberland Island come join Cumberland Island
In honor of Craig Cornish Contest: Guzzically Inspired


Details | Verse | |

The Wondering Blue Lake

The mountain wants to touch the sky, the sky also longs for its touch, together they come down and lie in crystal lake with pleasure much; surprised blue lake now just speechless wondering where to see its own face! © kash poet ================================= Placement:7th; (October 2011) Contest:Another Nature Verse Sponsor:John Freeman


Details | Haiku | |

Driftwood memories

Driftwood memories
cerulean shoreline fades
ebony night dawns


Details | Couplet | |

Dismantled

Round heels of crumpets,
aromatic lavender jam.
Poached eggs in a skillet,
succulent portions of ham.
An awakening stretch had heralded
a yawn mouthed long and loud.
While rain fell down in splatters
from the dark pewter clouds. 

Dated Macintosh slicker,
hoary exhausted gum boots.
Tenacious steps into nature
in search of family and roots.
The fallacies of the wind
twists hair into long plaits.
Across wide fields of enchantment
new journeys await.


Details | Free verse | |

The Bird Is The Word

<                   encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars

                     amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron
                     toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews
                     colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond
                     butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues
                     snaphots taken afar this is all I could do

                     catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~  thunder
                     pheasants fly off in frenzy
                     braided and despaired
                     yet forges right on ahead
                     they live see another day

                     night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl
                     bidding feathered friends well ado's


A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English }
Tanka & Crystalline For
Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest
Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011  



                 
                     
                     
                               

                     

                     


Details | Couplet | |

Goodnight Moon

<                                              Goodnight moon
                                    Only God knows if I'll see you soon


                                    As I stand under this canopy of stars 
                                    It looks as if you're riddled with scars


                                      From your illuminating harvest glows
                                   To those frosted faces from a winters toll


                                          You even play your peek a boo
                                          With clouds that shuffle by you



                                            Don't you know I love you so
                                         So please stay and don't you let go


                                               You're my guiding light
                                       My shining armor through-out the night



                                    The crickets are even playing our love song
                                             So let's dance all night long



                                         For I know the sun will be rising soon
                              And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune


                                             Well    goodnight moon 
                                          You've slipped away all to soon


                                                    It's been fun
                                        Dam ! now here comes the sun




Entry For
Deb Guzzi's 
Harvest Moon Contest
G.L. All



                                      


                                         



                                        


                                         


                                        

                                      
                                    


                                   


                                  
                     


                                        



Details | Free verse | |

A Moment Before Dying.

See the mountains all afire
Flaming Appalachians 
‘Neath the pastel of October sun
Treetops all alight

Waves of carmine flame
Swaying in soft dance steps
Amidst saffron highlights
Muted in glowing orange bittersweet

The slow falling flares
Of autumns sweet inferno
Strewing about the mountainside
A blanket of dry and weary sighing

In softly murmured prayer I wonder
Through the birthing rains of spring
And the unquenchable thirst of summer
Despite it all why is it most beautiful

…A moment before dying?


Details | Free verse | |

Chicken

<                                          No Guts !

                                            No Glory !

                                      C  H  I  C  K  E  N !!!



My Unique Line By   K.S.

Chicken   


I Will Try Anything Once
Esp When Comes To 
Daredevil Adventures

Skydiving
Skiing
Hot Air Balloon


Entry For P.D. Contest
The Most Impressive Line


Details | Free verse | |

Lunania

Land of wave-like verse
churning love into a 
gum-like consistency
tasting of nicotine and nectar. 
Steeped in tears and magic
Metaphor for silver or nubility
immortality and abundance
Hiding your yawning emptiness
Behind ballads and psychosis
Airless craters turn to 
allegories for love
consumed or unrequited
Lost or gained suddenly
like a surprised sliver of a plum
inside a boarding house Sunday cake 
And a certain cliché for
timeless allure.


Details | Sonnet | |

Mister Nibbles Ameri-Sonnet

<                      amidst grass carpet he plays
                        long ears bushy tail white paws
                        nibbles bulbs munches away
                        poor little thing had some flaws


                         hides hair braided and despaired
                         didn't stop this little guy
                         thought to self this wasn't fair
                         bowed head and started to cry


                         nectar is what he had sought
                         on this hopeful days journey
                         not to be trapped or be caught
                         or carted off on gurney



                         Mister Nibbles came to play
                         In garden's bedding today


Details | Lyric | |

Understanding Of The End

The time is upon us, yea it is at hand, Things are not what they seem
Im not sure that i really understand
What do you want from me, Is it me?
What do i do, Do I need to take your hand?
Who are these adversaries and What is their plans?,
Am I an instrument, for the ultimate end
Or is it another lesson to be learned, That alone, I can not stand.
What do my dreams mean, are they signs from you?
Are they prophecy, are they the glue
to the pieces of my life, that lead me to you?


Details | Rhyme | |

Rowdy Racecar

ZOOOOOOOMING speedily…
Tires squeaking from exhaust… high in volume 
Racecar spews out smoke…
Blinding the eyes of a thousand fans

Blooming havoc…
Explosions avalanche downwards 
Racecar drives fast and furiously 
Awesome feelings launch through me
Projecting panic and twisted bliss  

Catching the audience’s full attention…
Tension between challengers increase
Who could stand in their way… not even the coaches
Racecar screeches on the racing street…
Ain’t this competition neat? Come! Take a seat!
This event is brilliant – it’s such a treat!

Producing thrill or disappointment…
Car organs, fragments, shards, remains, limbs, veins 
Spurts out in flames… flying at every possible direction 
Countless racecars… barely functions – this scene is extremely horrendous!

Yet, the victories are gracious!
Vibrant applauses and thanksgiving triggers enlightening cheer
Have no fear!!! 
The moment is ever so precious!

Racecar…you make so much racket and suspense!
Rowdiness is in your nature…who will pay the expense??


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas delights!

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder 
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning 
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape

Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly 
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf 
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle


Details | Burlesque | |

Me and The tree

I look at this tree-
which quite frankly reminds me of me.
Strong, firm, flows so beautifully.

My moods are like the leaves-
forever changing so colorfully. 
At times my hearts feels  like, after the coldest winter for a tree .
and it takes timefor me to rebuild my beauty.
It can flow as gently as the leaves...
during a strong summer's breeze.

With the nuturing care of God's hands and his air,
I survive with all the obstacles God gives...
I'm strong and firm, my skins like bark it relives.
But... their is one thing that is different;
between me and tree.
and that's the tree is guaranteed to out live me.  


Details | Haiku | |

Planting a Tree

What can a man do

To plant a seed in the ground

So strong a tree grows


Details | Rhyme | |

Rainbow


Dark clouds filtering sun rays
Amongst their gray dull fluff
Waiting for an end to come
Ever lasting journey of the sun
Relaxed we take in the show
Of a vibrant elusive rainbow


Details | I do not know? | |

Season In Reflection

Chase not what was autumn time,
Its vibrant colors that had once adorned.
Now fades away as the winter mourns.
But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.

Across valley deep over moors and hill,
The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.
Through nook and cranny and frame of door,
With breath of ice like steel.

Ice maid for you enchant us so,
As you lay your cloak of winter down.
Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns,
Vestige remnants of the year now go.

© N Windle 2009


Details | Epigram | |

Florida Oranges

Groves,
parallel patterned rows
(hardly higher than bushes),
dot and stretch up the hillsides,
looking, from a distance,
much like cornrows
on the tight tan scalps
of hip young New York
subway riders.
Luscious fruit,
at closer range,
embodies setting suns
boldly drawn in crayon.
Object encases essence,
names its own color.


Details | Haiku | |

LOVE - HAIKU

Love is as love does Peace begets peace; happy day Unconditional


Details | Free verse | |

Wedding Night Bliss

With a sleepy smile she whispered
“I said I do today”
Spoken words with heart and mind
Lust and desire made clear
“Boy, how you grind my gears
and still arouse such wantom awakening
to parts of my body previously only stirred…”
My mind turns to the number of times
we have all but made love with our clothes on
Innocently touching, holding, wanting
Preserving something so very special
ready for the day that I can take you
Knowing you are my bride, belong to me,
are part of me, for now we are one
Together every breath, movement, thought
melds together in heated entangled embrace
My hands search for the warmth of your touch
the silky softness of your satin smooth skin
Item by item crumpled garments fold to floor
as I slowly admire your naked womanly form
for first time 
watching waiting wondering
yet knowing you are as ready as I as you smile
I scoop you into my arms,
lie you on our bed
Slowly we make our way into Paradise,
lost to ourselves
Found in our desires for one another
Destination – satisfaction
We arrive as husband and wife


Details | Quatrain | |

Golden Rods Of Light

Long slender fingers golden rods of light Reach for flowering foliage thirsting in His sight Nature provides the nurture A constant supply of balance upon dawns newly designed future Her fingers playfully hop across crested aqua waves Toward apricot sands that reside along our shores unscathed Trumpet vines cling to a stony ledge Gracing the walls of a sandy path that leads to the water's edge Carole Cookie Arnold


Details | Free verse | |

Water

Out of the vastness of void
God called water into being
And as the first rain drop formed 
Suspended before her Master’s eyes
Arrested by the sight of his brilliance 
She captured a portion of spirit most divine!
His beauty, glorious and incredible
Found her delirious with joy!
And a midst the vacuous silence, 
Her eternal song arose
Echoing throughout the deep
Came a solitary sigh of ecstasy; ascending 
Reaching a thunderous roar… 
She'd ride the four winds forever!
~*~
 



Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea


Details | Free verse | |

STONE HEDGE

Hear across my native soil,
The calling, 
Echoes ancient voices,
Raised in prayers ritual.
A forgotten people, leaving,
Their mark upon histories
Legacy.
Mysteries great questioning,
Lain outward for generations,
To wonder why?
Beneath the heavens vastness,
Behold gray monoliths reaching,
Upward.
In the circle of life and death,
As a continuing sphere ever,
Winding within it's self.
A seasonal calendar timed by,
Natures rhythm.
An inner heartbeat, pulsating,
From the earths core.  
Springs awakening warming
Breath,
Or winters chilling hand of death.
To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest,
The tools of trade.
The beasts of burden are released
From heavy yokes harness.
Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice,
Lain upon the sacred altars fire.
Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff,
Praying for enlightenment’s spiritual guidance. 
Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant.
Asking for natures bounty,
A good years passing and 
Healings curing power. 
An ancient religion seeking,
Answers to humanities quest to know.
Lost to times relentless pass,
Our ancestral heritage is remembered,
I'm myths and legends,
Mystical circle of stone,
Known as Stone Hedge.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN














Details | Free verse | |

Dreaming In The Shades Of A Purple Sun

The cool breeze carries with it
The distant songs of blackberry winter.
Slowly seeping through your mind's barrier,
The verdurous artist's lush designs...
Come to life.

The everlasting evergreens are forevermore evolving.

In your mind, where the sky is always pink,
And the sun is purple, the dreams have never found
An easier road to travel.
On Spring's honey stairway, they fly.
The shadows, blue. Blue.

Silver apples. Silver apples.
Falling from the cherry sky.
Falling to the ground,
And sprouting orange flowers.


Nightfall comes swiftly though,
And oh! How prosaic this image is rendered,
In the light of a moon that colors the world

In black and white.


Details | Rhyme | |

First Love

In the instant of a second, I just always knew.
A flickering flame I caught in the eye of you.
 
A feather in the wind and on my last breath,
A deeper breeze of Sunsets at night’s death,
 
A Star beams on the Moon and lights up the sky.
I am in a wonderland amazed at just how high.
 
Lo and behold, it comes to me at the end.
My first love left me His message to send.
 
Look up and you shall see me at night,
Look down and I am out truly of sight.
 
Hold on to the very end for I am near,
It’s my voice in your heart you’ll hear.
 
Take one breath or even two,
I am the one always with you!
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Upon a Bed of Petals

Upon a bed of petals I rest my weary head.
A pillow made of fragrant flowers, soft and sweetly shed. 
I came upon this lovely site on just the perfect day.
When I was filled with sorrow and life had turned to gray.

A chance to gaze up at the sky and rest for just a while.
This most delightful scent has given reason for a smile.
And as I watch the puffy clouds all slowly move in sync.
My worries seem to drift away as they appear to shrink.

I’ll lie upon this perfumed bed until the soft winds blow.
And carry these soft petals on its wings from down below.
Until that time I’ll linger in aromatic bliss.
Bestowed so very gently by nature’s gentle kiss.
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Moving On

Goodbye sweet friend it's time to go,
Don't act as if you did not know.
Now is the chance for me to show,
You have become my greatest foe
I'm leaving you at dawn.
Remember when we used to be
Like peas in a pod, you and me?
Now all I want is to be free
It's time I'm moving on.

The sun awoke to bless my sky,
Wind has given me wings to fly,
I'm feeling so free, I cannot lie
Turning I whisper one last goodbye,
As I'm leaving you at dawn.
Today has become my greatest test...
Find a field where my seed shall rest
Till when next year I'm a Dandelion pest.
That's why I'm moving on.

09.08. 2014
Written for Anthony Slausen’s Contest Moving On


Details | Rhyme | |

TEARDROP BLOOD

as we face the end of the music,
faced with mistaken thrills.
as teh agenda of a destiny unfolds;
better left to be untold,
about the aftermath trauma,
livelihood in the hood drama.
situations that are just not scenery;
sweat of blood with every tear,
packs a punch with every tear,
full of weariness,
not to mention teardrop mixed with blood.
not even novacane can stop the hurt of the clot;
missing the thrill of the aftermath showdown,
missing pieces of morality not shown.
like beating down the edge of a clef note,
rare but possible to do.
unworthy throw down faced with a mistake,
with unknown meaning of teardrop blood is at's stake.
unfulfilled unworthy desire pass you by,
self eanial worthy,


Details | Free verse | |

My Handsome King

My Handsome King
Your royal palms gently wave
 at me each time I see you,
I have to blush 
each time they do.
 
Your sugar white beaches moan
 for my feet to greet 
them each time we meet.
My feet move to the beat 
of salsa when they
 remember you.
 
Your gentle breezes caress my 
hour glass hips each
 time I run to you.
They rock me like a baby
 when I sail over 
your bright 
blue waters.
 
Your bright moonbeams create 
a halo around my head 
as I shake my long golden
 hair to say hello to you. 
They dance around like a drunken
 gypsy with the sparkly stars
 up above as I take my
 midnight stroll with you.
 
Your regal art deco
 buildings of pastel
stand at attention, 
every time I dream 
of your streets of gold.

Your sun's rays of warm
 glory tickle my 
bare breasts gently 
as I rest my body on the
 safety of your 
heavenly sands.
 
I humbly bow my 
head to you with honor,
for your sweet 
whispers of hospitality
have overtaken me, 
my Majestic King
 of the South Beaches. 
Miami, you are my 
handsome, winter friend.


Details | Haiku | |

Caterpillar's Gait

Caterpillar's gait
So unsteady and unsure
Much like my MS.


Details | Haiku | |

Room for growth

Cultivated land
Cherished seeds scattered - roots - grows
Ample harvest reaped


Details | Acrostic | |

Autumn

<                            Aerial excursion ride
                              Using buoyant enforcment to go way up high
                              To capture natures dance with an naked eye
                              Understanding winters brushstroke is so close by
                              Making it difficult to chose one that makes me sigh
                              Naughty or nice  I'll just give thanks to Heavens Big Guy



Written By
Katherine Stella 9/2/2012

Entry For Francine Roberts
Autumn Acrostic Contest 
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

Centipede's Feet

Looking back to see
Reflections that are beyond me
Centipede’s feet lined up so neat

Some are oval and some are square
One then the other, or a pair
Will they move or do they dare?

Black, white, yellow, red, brown and blue
Each one’s color bold and true
No matter, they don’t wear a shoe

Motionless the feet do not move
The color red holding them like glue
An animal in a cage at a zoo

Finally on the cue of green
The centipede’s feet slowly begin to careen
Gleefully, gliding to their daily scene


September 2013
By: Richard Long


Details | Free verse | |

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

 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 


Details | I do not know? | |

Just Magic

With a sleight of hand and a sparkle of light,
Our magic effortlessly evades every mortal’s site.
Incantations and chanting tongue incessantly flowing
Most are absolutely bewitched without ever knowing.

Sentiments of excitement weakness, and even awe.
Wonderment befalls all gape with an open jaw.
Tapping the wand and gesturing a hand about,
Mind-boggling flashes gazillions of colors throughout.

Suddenly, the juncture clear a single silhouette stands.
Romantically he gestures unhurriedly opening his hands.
Divine messenger’s murmur deafening thunder roars. 
One finale undulation swift release uncovered it soars.

Floating star ward for each to witness and praise.
Creators’ creation it has only taken seven days.
Motionless yet descending now completely fulfilled.
Creator accomplished shroud away life begins thrilled. 


Details | Sonnet | |

My Super Sonnet

April 28, 2010

My Super Sonnet

Multiple overwhelming thoughts trample upon me in a wild way.
Stunned as well as in awe I am compelled to rise upon my own.
So then I thought no possible way, I will have to be overthrown.
Yes, I definitely have to be thrillistically creative every single day.
Now I am living it and now I know excellence so longer I stay.
Yeah, I do have it going on and got it all nailed to a white stone.
You see, now it is on! I’m sizzling hot up on my game full-blown.
Yes, yes, yes, we are on some kind of fire would you like to play?

I am going to think about you on this full moon.
Maybe you have dug yourself into a cozy grave.
Maybe you like the way I situate myself so soon.
Maybe its resistible greed or I’m just that brave!
Look! I’m feeling you out bringing you my super sonnet, a tat for tit.
Indeed! I’m your full spread of Par-Kay or Blue Bonnet, I’m up on it!



® Registered: Ann Rich 2010


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Ballad | |

Zanaku, grey wolf.

He walks at night,
It sleeps by day,
Basking in the moonlight,
Or so they say,
With the form of a wolf,
And the soul of a man,
With a tale that can move,
And a mind that can plan,
With a coat of gray hair,
And eyes always crying,
People seem to care,
People are always lying,
He howls at the moon,
So desolate and sad,
Good times go too soon,
As did all that he had,
Living in the woods,
So far from redemption,
Plagued by dark thoughts,
Too many to mention,
The gray wolf walks alone,
Carrying his past,
All that he called his own,
Found it hard to last,
Staring at the clouds,
And standing in their rain,
Find no relief from his constant pain,
Such a doleful look,
Calls on the heart to bleed,
Life gave and then it took,
All that he came to need,
So he rises to go,
Lonely, though no one cares,
As if they didn't know,
Lone wolves don't come in pairs.


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 | Free verse | |

My Heartland

Days light the way
Darkness is not your friend
Sun will bring life again
Winter stack you away

Many a thought born
Between fjords and steep mountains
Sparkling clear summerdays
Mother Nature..dancing in her innocence

From dawn of time
She has given us days of joy
The light beams up a frozen mind
Come with me,you summerday

Vibrating auroral light extinguishes
Replaced with long summer nights
Sooth landscape..but viable
Come spring..come life..Im here waiting


A.Ertsland
February 25th-2012


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 | Romanticism | |

Reflections in the Firelight

The wood is piled
my emotions riled
Sweet expectations
settle in my soul

Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
sudden conclusions
fill in the hole

of my heart.

The fire started in the pit
warming ourselves 
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe

Take your time,
Love
The perfect man
does exist.

rlm '09


Details | Tetractys | |

A White Canvas Awaits

Poet ~ Rick Parise _______________ Woes falling mirth within peaceful drowning a place I search for time and time again If only to pry each word from my mind a poetic masterpiece in grace shine ________________ Contest ~ "Where Your Poetry Comes From"


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.


Details | Verse | |

The Poet

...of molten steel laden with burning desire                        
he braids each facet with words forged of spirit and soul
each joined within a single strand... 


___________________

Triplet

A Brian Strand Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

The Season Of Rosemary

The last rose of summer gone
Air soon will be chilled_dry
Good climate for all outside play
Rosemary only scent that stayed

Gather a few green bundles
Put on the range_ steep for her
The essence of warmth of summer
When that rose kiss occured


Details | Haiku | |

Bear With Me

a beast of nature
protective mysterious -
and yet beautiful


Details | Lanterne | |

Wind Song

 <                                              wind
                                               howling
                                             treed forest
                                             echoes linger
                                                 songs


                                                 dance
                                               one two
                                           three and four
                                           to me it's plain
                                                square





Written By Katherine Stella 9/5/11
Entry For Nette Onclaud's
Turn On The Lanterne
G.L. All
                                      
     
 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The First Fable of CharlaX

 The First Fable of CharlaX 
The First Fable of CharlaX 
 
A Falcon Cry 
 
 
The Falcon Cries: 
 He spreads his wings in vain attempts to dry 
He tells me once in a whistle WHY? 
Why cannot we fly? When will the rain let up and let me in the air? 
When will the water stop to drop on feathers so wet there? 
The Falcon Cries: 
A mournful sound so loud in quiet of early morn 
His claws dug deeper in the branch to keep from being torn 
Away from perching in the storm 
His sharpened beak at work to smooth his feathers 
He was using extra care no longer talking just to me his only whistle 
Told me many things 

The Falcon Cries: 
We disagreed with all the rain both the Falcon and the eye. 
Why can't we fly? 
Eye could clasp the bird to bosom and dry his feathers there 
A bird so wild and wonderful so hurt 
With all my tears for the Falcon Cry. 


Details | Verse | |

Fireflies And Stars' Twinkle

Fireflies earth's closest star twinkle Twinkle stars galaxies away Away heat cool off rain sprinkle Sprinkle moisture then cool stay Stay fireflies_stars summer's magic Magic of warm early night's display Display at eve hypnogogic Hypnogogic time underway Underway night great twilight time Time of magic wonder sprinkle Sprinkle starlight stardust night's rhyme Rhyme's song _ fireflies and star's twinkle >
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Contest: Wreath On The Flavor of Dusk Written by: Sara Kendrick August 15, 2012


Details | Haiku | |

The Icy Cascade

Smooth and quite tranquil
Cascading over the rocks
Ice crystals glisten


Details | Free verse | |

Dreamer

I’m a happy dreamer
-I am that cocooned butterfly
In a shell of fragile webs
That dreams of flying, a splitting of the cage
Oblivious to the outside 
Where stretches a spider’s net
Neatly waiting
Oblivious to my dreams
-Oh, happy dreams.
 


Details | Rhyme royal | |

The Wisdom of Angels

Do unto others, as you would have done. Listen for guidance, while up comes the sun. Quietly, softly as you sit and pray, you’ll feel in your heart, they have plans for your day. Bask in the goodness their presence imposes; just listen for signs, until the day closes. Savor the people, the places and things, and all of God’s creatures, whatever He brings. For unto your path that you walk, you’ll soon see, God’s message unfolding for what you’re to be. If you feel a slight tug, just follow their guide. Your actions of goodness will come from inside. The wisdom of Angels is here in our lives. They’re constantly working to relieve our strife. Soft and furious the candlewick dances. Our lives are filled with second chances. Believe that Angels are caring for you, especially when you’re feeling blue. Whatever your worries, whatever your fright, just meditate lovingly, on the candles dancing light. Then let your eyes wander to God’s beauty outside; and know that your Angels will be your guide. Ask them to stay with you throughout your day, when you are working and even at play. Moments of silence renews our souls! Carry this goodness and watch what unfolds. We all are so busy, but if we take time, we’ll come to the place where we’ll feel sublime. Breathe it, allow it, feel it, dream it, know in your heart and then you will see it. The wisdom of Angels is a present from God. He sends them to you with a wink and a nod. It’s a playful and kind and loving thing, to be touched by an Angel, will make your heart sing! B E L I E V E !!!!! Michelle D. ©4/28/2011


Details | Haiku | |

Vengence Is Mine

Rotten tomato
Vine sabataged by turtle.   
Turtle soup for lunch!   


Details | Rhyme | |

The Guiding Gleam

Within the heart where vibrant waves
Rise and fall to ocean’s test
Many ships through reflected light
Steadily steer till they are blessed....

Ashore their stands a bright light house
like a mountain looming tall
and guides the ships if they are right
or are drifting away at all...

When lost between misleading waves
they try to steer the righteous way
 the golden glow then rescues them
as tides change with glistening spray....

When these waves rest in peace
as each ship swiftly sails the sea
with all its might, the gleam of light
haloes the heart's true destiny...


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Winter's Blanket

Each big white flake gently falls 'pon
Earth's waiting breast silently doth caress
In love and sweetly kiss; each other lean on
Slowly the touch of big flakes coalesce
To form a winter blanket for morn's dress 

Written by: Sara Kendrick
On this 24 day of November 2012
Contest: Winter's Blanket
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle


Details | Free verse | |

The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Imagism | |

Tranquility

Oh the tranquility
Birds singing out
Flittering around
Happiness can be heard
In each caw

Oh the tranquility
Sand warming my feet
Shifting underneath
Spirit can be felt
In each grain

Oh the tranquility 
Waves crashing down
Splashing all
Old life can be seen
In each bubble

Oh the tranquility
My heart beating 
In rhythm
History can be sensed
In each beat

Oh the tranquility
The scenery overwhelming
Breath taking is the view
Souls at ease
In each essence of the sea


Details | Haiku | |

The Albino(HAIKU)

A horse of pure white,
Wild as a November storm,
Running with the wind.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Dragonfly

Fairy tales glide on dragonfly wings, 
skimming across the bubbling streams, 
growing to a new world to bloom
castles and queens, 
princes too.
Shimmering dew sprays faintly on its back,
causing the tale to mirror itself. 
It lands on a young one's head
and dreams skitter about in the innocent mind. 
The dragonfly lifts into the wind; 
there is yet another flight 
as the fairy tale continues to emerge in the sky, 
unsuspectingly to the modest dragonfly.


Details | Verse | |

Winter Begone

Old man winter hear my plea.
Your ice cold breath chills me so.
Oh, how my blood runs ice cold.
My fingers and toes are never warm.

A story, a legend or a myth,
Shadow or not - winter begone.

Ok, technically winter just begun.
Dreaming of the first sign of spring.
Feeling the renewal in your heart.
Breathing energy filled with warmth.
As you breathe, feel the inner flow.

Spring is the season of rebirth.
Flowers pop-up their heads,
And trees begin their leaf.
Old man winter begone.
In my mind I imagine it's so.

01/14/2013

For Francine Roberts's contest, "Winter Begone"


Details | Lanterne | |

Nightfall

Soft
lights blink
underneath
shaded starry 
sky

swift
glowing
firefly
quietly passes
by

Birds
chirps sweet
lullaby,
sway to world of
dreams.


Details | Couplet | |

Autumn In The Wood


I will enter the quiet wood, 
On the rustling leaves I will dance, 
I will watch the Godhood, 
I will prance to the autumn’s romance. 

I will wear a colorful dress, 
I will mix up myself with the leaves, 
I will hear what wind says, 
I will feel the tender breeze. 

I will see a birch in gilding, 
A maple in its nice crimson, 
A spiders beautiful sewing 
Created with Gods benison. 

The Sun will play with the dewdrops, 
The leaves will dance rock and roll. 
Feeling desirable aromas of hops 
The autumn will be a droll. 

I will be fascinated by the autumn’s beauty 
Where only peace and harmony are on duty. 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

For Russell Sivey contest "Up in the Autumn Air"

26/10/2012


Details | I do not know? | |

Return of Spring

I missed the smell of coming spring.
Cold and blustery
winter bone chilling wind
piercing effortlessly 
armor of thick cloth.

Blue-grey hued sky
harbinger of soft snow,
blanketing vapor
ward off Sun’s warmth.

Dreary and depressing
long winter months
colorless, gloomy, dead
imprisoned in ice

Lo a small breach
in mantle above
thin golden beams
pierce shadowy despair.

Ahead bright days
life, love, and joy,
I long for perfumed hints  
of spring to appear

Once naked trees 
bear lime-green tints,
azalea burst forth
red, white and pink.

Bright yellow pollen
thin cover of dust
sweet scent of flowers
a pleasant surprise, tho’
I missed the smell of coming spring.


Details | Free verse | |

IN FRONT OF THE CHURCH GATE

I had a dream last night
fogged by an uneven frost of the morning
guessing if the sun rose.

It dawned on me
it was night still
with forehead engulfed by the fallen hair.

I figured her out
against wealthy gold streaks of sky
while flowers kept merrying in the garden.
Sitting cross-legged in the pavement
She awaited a long cherished arrival;
the pavement turning
          BLACK , white	
          Black , WHITE
          Wh…

Time danced on the cross roads
  with a series of its resonant restrained movements.
Its hand drew out for me
and I trying to grab them
  found the sun shining
  illuminating everything
  except shadow of my own construction.
The very next moment
  ate up its hands
  and shadow intermingled with the silent darkness.

Vehicles tossed up the roads
flooding the pavement with light
Yet,
  Alterations marked the vivacity of vagueness
  to fathom the unfathomable
and fragmented mirth wetted me from within.
Perhaps,
    WHITE would make my shadow flee, I thought.

Sitting there,
she snatched stars from the moonless sky
and buried in the boisterous soil.
I climed up the hill 
  and fell from the precipice
  and she followed
like unshed tears of void eyes.

I kept stringing up my instrument
  as I had only songs to offer
  that of my own disintegration
And she stood
in front of the church-gate
in deathly austerity.

The deity rose in protest,
Melodies evolved from the ocean-cradle
  -filling the air with its uncommon pitch
  and my songs kept straying in the corner
  looking for fortification.

I dreamt then-
     trees stretching themselves upright
     trying to peep into heaven:
     Deep fragrance of incences rising
     where I stood
     draped in WHITE
     praying with vague distrust.
  ……..
        ‘AMEN’
                ……..

I rose from the bed rubbing my eyes
  and at the breakfast table
  I sat dismayed 
  as I remembered all.


Details | Rhyme | |

The long ago scent.

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

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

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

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

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


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Arabian Paradise

Maa’mool winds wash over me
In antique moonlight I merge with the spirit of Wadi Shab
Following the worn paths through the orchards
To discover the hidden mysteries of Mibam
Commonplace melodies of the qanun and maqrum
Become new again passing my ears
Dancing sweet Arabia off the ancient walls
A midnight song of prayer sung to no one and everyone
A resonate stone rippling my very soul
Looking skyward the heavens reveal
Familiar skies of the desert navigators
A tapestry of moments past, now, and eternity
Yet only for myself
These small memories I forever commit
As I swim in the sweet pools of Wadi Shab
Gazing high into the desert night
To the waning Arabian moon
While maa’mool winds wash over me




NOTE:
Maa'mool is a sweet Middle Eastrern incense
Wadi Shab is a beautiful paradise like place outside of the ancient city of Mibam
A Qanun and a Maqrun are Arabian instruments, one is a "double clarinet" the 
other is a stringed instrument.


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This is it

I rush and tumble, falling forth, falling in depths, Accompanied by the bursting tune of melodies long forgotten. Alas invisible I creep behind each desirable and place my touch, I lull or fulminate them into themselves. Dressed with feathers, pearls and ivory, I conceal the fire beneath. To remain invisible, Is what is required of me. Mountains, plains of yellow wheat, Blue jays in trees, And finesse red wine, Compose what I deem my transcendence. My knowing gaze has noticed all, Every nuance, every mind altering passion. I’ve wiped away the distressing tears of my own fault. I’ve nurtured the lost lives of those succumbed to me. For I am it; the great despised, the great adored. Ceases only my touch, but beneath, The charcoal rocks and pools of grey tears, Their created idyll remains.


Details | Couplet | |

VACATION DAYS

   When I was the tender age of seven
   I was to go on a week's vacation...I thought "heaven".

   My uncle had a '55 Buick in two tone green
   A vehicle in which I would always want to be seen.

   As we drove from the city that hot Saturday
   I watched the roadside as we went along the way.

   No tollways then, just the roads heading north
   It was an adventure all the way as we went forth.

   My Aunt kept my Uncle in the front seat on track
   My brother and I watched the green cornfields pass from the back.

   A long destination to the farm, you know
   I felt like we'd traveled for a week or so.

   But when we pulled into the dirt road alongside the farm
   All I could think about was its interesting charm.

   There was the White Cottage where we would sleep
   And the Old Red Barn, weathered and creaky...in need of upkeep.

   We weren't to play in it because of its danger
   But to a seven year old, that is no stranger.

   I went in when no one was around
   Saw the stalls, the loft, the ladder, and the straw on the ground.

   The big door creaked as I swung it open
   No one heard it...at least I was hopin'.

   The smell of that barn I will never forget
   With the straw and the fertilizer...like a musty ommlette. 

   With a roof that had perches high up in the air
   And holes in the shingles through which you could stare.

   It was haven for us kids in the weeks to come
   As we played and explored and hid in it some.

   There were the railroad tracks that went past it in back
   We'd walk them to look for interesting stones to put in a sack.

   That barn was even the backdrop for my uncle's .22
   He was aiming at the cans, but missed more than a few.

   I can still remember that musty old barn today
   Sometimes it comes to me on a wet summer day.

   For the smell, the sight, and the memories live
   Too many old barns gave what they could give.

   But you will still see a silo standing next to a barn in the field
   I wonder sometimes, how many bushels of corn it had to yield.

   For most of the barns are weathered with their red paint in fade
   Like some poor traveler, lost and waylaid.

   Yet, they all stand as proud as can be
   There to fill my childhood memory.

   


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Watch Us

Leaves racing to ground. Is there anyone here to watch? We will perform now!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Awe Your Full Of It

<         twenty twelve

                  What The Hell !

                                       
                         cosmic conjuction
                                       
                               What's it's Function !


                                         ecologic collapse

                                                   Only Perhaps !


                                                             galactic beings

                                                                     I've Been Seeing !


                                                                             think it's all phony
                                                                         
                                                                                      And Full Of Balony  !

Entry For Gareth James's
2012 Contest
G.L. All


                                                                                              
 
                                            

                             


Details | Haiku | |

The Mirror - ITTY BITTY

It is summer evening ;
the ocean's skin moves
like a dancing mirror.


Details | Free verse | |

A Horse Worn Out

I am horse
Ride saddle 'pon my back
O'er plains of outer space or
O'er wishing grounds
My spit shine for a baker's bet
Wood is shrieker
And father my horse
Lay amongst the wary
And tell the hunter
Who's skin you enter soundly
Tell to him thy name;
Thy name is horse!


Details | Couplet | |

Forested Trail

You see a path, a forested trail-
The ground of which, to you seemed stale-

Covered by trees, dead by cold-
Footsteps made, now are old-

To thee it seems a dreary way-
To me it seems as light as day-

To know the secrets wherein are hidden-
Safety, shelter I will be ridden-

To find my path, not alone to take-
Your love of me, then shall not fake-

Since if it happens, my soul alone-
Until another path I’m shown-

I found my path, not alone to take-
For your love of me, you did not fake-


Details | I do not know? | |

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.





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.


Details | Senryu | |

I Don't Give A Hoot

<                             beneath swollen moon
                               silhouttes conjoinment dance
                               hooting escalates  







Entry For
Sensuous Senryus


Details | Rhyme | |

"Wal-Marts" Georgia

Ol' Roy spoke right up without a care
So "Ceasar's" could plainly hear
"There is some ghastly stink over there
Where all those fish live my dear."

Well Goldie tried to  hush him by saying
"It is not coming from our corner
But at the garden center on open displaying
Cow Manure with a scent that is an awakener"


Details | Ballad | |

THE TALE OF A FOREST LEAF

On a summer day
The Queen and her Faeries
Went out to play
Amongst the whispering trees

So much joy to be found
Amongst the Whispering Trees
To hear bird sound
The red squirrels chattering in the canopies

All the trees were in full leaf
So many different shades of deepest richest green
With a blue sky above
Golden sun
A forest, filled with love
The beauty to be seen

Forest Faeries could be heard up high
Amongst the green leaves
Watching summer clouds passing by

They called down to a Summer Queen
Who was walking down below
“We have special gift for a King”
“Please accept this beautiful thing”
“From all of us so”

A beautiful leaf fluttered down
Greens and golds
Reds too
A beautiful leaf
In the shape of a heart, true

“A leaf”
“A leaf”
They called from above
“For a Kings’ cloak”
A leaf that would never die
Its’ colours would match seasons
A leaf from the forest faeries
Who live in trees, so high

The Summer Queen
Did know
Blessed all around
The leaf, she took
For a leaf of deepest, richest colour
Was perfect for a Kings’cloak
Tonight she would sew
a surprise

The kings’ cloak was called for
A Summer Queen sewed on the leaf
A King, the proudly wore
For, it shone with love
A gift from the Forest Faeries
and Whispering Trees

When the Earthen King died
The Summer Queen took
The very leaf, from his side
Blew on it softly
A sweet westerly breeze
Returned the leaf
To the whispering trees

A leaf of deepest richest green
mourned a King
The tears of the Summer Queen
Love and magic
Fulfilling
The Whispering Trees
Took the king,
and made him part of everything


Details | Lyric | |

Thunderstorm

You’re a thunderstorm
Always coming on strong and coming on fast
I wanna hold you baby
But, baby how long can that really last?
Can I tame your heart?
Do I even wanna to try?
That would mean changing you
And if you changed, then I would die

You see…
It’s like chasing lightning 
And trying to hold tight
If you’d just let me, baby
Then maybe, baby, I might
Oh yeah, 
But there’s 
No holding 
Onto lightning
Tonight

You’re a hurricane force
Always building up speed and running around
I wanna stop you baby
Or at least, somehow, try to slow you down
But, can I stop that rain?
Do I even wanna to try?
I’d be going against your nature
And that would make me die

You see…
It’s like chasing lightning 
And trying to hold tight
If you’d just let me, baby
Then maybe, baby, I might
Oh yeah, 
But there’s 
No holding 
Onto lightning
Tonight

I gotta let you run your course
can’t ever try to stop your force
Cause, baby, if I were to even try
I’d stop what makes you, you and baby I would die

You see…
It’s like chasing lightning 
And trying to hold tight
If you’d just let me, baby
Then maybe, baby, I might
Oh yeah, 
But there’s 
No holding 
Onto lightning
Tonight


Details | Quatrain | |

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.


Details | Haiku | |

dancing raindrops

dancing raindrops
on a full bloomed rose...
deadly kiss

withered petals
on green wet grass...
red carpet welcome


Details | Senryu | |

Earth Angel

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


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | I do not know? | |

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



Details | Haiku | |

Wild Lily

translucent beauty clear light illuminates an earthbound star


Details | Free verse | |

Silence Whispers

Silence whispers
Softly murmuring out
Sweet essence breezes
That sighs through your hair
And susurrates the saplings

Taciturn memories
Moment of yesterdays…
Hushed hopes of tomorrow
Fragile reticent promises…
A phantom spectacle

Forever unattainable
Remote and distant
These frivolous voices
Softly murmuring out
Sweet essence breezes

Lost aspirations
Callously blown caveats…
Gently muted choices
Easy and idle thoughts…
Silence whispers 


Details | Senryu | |

His Majesty

<                                                symbolic ~ icon
                                     representing .... Red ~ White ~ Blue
                                         the ~ Great    ~       Bald .....  Eagle










Tribute To
The Bald Eagle


Details | Free verse | |

The Touch Of Lake Tahoe

Quietly recalling
Those few days long past
Where night rose undisturbed
Allowed to live in solitude
Distant from the hum of the city
And the glare of its radiance
For here silence is silence
And dusk mutes the mountainside
Giving fearful pause even to dawns eye

In the pallid glow of moonlight
Stand the great Ponderosa Pines
Veiled shadows of ominous parsons
Resolutely guarding midnight faith
Sweet tendrils of vanilla incense 
Wafting on Rocky Mountain breezes
Like passions vogue allegory
A smooth and round obsidian stone
Washed upon a retracted beach
My modest moment of reality
Smoothed over by times hands
On this mountain lake…

…Settling me to begin anew


Details | I do not know? | |

Perfect Mother Nature

Clouds for me to sleep on at night
The moon so I can read by lamp light
Stars as friends to guide my dreams
Pure mild breeze my air to breath
Ocean to caress my body clean
Sun my sign its a brand new day


Details | I do not know? | |

The Way

Its the way the breeze whispers

across my skin

and the sun caresses

me

in his warmth

 

its the way you love me

even when you’re not here


Details | Free verse | |

The Black Rose

Soft like satin, delicate 
as skin, the petals of the 
black rose enchant with
its very vibe of obscurity.
Tender as tranquil notes
of music, silent as the
unknown, the black rose
beholds hidden beauty
that is rarely seen. 
As strong as true love,
as sharp as blades,
the black rose adorns
thorns that prick soft
virgin skin unexpectedly
releasing the very essence
of life.
As bright as the sun,
as colourful as a rainbow,
the black rose owns foliage
of such intensity that it
strikes one’s sight with
images of blissful moments;
the black rose – obscure
then yet darkly beautiful.


Details | Haiku | |

Wishes under the moonlight

Silvery lunar
Illuminating my dreams
Kissed by your beauty


Details | Haiku | |

Morning Solo

aria
robin sings a joyful song
sunrise solo


Details | I do not know? | |

My eyes are the color of love

My eyes are the color of love
my skin, the warm breeze
I gently glide around you
my fingers are rivers
curving and bending
over your fleshy plains
my mind, the ocean, a mysterious
dark abyss
my breasts, are mountainous hills 
abundant, protruding from 
Mother Earth
My strong thighs are the deep rich valley
you travel my body, using your map of love
My eyes, are the stars
my button nose is the moon
the leafy trees are my arms
flowing and dancing gracefully in the wind
and My eyes are the color
the color of Love


Details | Rhyme | |

RAINDROPS

Small as a droplet
from a tearful eye,
while swaying with the wind
of an ominous sky.

Vastly dampening
crops in need,
being their crucial
way to feed.

Falling in a mist,
or pouring to the ground.
Sometimes soaring
without making a sound.

A part of nature
nurturing its own,
replenishing the land
so life can move on.


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part III

An azure ocean
Displaced by mighty blackness
The horizon dies


Details | Personification | |

He Brushed

He brushed against her red hair
Then moved on from there
To the girl with the golden curls
While tears flowed upon the ground

Red hair laced between the tears
Soon he tired of the gold
And sought out brown
What a lovely crown

Then boisterously he blew on threw
Now none wears a crown
He is left with nothing to entertain
Only snow and ice remain


Details | Quatrain | |

All Natural

<                                   earth ~ third planet from sun
                                     liquid and iron ~ cores
                                     continents  ~  islands  ~  pun
                                     arctic  icing  ~  drips pores

                              
                                    wind  ~  natures own fury
                                    flow gasses ~ bulk movements
                                    storm ~ hurricane ~ jury
                                    place in pocketbook ~ dent


                                    fire ~ oxidation
                                    combustion ~ releasing 
                                    heat ~ light ~ good ~ tar nations
                                    pollution ~ choking ~  thing


                                    water ~ called H2O
                                    oxygen ~ hydrogen
                                    evaporation ~ goes
                                    will exceed supply ~ when ?

      
                                   earth ~ wind ~ fire ~ water
                                   Nature's elements   ~ sure 



Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
The Four Elements Contest
G.L. All
    
                                    
                           


Details | Rhyme | |

And Goliath Said

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Free verse | |

A delicious day

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Limerick | |

Complaints Transpired

He complained, complained, complained
All he ever did was complain
Then suddenly he got fired
What next then transpired
Was he wished, he could complain again




(Limerick...Sort of...We have all heard that person who complains about their job instead 
of being grateful that they have a paying job that puts food on the table...So the thought 
came to me about this one.)


Details | Haiku | |

Fallen Leaf

Maple leaf on stream
Diamonds sparkle on each point
Beautiful 'til end


Details | Free verse | |

The babbling brook

clearest water flows gently
along and over my naked feet
the touch of its  almost tacit sound 
deafening beauty for a  calming mind
thousands of tiny goosebumps 
showing the numerous  surprising shivers  
trying  to make sense  

the softest sofa  of fresh leaves and little twigs
spread a narcotic palette of autumn perfumes
coloring the signals of my soul

a generous friendly fire of chestnuts and acorns
compose a  beat and feel  of rhythm of the forests
tapping on my shoulder and head
changing every breath that I take
while softly knocking
at future’s door


Details | Haiku | |

Your Going Down

<                           beneath waterfall
                        let your troubles wash away ... 
                             cesspool is waiting





Entry For John Freeman's
The Precept Natures Haiku
G.L. All


Details | Haiku | |

Witful Rain

Listen to the rain;
The witful story teller,
Wisdom dwells in it.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ghost of the Season




Ghost of the Season ~ Tangled with dread, in the fields of the night Pumpkins have gathered, to stay out of sight They huddle together, and hide under vines Trembling with fear, after witnessing signs The voice of dark winter Is blowing a warning The frightening whispers Are bringing a shiver A snow cloud appears, on the distant horizon The sprinkles of rain have turned into ice fronds Each pumpkin of gold, is shivering cold So frightened of freezing, they have turned into white ones…
............................................ Submitted for Carol Brown's Contest: "What No Orange Pumpkins?"


Details | Couplet | |

stillness

Stillness of the night,And the dullness in my sight, A cold dark cloudy winter night,The pathway lights shine on bright. Perched comfortably in the balcony of my farm house, The vista so great that the dormant poet in me arouse. The cool breeze envelops my surround, A few dew drops from the moistened leaves drips aground. The languid wing of air the fragrance of it carries, Of blossomed flowers, trees, plants and berries. Once again the freshness in my mind, Seems to be awakening from the blind. Welcome, come in the joys of happiness, Its now time to say to "good bye" to darkness


Details | Sonnet | |

Nature's Way

In the morning or in the night the shadows appear.
Some are dark and some invisible to the naked eye.
They stroll around and about with distance up high.
They follow covering you never knowing their near.
 
Look to the trees where empty spaces reveal clear.
You can see their eyes and their moods as they fly.
A penetrating stare with a glare with the winds sigh.
Run or stand but you’re in an open space of a sphere.
 
Nature’s way is coming up to you,
Open your eyes being able to see,
Hope and pray you catch this view.
Hidden in between freedom is free.
 
Catch many glimpses of this shade,
That way tomorrow will never fade.
 
 
 
© Copyright:  Ann Rich   2007


Details | Haiku | |

Fluffy Stuff

blowing snow
reminiscent of 
cottonwood fluff in spring


Details | Light Poetry | |

Plants and Things

For every drop of rain that falls... they say a flower grows.
Well, at my house I’ll need a lot, with dogs at play, you know.
And all the bulbs I planted last year, became fodder for the squirrels.
They thought they’d found my favorite stash… Well, perhaps they did!

And all those starter plants, the moles did under mine, it’s true…
Oh where, Oh where, did all my flowers go? Into mole holes, they paid their dues.
The rabbits got the munchies on the ones that came up wild.
And the strawberries are forever gone… to every thing beguiled.

And as I watered all my plants the ground became so soft…
And all the moles that LOVE soft dirt… began running back and forth.
I love my little critters, but they think my tomatoes are so great.
I even found an opossum one night, out there really late.

The only ones that are left alone are my gorgeous mums.
But that’s because they never bloom before the frost has won.
Perhaps I watered some too much… as they washed on down the street…
But in my yard, the Trolls do say, my grass is very neat.

Of course I have big shade trees, every where you look…
So the only grass that’s growing, is with my garbage can in its nook.
Now please don’t get discouraged, there will always be next year…
And I have just the trick you know… I’ll be spreading miracle grow, my dear.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

I'm Not Finished With You Yet Mister

<                                           feet in the Sand
                                              stars dance Planned so
                                              take Hand my love

                                              dock of the Bay
                                              where we Lay catch
                                              moon Rays nice hues

                                              here comes the Sun
                                              new days Fun I'm
                                              not Done with you

                                                                
                                              
Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/11/2012

Entry For
Nette Onclaud's
Than Bauk 
A Twilight Contest
G.L. All                                              


Details | Haiku | |

Bird Song

The birds sing a song

On a tree that is very high

Music fill the air


Details | Free verse | |

My Feathered Friend { Seven By Seven}

                                      watched an eagle soar lands edge
                                       wings extended winds as pledge
                                       white breasted so tried and true
                                        made me think of red white blue
                                        reaching milestones from beyond
                                        captured essence of this bond
                                         Oh fly my feathered friend fly
                                         
                                        
                                        
                        




This poetry form was invented by David J Shrewsbury.  It’s called Seven By 
Seven.  It has seven syllables in each line, has seven lines, and the title is in last 
line.



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Snow Song

Snow Song

Tonight, just this once, I need everyone to agree with me
To see what I see, the reality they refuse to believe.
Tonight just once, I need to set the her inside me free,
A note on a stave, no longer chained to a melody.

Tonight just this once I need to spread open paper wings.
Crepe veils of iridescent UN discovered things.
Tonight I need to listen to the snowflakes and icicles sing.
To glissade down crystal branches around the moons silver ring.

Tonight for an instant, I am going to feed into the delusions 
Stretch wide and far past the restraints of being human.
Tonight, casting stars in all the cracks of perfect ruin.
 Silken circles of multifaceted and attractive confusion.

Tonight I’m embracing all the questions with unknown answers.
No longer resenting the figure eights of life’s pirouetting dancer.
Tonight I can relate to the hunger of this soulless obsidian cancer.
Watery lips, azure finger tips this beautiful cerulean disaster.

Tonight through new eyes, I travel forgotten trails
And release a single burning breath I never got to exhale.
For Tonight my soul’s voice finally spells her tale
A pearlescent cadenza of falling snow, innocent and pale.


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When Summer Arrives in Orange

Shirtless sitting on the earthen stoop
Contemplating the task set gently in hand.

Transformed a boy, looking intently into natures orb
In the shade of the willows banging away the heat.

Eyelashes closed, a flesh wrinkled sheet
The sun dancing across my face through a kaleidoscope

                             (Of trees softly whispering lazy lullaby’s).

Orange sparks dancing to mesmerize
Hidden only in the secret of a warm still array.

Methodically peeling away layers citrus spray
Of sealed in sun.

The feeling is always the same
Sweet pulp of excitement racing against the pulse.

Juices filling the mouth saturating the tongue
Swishing swirling, fixed firmly


On one emotion. A still photograph
With a blank face of concentration.

Face cocked with a smile directed to one side
Shoes untied, remnants of nature at my feet.

Quickly running as to not forget the sensation
Of Orange 
                                   (leaving Spring for July).






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The gift of "Old Man Winter"

He unwittingly hovers
       ...blankets of subjective weather
Plastering his artic tundra
Bandaging white clouds together
Blindly...
     ...withholding ill trepedation
Refocused on our tantalization

Frosting earth's core
         .... with an icy show
Monstrously protecting grounds below~

Alerting those...
           ...napping numb spirits
With his icy mantra of sickles and cold
Old Man Winter's snowflakes unfold
Frost bitten chills triumphantly bold

A frothy iced message 
                    ...with wisdom to acquire
...conjuring those with a hidden desire
Here he laughs 
            ...taunting from within
Old Man Winter is relieved again~

As our spent energies are woken
He does not speak...
              ...but has already spoken

His gift...a dormant spectacle found
As winter coats 
                    ....our frosted ground
More time now 
                  .....with winter so cold
Kept indoors
                 ....to ponder wonders untold~


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THE LION

     

     A season of cold

   White snowflakes cover the ground

      Winter's lion roars






   Season: Winter


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Stay Still

<                                    rustic overtures
                           reflects mirrored images .... off
                                    motionless water


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A King's Mountain

February 12, 2011

A King's Mountain

A King's Mountain He mounts up under his branded feet.
Mass in size He is hallow by a grandstand He is to you,
But never is He in lieu, so many clues cost one tabboo.
Blown to boredom bereaved He hue's me a pure heart beat. 

Shaking or faking Him out I scram to find my own Grand seat.
Surrounded from East to West there is North and South to do.
Blending my flames in hot Summer winds I baked a cake or two.
I'm like self-rising ready to bake surfing up fielders wheat.

A King's Mountain means Look-Out,
Soak it up and suck it all in!
A Hot sizzling day for a Cook-Out?
A King mounted has a Big bin.

He will draw your naked breath in and mount you to His top.
Sprinkling you with honey dew suckling up for more sip sop.


(R) Registered: Ann Rich 2011


04:43:21 AM EST -5




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At Water's Edge

Serenity comes
in ripples and silhouttes
and leaves just the same.


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Lose Control

Let’s lose control
Let’s entice the soul,
With champagne swishes
Chilled in iced bowls.
From your head to your toes
Every nerve will explode, 
Every body sensation
I’ve cracked nature’s code.
It’s not on paper 
It’s what your face shows;
It tells me go fast
Then it tells me go slow,
Then blows my mind
Showing Lose control.
All exposed
The most radiant glow,
The most beautifulness thing 
Ever let go.
Lose control
Feel safe…there’s no foes,
Only me…Let go…
Lover Lose Control.


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Captivated

Does a soul belong to Heaven fields
Or fertile ground would be the refuge?
Heroic attempts to change Nature's choice,
Enduring it's crabbedness
To relish it's holiness.
Envied by Humans and Gods
The soul proceeds on a journey fixed
To uncover the mysteries of a life unexpected.
Below doom lights, in beds worn
A soul peaks a love hurt
By it's own arc,
Holding in small hands
The glory of a divine fate.
On life's walls Psyche climbs
To reach love's infinity
Through boxes of lust and human temptations,
To pass along
To pass by
And live on with flesh and blood,
Captivated
As Godess between Humans and Gods.


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'Eclipsed'


her splendor unseen now eclipsed by corrosion statue in the rain
©231220111815


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Dreamtime

Longing for the rainforest,
the smell of life eternal springs 
and wafts across the oceans deep
to my chilly home to bring..

images of orchards bright
in high trees with roots a dangling
of butterflies, I've never seen
and crocodiles prey wrangling.

Longing for the forest in spring
the eastern coast of Australia,
the gushing falls high above all
Kingfishers dressed in regalia.

I dream of Daintree and sky walks 
above the forest's fecund floor
of mangrove trees riverside,
rousing morning doves galore.. 

Ghadja I, ghost spirit white,
I dream of Australian spring time
far across the deepest sea
down under I walk in dreamtime.


*In the animist framework of Australian Aboriginal mythology,
 Dreamtime is a sacred era in which ancestral totemic spirit beings
 created the world.


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Radiant Fourth of July

multicolored sparks
dwindling across the unfilled sky...
bright smoke you ignite







©RashanaKing2010


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked


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Surreality

Flowers in a valley faraway,
Wind carries them as butterflies in the day.

Meteors through raindrops fall so slow,
Forming rainbow tails from the solar eclipse’s glow.

Beneath the cosmos and earthly sky.
Floral butterflies ascend towards the showers and fly.


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" STARS"

"Stars"
I do not know how big they are,
But I can see them twinkle from afar.
Their shape to me is yet unknown,
Still I can see them where ever I go.

Way high up there in the night sky,
Farther than any bird could ever fly.
"How did they get so far away,?"or
"Will they fall down to earth someday?"

When I look through my window late at night,
I stare at those stars,so beautiful and bright.
One day I know there won't be any cars,
But when I look up there will always be stars 


Quentin Alexander Sands


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Alchemy (An Acrostic)

Ancient science launches research towards new technology
Learning new disciplines to increase the power of their patron
Creating new magics; generating spendable gold from lead
Hinting at greater knowledge hidden in the realms of men
Evolving sciences increase the expertise of kingdom soldiers
Machines, potions and tactics to defeat enemies of the king
Yesterday's mysteries leading the world toward today's reality


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You Wipe Away My Tears

You Wipe away my tears
You erase all of my fears
You are the only voice that I can hear

You make the darkness leave
You made me believe
All the sorrow and the pain you wiped from my sleeve

You are all that I can see
You always made me feel free
Your scent is the one that calls me every time I breathe

You are the one that I care for
You always leave me wanting more
I enter your soul filling the hole every knock that I lay on your door

You are the one who makes me
You and I were meant to be
Together forever we sit in harmony

Your hair is like silk when it flows
Through the day as the wind blows
I will always love you
I hope that you will always know...


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Heavenly Spring

Heavenly Spring (Decima) Colorful blooming pear and apple trees Beautiful within the first weeks of spring Everything is heavenly blossoming With gentle blowing winds and humming bees The time to plant some vegetable seeds With the sunshine and rain all the seeds grow Glorious rainbow putting on a show Colorful flowers raising from the ground Nature showing its beauty all around With summer coming, time for spring to go Decima is a style of poetry that is Octosyllabic and has 10 lines. Given the flexible method of counting syllables in Spanish verse, where an "Octosyllabic" line could easily have seven or nine syllables (as normally counted), in writing a decima in English it would seem not unreasonable to write in iambic pentameter (theoretically ten syllables), which comes more naturally to English verse. So for English verse you would use 10 syllables per line. The rhyming scheme is ABBAACCDDC. so in English.. you would have 10 lines of 10 syllables per line... rhyme is above....


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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'


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Rain Drops

Above the sky glowers, maudlin, purple, bruised clouds
clouds full of discontent, shake and shower raindrops
sputtering raindrops descend fitfully fixed on limbs and lawn
Each blade of lawn cradles the outburst of unruly sky
mirrored sky, on ocean wave or lake or pond or gaze
Man’s gaze seeks the torrent's beauty, rejoicing in each drop
watching drops caught in spider webs glisten, reflecting
reflections of the larger world in the eye of man, universal child.
The larger child of wind and sky rebirths in joyful clouds.


*Wreath Form


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Your own erin isle

At some Sweet Point in Your Youth
Through Travel Guides beguiled
Searching for Existential Truth
You dreamt of Erin Isles

You longed a quite, simple life
Away form Hectic Glances
Attempt to be Free from Your Strife
For Introspective Chances

To visit the Ancestral home
Or even to Inhabit
Away, In Solitude, Alone
And Keep the Mindful Sabbath

A place where land stays Always Lush
In Emerald Enclosed
The site of Inner Beauty  Bright
In form of Dear Red rose

I Shall Still See the Pilgrims
With Purposely Bared Feet
While Walking though the Sharp Hills
Their Feet Profusely Bleed

I know the Image of Crushing Waves
The stately,Brave stones
They do not Bend nor do They break
And Bear the weight alone

The Crosses and the simple graves
With names already erased
And stone compesed 
As life itself
From Tiny, Pearly grains


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Silver Dollar Moon

silver dollar moon suspended in a dark sky wind rustles the autumn leaves secrets in the night moonbeams on the forest floor wolves pay homage at midnight
Barbara Gorelick 10/14/11 For Russel's Full Moon contest


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Taking Turns

<                                       iron propeller
                                 sitting entrance to driveway
                                   slowly turning blades
                              like the hands of time on clock 
                                 longing for extra seconds 


                                    Hummingbirds buzzing
                              red gold blue and green headed 
                                    just waiting for turns
                               to capture it's own bountys
                                   succulant sugar water  



Written By 
Katherine Stella 9/13/2011

Entry For Francine Roberts
The View-A Tanka Contest
G.L. All


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Monsoon Carols

Melded with raindrops -
the juiceless earth fruited lusciously
and the roaring lightning pops -
the vehement clouds sparked abundantly.

From time of summer -
for the juvenility they long expected
over the awash field they bopped over -
alike the sweetness of wintry roses, the zestful aroma contrasted.

Here and there the lively music got wind of bongs -
when the rain waved by the wind so heavily
the splashy whispery voice sung like yuletide carols -
with roasted chicken along with champagne, savored blithely.

All of a sudden the sun peeped out in between,
reckoned alike to chance once upon the Kris-Kringle's camion
Over the sky it arced with orange violet yellow blue red indigo green,
glowed as if presents wrapped along with gleeful horizon.

The sky that outraged fell out the factual consequences,
Around the globe masses fantasied the season to be resurgence
Palsy-walsy rain was alike the snow flurry occurrences,
Jejune July was abided by the Holy Christ's renascence.


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Black Diamond Night

.
Black velvet was the dress she wore
    A very fitted gown
There were diamonds in her small ears
    'Pon her head diamond crown

Silver slippers glittered in the dark
    Adorned with diamond studs
Jeweled necklace 'pon graceful neck
    Elegance of blue blood

Diamonds like twinkling stars upon
    Both her delicate wrist
What a vision this lady in black
    Gone when sun her hand kissed

Sponsor:Nathan___ __
Contest:Black Diamond Night


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Arrested Fantasy

                                         I’ve etched my life in shades of cream,
                                           Colour a luxury found only in dream.
                                             To live my life in black and white
                                        Will choke my soul with endless night.

                                             I’ve dreamt of spicy golden suns
                                                                  Igniting
                                                              radiant fires;
                                                           Of silver moons
                                                                 Hushing
                                                              starry choirs.

                                          I’ve dreamt of sweet emerald jungles
                                                                Meditating
                                                            portraits green;
                                                       Of dark violet storms
                                                              Thundering
                                                             music mean.

                                              I’ve dreamt of sour amber deserts
                                                                 Burning
                                                           coral red skin;
                                                     Of  tanzanite glaciers
                                                                 Freezing
                                                         diamonds therein.


                                   But colourless passion sequesters my heart,
                                     My lustrous pomegranate crumbles apart.
                                               Classic ivory saturates my eye
                                         Fantasy arrested and charged with a lie.


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The Oriental Gardens

Little crickets chirp,
Softly sways the bamboo tree
In the midnight sun.


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Spring

Spring on the farm
Pear trees in full bloom, horses
With spring in their step


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The Mother Earth

     
            The Mother Earth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sintra, Portugal 6-12-2012








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DREAMS OF LIFE

ONE  WILL  DREAM                                                                                                           
ONE DAY WILL SHARE DREAMS
ONE DAY WILL SING 
ONE DAY WILL SING TOGETHER
ONE DAY WILL WALK
ONE DAY WILL WALK TOGETHER
ONE DAY WILL HAVE MEMORIES 
ONE DAY WILL HAVE MEMORIES TOGETHER
ONE DAY WILL SMILE
ONE DAY WILL SMILE TOGETHER 
ONE DAY WILL ASK 
ONE DAY WILL WONDER 
ONE DAY WILL TALK 
ONE DAY THEY WONT LISTEN
*BUT I HAVE ONE QUESTION*!!!!!IF YOU WERE TO SLEEP TONIGHT AND NEVER WAKE UP WOULD YOU BE PROUD OF WHO YOU BECAME ,WHO YOU WERE,WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TILL THAT MOMENT ??CAUSE IF NOT YOU MUST WAKE UP FROM YOUR DREAMS !


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Beach Day~ (haiku)

Cool quenching water
Relaxed floating I lay calm
Hear the sea echo


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Beyond This Blue sky

I see beyond this blue sky there is another sky to fly. A distant island deep lush green centuries ago there I had been. Veil of mist covering that island history not unearthed lost under sand. Centuries ago as a bird on its flight I was there under the soft sunlight. Looking for a nest hidden among trees I had covered so many raging seas. But never could I find that nest to sit on it,take a nap and rest. Still today while flying in this sky I know always there is another sky to fly. ============000============


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Burgundy Red

Frost has tinged the Japanese Maple
Turning its leaves to burgundy red
Pears lie upon the ground not staple
As roosters rise nosily from bed

Nice on the porch at sunrise
Feeling the November cold
Hear birds chirp tales so wise
Mocking tale was a surprise and bold


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My Kitty The Dreamer (Crystal)

A sophisticated strut quite arrogant in her theatrical play
on the move creeping silent nights, lounging in bliss throughout the day

A king of her domain strength and pose a simple gift of prestige
very few shall ever touch, no other shall come close to her league

With white boots in the moon light slinky and smooth 
a true heart of a gangster with something to prove

A beast of an arrogant notion, a lioness in the midst of the hunt searching for her prey
my clever satin love cunning and pure robed in a coat of armor with accents of grey

A sophisticated strut quite arrogant in her theatrical play
on the move creeping silent nights, lounging in bliss throughout the day 






Written By Rick Parise


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Freddy the Fly

Dapper Freddy,
the house fly
and this is a fly
not prone to lie

he does buzz around
at breakneck speed
he wears his crown
a fly-king,  indeed

a cinch for him
to ceiling walk
or climb up walls
he can even fly-talk!!

yes Freddy is cool,
he really is
just passed my eyes
he sure did wiz

well Freddy was in search
of a Mrs. Freddy Fly
tired of being a bachelor
I don't know why

he did woo his share
of lovely gnats
everytime one went by
he'd remove his hats

Freddy was also brave,
fearing not insect spray
nor swift used swatter
the more he was hunted
the more his temperature got hotter

one day Freddy will likely die
perhaps his fly-body landing 
on a window sill
seems the place they end up
more oft than not
even without an insect spray shot

so go on your merry way for now,
Freddy Fly, my dear little fly-friend
just stay away from my food
or meet your Freddy Fly end!!


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About a Rose

I found this poem I want you to see
This Poem was written, And it was just for me
It's about a rose that has its thorns 
Resembling how ones life can suddenly be torn
This beautiful poem has caught my eye
Because it was written without any disguise
I never saw the thorns on that beautiful flower 
Is a poem about love and it's heart binding power
love can be strong and sometimes it's blind
ceasing our hearts and controlling our minds
love is something you should never throw away 
but remember be careful it can easily astray
that flower i picked was just right for me
as i knelt back up from off my knees
if only i knew and if only i could see
the thorns on that flower were strong while i was weak
they sliced me open and cut my wounds so deep
now all i can do is sit back and weep
as i pick my heart from off your feet
Your rose has turned to black satin and died
And in another red velvet rose, i will confide. 


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A Letter from Indonesia

Dear Home:

Please forgive my departure, silent and without warning, like the simmering 
warmth of mountain springs that bubble, unexpected, in the pale tropic light of 
morning. I am now straddling the equator, my toes naked against the earth, 
tasting the sweetness of Indonesian soil, volcanic, fertile, undisturbed, and to my 
soul delivering rebirth.

The air before dawn tastes of sweet-vanilla and dry nuts, at noon of ripe fruit with 
caramelized sugar, and at dusk an exotic thickness of fresh leaves, moonlit 
seas, and a richness of rare orchids all kiss in a soothing breeze. 

By day I explore sculpted canyons and wet rice fields, secret Hindu temples, the 
Mahayana Buddhist Borobudur, deserted for centuries; I discover a myriad of 
mysteries the Island Mountains conceal.

At night Gamelan music is a spice that saturates the mind and your body exalts 
the rhythm of double- headed lace drums, beating, beating, beating, beating 
dramatic time. Gongs and bamboo flutes resonate, echo in the heart, the 
passion of a culture preserving colour, tradition, sung poetry, and ancestral art. 

My diet has been that of rice, fish, and lots of fresh fruit: berries, sprouts, sharp 
tasting roots, similar to that of the Sun Sumatran Bear, stout, with sleek black fur, 
resting in the trees eating the young tips of palm which he peels with care. 
 
The sun is a golden disk that sits atop the Java mountains, painting light brown 
skin, pearls of perspiration, with dirt and pollen burning in and out of yellow rays, 
bringing dry heat to the excitement in the streets, where people infuse Life into 
Life in extraordinary ways.   

Finally in sleep, memories, spirits, emotion are lifted to the moon, cleansing the 
temple of my soul with a delicate touch of porcelain white, beams like a melody 
transforming the night, a surreal dream tangible to my skin, Indonesia swirls 
around me – my desire strong to feel the strength of its pulse from within.


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Celestial Mother

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


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The Circle Resumes

Sentries of the night stand guard in perfect formation
Across the stretch of wire, like clothespins on a line
While speckled flocks of grackle stain the landscape
Spots of black against a field of brown.

As if on cue, they choreograph their flight
Up and down, like waves at low tide
Just a ripple before they settle
Bobbing to a minuet as old as time.

Chatter of excitement as they discuss the day’s events
Children too excited to sleep, too restless to stay still
Something moves, and the sentries cry out a warning,
In harmonious exodus, the sea bursts forth into the sky

Absorbing the last strands of light
They take flight across the shallow riverbed.
Reflections of black specks against the setting rays of sun
Up towards the back wash of brilliant pinks and yellows

Shards of cerulean attempting to hold back the sapphire night
A finger-painting of bleeding hues
Streaked across a mat from a single orange focal point.
A stroke of madness in a painting of harmony.

Night’s orchestra tunes up for tomorrows concert
They return at dawn to greet the day
Renewing once again the sonnet of the night
And the circle resumes.


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Silence too Sounds

In a world where sound reigns,
And an era where sound adorns,
Seldom silence too sounds,
Even without a single wave formed,
Conveying everything even untold,
One among the unlimited expressions of nature,
A reliable expression for every creature,
Silence of breeze a matter of exaggeration for poets,
Even silence of the Last Prophet makes a solid statement for the believers,
Statue of Buddha in silence revealing peace and non violence,
Prayers to the God revivifying it into spirits in silence,
Tajmahal unveiling its majesty and magnificence,
While alone on a full moon night, in silence,
So at times silence angelic,
Sometimes terrific,
While in a graveyard or on the Day of Judgment,
At times tragic, when kept mum against,
the evils and vicious around by…..
Doesn’t silence sounds well….? Reciprocate at least in a sigh.


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Gosh I Love to Garden with My Guy

Sweltering sun on your tea stained skin
such a sensual aphrodisiac,
pungent wafts of fresh worked soil
scorching my sandy soles,

brackish trickle between ample breasts
now heavy bellied with desire, 
brooding for but a single kiss 
bestowed by burnished brow. 

Let loose your laborious implement, 
languidly lie with me my love,
where last autumn’s littering lingers still,
liberate my lustful lips.

Carelessly where the cornflowers crown,
cast all caution to the wind, 
as coppery caresses wantonly crave, a  
covering of common nakedness.

Deny me not this delicious deluge
of self indulgence, as I dare,
to demand away the doldrums, by
day dreaming in the dirt.


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Aurora

Dawn inspires with her captivating blend
of watercolor hues,
the wisps of fog, the apple crisp air,
the electric charge of the new.

See how she bleeds through the trees
and crests the mountains high
laying her grace, all over the face of 
of earth* bound creatures eyes.

Dawn reforms the listless born
and clinks the glass of time,
raising a toast to night who boasts
of jeweled skies in summer time.

See how she weaves with each breeze
the threads of weary fate,
tending her loom from birth to tomb
a fate which none escape.

Dawn breaks each breath that we take
with beauty so sublime
no hour* can resist her kiss,
her never-ending climb.

See now, Aurora’s diadem slips
see her prismatic shine,
bow to her royal Highness 
welcome morning’s time.

TIP: Use as much fresh UNPROCESSED product as possible
       the packagingis filling the dumps & BACK TO cloth diapers!


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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.


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Lamenting My Lost World

We come as strangers to this virgin land After succumbing to the impossible Astonished by the solitude of shamed regret for what we've done Still stunned with grief for what is gone.... We stand in voiceless, numb despair To gaze upon what we have maimed A blue veined world we've left behind Appearing weightless in the sky So far from us beyond the maze Of smoky dust, of lingering flames, engulfed, and choked, by those who paid the dearest price, who lie in graves And from carved names of marbled sorrow We weep for all those lost tomorrows From here, our eyes might be deceived To peer beyond the starry seas to earth,... a home we claimed to love so far above,... or did we lie? How strange it is, now seen from here remains yet beautiful to the eye As we stand wide eyed, upon new shores And look from here, to the earth so far How fragile, is our earth still spinning Where winds of war divided races And homes we loved wear ravaged faces And now as we begin, again How do we avoid the sin? How precarious this world untouched can be Where seas are blue and birds fly free Have we learned, from where we've been? We must repent..........recall it all One last look upon the old I feel a shiver of the cold Spinning, dying, looking small I catch my breath........and close my eyes swallow tears of anguished cries I'll turn my head before it falls
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Inspiration of a summer sky

Azure aspirations,
I blew off.
Billowing...
A wisp of a summer breeze 
and a muse held me fast. 
Visions of inspiration 
flew like barn swallows
over fields and trees verdant,
swelling and contracting.
Charmed by their aerial pirouettes 
captivated and content, 
I clapped with delight.


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

The silk like blossoms

That bloom in the night time air

It captures moonlight


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

To You My Daring Artist

_______ Trapped within the artist's mind - a need to portray a burning facet of life , that some never see.... of clouds soften pillow and emerald eternity a place where indigo mist falls and yellow flowers bathe in violet's and green's a place where souls are taken and peace gathers free a song born from deep within, exploding on the white canvas for all to see To you, my daring artist Paint Paint a dream.... To you, my daring artist my hat tumbles free... _______


Details | Blank verse | |

The Ocean's Reverie

Imagination ‘pon a massive, vast,
And boundless harbinger depends. One that
The sea, unequalled in adequacy, may serve.
Within the ceaselessness of its supreme
And transcendental flux, phantasmata
May bathe in peace, unmannerly towards
The tempest who, in turn, replieth thus:
“Am I a captive of the dreaming sea?
Of everlasting pain and agony?
In quest of admiration constantly?”
And so the dreams that ceased to bathe reply:
“But nay, for dreams are requisites for joy
And opulence, if thou but trusts the sea,
Then love shalt thou forever feel, and love
Shalt thou be then embracèd by.” Said they
To him, who then obeyed and was reduced
To coolest breezes ‘neath the flawless sky.
With that, the orb sublime will sink into
Colossus. See! On my horizon sails,
Majestic, surely bound for Sandman’s shores.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Constitution of a Aging Veggie Eater

The Constitution of a Aging Veggie Eater

I the aged, will do my solemnly best
to eat all my green like vegetables 
and what every doctor Oz says is good for my body 
and will affirm that in good faith, I give my word that, I will protect my colon and my heart 
to the best of my ability, to preserve my health and defend my new way of life 
no matter how young i may feel at the time...  

P.S.  But if a desert comes into view, I will not, do my Hostess best to walk away?!  
               but eat it with the vigor of a young woman, without a waist line!    
  
    
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             "Oath of office of the President of the United States"

	"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the Office of President
of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the
Constitution of the United States."

en.wikipedia.org/.../Oath_of_office_of_the_President_of_the_United_States


Details | Sonnet | |

His Favorite Amongst Flowers

His favorite amongst flowers
The pale pink running rose
This quiet still morn in wee hours
Take Rose note__he will compose

Thinking of her as he writes love
How he ardors her  petals
So soft to touch his cheek__ write of
Perfume on mind settle

Just to touch and inhale_beauty
Her beauty at day break
To steal  kiss wonderful fruity
Under rose trellis_quiver_ shake

His favorite amongst flowers
Rose that gives scented showers


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Rain Induced Nap

gentle drone
rain drums sleepily
on my metal roof


Details | Haiku | |

Scent of Spring

gentle breeze
carries faint sweet fragrance
scent of spring


Details | Acrostic | |

In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb

Inside the fierce beast, beats the heart of a king
No challengers come forth to contest his throne

Leisurely days spent dreaming of his pride
Ingesting meat taken down by his females
Knowing his reign ends when age betrays
Enjoying his vigor as he awaits that fate

Another, younger male, comes to call

Lying in wait while the females are serviced
Inhaling the scent of the pride in heat
Only caution stays his hunger and power
Not so when the mighty male is exhausted

Out of the bushes he rushes the fatigued king
Ultimate victory assured as challenge roars out
Though winded, the pride male answers swiftly

Like boxers they circle, searching for weakness
Incensed at the impudence, the elder attacks
Keen reflexes, the challenger moves like a ghost
Engaging the king with teeth, claws and fury

A fatal mistake, now the old king lays wounded

Limping away, weak from blood loss and pain
Already he dreams of the death that approaches
Maybe his time is over, but another will come
Behind him, the new king begins his reign


Details | Personification | |

The Garden of Death

There grew in a garden,
White flowers pale as death,
That grew in rows like tombstones, 
Their odor; foul like dragons breath.

Flowers bent and brittle,
Stems with many a thorn,
No sweet fragrance, just a stench,
Their existence was one to mourn.
 
These deadly flowers spread,
The world was its domain, 
Its roots had leeched all over,
And no other life could remain.

Only these flowers grew,
The earth’s soil was rotten,
This decay consumed all life. 
Its plague could not be forgotten.

When it spread its poison,
Life on earth was finished,
All life had become extinct,
The whole world had been diminished.

Even though its fiction,
All this could become true,
These flowers merely symbols, 
Of hate that could live within you.

Evil spreads so quickly,
To hearts that are hollow,
People want the easy life, 
A route that’s easy to follow.

Evil tries to tempt you,
Disguised as a flower,
Don’t be tricked by its beauty, 
Or you’ll fall under its power.

Take control of your life, 
Don’t let your heart harden,
Or you’ll become this flower,
A spawn of this deadly garden.


Details | Haiku | |

Are You Sure It's Spring

tiny flakes
drift like flower petals
east wind blowing spring snow


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Rhyme | |

Monsoon Girl

She recall her day when she sat by the window
And saw the defiled sky to brace up on with spiritual phantasm
Of some demonic begrudges – amassing and making
The flushing spirit of the late evening merriments and bichrome realism.
 
She beshrewed the iniquity rushing by, but it pelted upon
It bastardized her against the immorality of the nature
And she held up with no parole and desires…
She felt herself interred to the nature that despair.
 
The inquity that brigthened with thunderclaps and silver storm
She averted her fear and assailed against this rage
Acquainted herself with the nature she forefended
Pounded for few moments and synced with the lifelike stage.
 
She clapped, she laughed, she fantasied with the zesty consequence
She danced, she danced with the drops falling from the sky,
She sung her own rhythm catching her steps divine
The music prolonged as the clouds lightened and twittery lyrics whistled thereby.
 
Enduring the theme, she limned in her imagination
A life she yearned-for, A life she was not expecting
She painted in her heart an amorist she was looking for
Holding his hand she balled on the miry stage with pavan relieving.
 
The lust she felt over her drizzly body
Closed her eyes as she felt the touch of his lips on her belly
He took hold of her waist and she accured the fanciful time with reverence
She dangled holding the dampen trunk of a tree, and embraced her amorist 
temptingly.
 
The flushing spirit that bestowed with mightiness and relief
She glittered with love, spirit, esteem and belief
All of a sudden she roused from her phantasies 
Withal the monsoon girl lived her day, ceasing all her grief.


Details | Haiku | |

Cry Me A River

at the mouth of cave
aqua insurgent brushstrokes
cry me a river


Details | Narrative | |

Iris of Poetry

Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
this time...



Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.

A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet

The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.


Details | Rengay | |

Run Away Together

Let's run away let us go far together let us leave the world We will run to the mountain there we will find billy goats There living we'll be with only Mother Nature to be our neighbor This is my dream forever I can't wait till it happens.


Details | Free verse | |

Earthbound

I will remember whispers on the breeze.
Perfumed incense, honeysuckle sighs.
Firelight smouldering
Earthbound spirits draped in starlight.
Dark’ning skies
Reflecting maiden moon.
 
I will remember voices in the storm.
Shadows cloaked in midnight promises.
Swirling silver streams.
Earthbound spirits weaving dreams of 
Dark desire
Reflecting moonless night.
  
I will remember echoes on the wind.
Serpent smiles, mistress of enchantment.
Belladonna eyes.
Earthbound spirits sacrificing 
Tears of blood
Reflecting changeling moon.

I will remember, shadows in the mist.
Your gentle voice a distant memory.
I sense your presence
Earthbound spirit dancing through the
Veil of death
Reflecting endless twilight.


Details | Free verse | |

As I lay Upon Mother earth

Wishful thinking
rests upon soft summer 
butterfly wings
warm breeze
swims across my body
taking with it
my
thoughts, dreams,wishes
now they float, high
above the endless 
clouds, like seeds
from an empty 
dandelion stem
suns rays
wrap me in an invisible
blanket of comfort
tiny, speckles of wet
dew drops from morning
when God kissed the ground
As I lay, feeling
the touch of mother earth
I drift to dream freely
my Native ancestors
dancing and chanting
the songs of my people
the Chickasaw
A sudden itch on my nose
brings me back to the present
and as my sleepy eyes lift
from crescent slivers 
to full dark chocolate moons
I watch as a monarch
dance across my face
and kisses my cheek with
its powdery wing
as it travels
above the endless clouds
like the dandelion seeds


Details | Rhyme | |

The Thunderstorm

As the storm soars in
with its ominous blend,
it swirls clouds of rubbish
with a surging gale wind.

Bolts of lightning
dance in the sky,
as the darkness of the mass
slowly passes by.

A forced mass of rain
suddenly begins pouring,
swaying with the wind,
with thunder claps roaring.

Streaks of lightning
stretch to the ground,
as the vicious sky rumbles
with an echoing sound.

The surging shower
became a downpour of hail,
bouncing off the ground
as hard as it fell.

In just seconds, it stops,
and calmness fills the air.
The sound of silence
is heard everywhere.

The sky grows lighter
as the storm soars away,
then glaring rays of sunlight
once again brightens the day.

Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Published by Publish America


Details | Sonnet | |

Never-Ending

In the center I sit.
Unraveling a core,
I lay it by the shore.
It’s a wondrous fit.
 
It is in pieces by a bit.
It sails an ocean floor.
It has a rip where tore.
It makes the seas split.
 
It travels day and night.
A never-ending drift,
It is brilliantly bright.
Moving along so swift!
 
It travels a path lit by a Star,
Rendering miles that are afar!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


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 | I do not know? | |

KEEP THE MONSTER AWAY

              As the saying goes,an apple a day will keep the doctor away
                                   But what is a worm to do
                               I lie in a apple close to the core
               Ever so often i slither up to my brown bedroom door
                              I stick my head out to peek at the world
                              To my surprise,there's a monster out there
                                     Picking apples real fast
                                I held my breath,i could only gasp
                                     My heart was thumping
                  The apples were bumping in a basket down below
                   A monster reached out and grabbed my home
                    Opened his mouth,of long white teeth
                     Said ,''im hungry'', i need something to eat
                     My heart stood still,i couldn't breath
                     Thought this would be the end of me.
                                                                                                                                                    


Details | Rhyme | |

Like A Rose

They say that love is like a rose
That stems to scrape the scattered sky.
But in their poetry and prose
They always fail to specify
The nature of the soil from which
A flower budding upwards flows.
A fissure of alluvium, rich;
A sylvan tower from it grows.
My love pertains to more than just
The stem, the thorns, the lovely rose.
My love for soil and ash and dust
And grass on which I may repose
Is just as swift as that towards
The bud. So then let me propose
To fit ourselves with pens not swords
And wallow in the verdant rows,
The world to which I am attached.
And that profound devotion knows
My love to my beloved’s matched.


Details | Personification | |

Step by Step

Yiddy awdy those ticks are here to stay.
Here and there but everywhere astray.
 
Tick tack I am going to laugh at that.
On the Moon or on the Sun I have sat.
 
Jump started or kick started my day has begun.
I’m holding a life of lifetimes on the go or run.
 
Yicky yacky just what is it that I am to do?
Run all over the galaxies in search of you?
 
Shucks you mucks, I’d do it all over again.
But from time to time you stop when I begin.
 
It’s a life of life’s bundling into one row.
Yet it is step by step in which it can grow.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Verse | |

Along the Cottage Kitchen Garden Wall

The heavy odor of lavender polish softly opened the door
Peeling paint  family holiday  house timber-slated chairs
Orange-flower water the  tick-tock of the grandfather clock
Pruning orange fruit  trees  which  grew behind the house
Sunlight streaming into the room through sloping window
onto  a table, box of cigarettes a  carved  pipe and a photo. 
Hanging from the mirror by  two ribbons,  a little plush hat.
Sweet  air scented  with potting earth  and  horse manure
A valley  tumbled into a blue-green canopy of forest gums
Humming sofly  under her breath  they  threaded their way
Glittering  eyes  rain dripping  eyelashes  corkscrew  curls
Living in a woodland forest cottage like country princesses
White painted railings polished wooden floors glass inset
Orchards laden with blossoms, tea on the valley verandah
White chocolate eclairs rosehip  apple and Lady Grey teas
Vegetable garden ,lavender ,daisies , foxgloves and roses.
Thicket of hazel,holly and brambles coated the under slope
Antique French doors large wooden shutters,blue tint spiral
An  orchard   that  glows red  in  the sunset  from  the studio
Glimpse of  fine  white teeth, challenging smile  fan aflutter 
Enchanted room night of candlelight sweetly familiar odors
Catching tadpoles +  baby frogs in the lilly and crocus pond


Details | Free verse | |

without witness- for you

Once again we are here
at the edge of the world
me and you
facing each other over the roar of endings

I know who we are
there is no one else 
we are the only ones here

prior to this was so temporary
even when I think of the tanks, full, ready
for the endless choices of skin, texture and refinement

at this point
we together briefly understand our separation

Know
that part of you is within me
and we are only one splitting into two

without witness



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Details | Free verse | |

No Friends At My Call

There are no butterflies as yesterday at eve, no birds that sing only quiet ease
Is it too early? Have I arisen before they? Where are the feeders, on the nest far away?
Have they left for a far country to spend the short winter's day?
Where are the ones that entertain me? I am distrubed today...

Maybe I should explore more carefully to see what has happened in the yard..
Is there a cougar or a bobcat? Or housecat that fear arouse....

How can I make it without my lovely friends?
I will have to buy some storebought and try to fence them in..

Maybe they will come later or what if not at all...
I will be sad and lonely with no friends at my call...

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Details | Haiku | |

Morning...

The morning's stillness
Its' beauty surrounds us all
Glory be to God


Details | Lyric | |

I'm New

I’m new internally….
If you cut me I will bleed,
But I’m new true indeed.

Created by my maturity, I will prosper with security
And all my dreams will come true; because I am new….

No longer playing silly games
No longer fantasize
No longer playing silly games
No longer compromise

During the day I feel the same, pray I won’t go insane
Clouds have given me thunderous rain, but I walk with open eyes.
Aware God has me clear in sight…..I no longer run, I stand, I fight.
And when there are no stars at night.
My vision still sees a beautiful sight.
Because I’m New.


Details | Free verse | |

Oh Woe, Oh Woe, The Sky She Knows

Oh woe, oh woe, the sky she knows,
the folly of our ways. 

That grounded hearts can never soar, 
The birds they see the sky no more. 
The human mind has none in store,
The clouds and grass, they merged.

Oh woe, oh woe, oh tragedy, 
the grass she knows our follies. 

The smallest ant, the lowest worm,
the very dirt still yearns
to see the sky;
none exists for the human mind.

Oh tell me why.

Oh woe, Oh woe, oh heart of snow, 

Where every heart's so cold, so cold
and every tear is frozen so,
oh tell me why, oh woe. 

Oh woe, oh woe, the starry night, 
whose celestial hope is still as bright, 
will call to us to hear it's sign
and join our hands and say goodbye. 

Why is there not a grain of love, 
to share our hopes with clouds above? 
To sing our gracious melody and part our hateful rhapsodies?

Oh woe, oh woe, the earth she sows 
her tears into the clouds.  

That every skinned and furry paw,
could forget their flaws and be alive,
eternal children of the flowing sky
and tenants of the lands of love;
...we never saw.


Details | Rhyme | |

Juliet

Juliet,
she hears him.
He is near.

He is waiting
for her,
HER

to appear.

A day can seem so long
when the heart
counts microseconds
lovers are apart.

But it is now
and Juliet will stand
where she had planned to be
as if unplanned.

She's beautiful,
young, 
dressed in verdant green;
nature's princess
who waits
to be a queen.

She's elegant
upon her parapet.
She knows,
she makes her pose;
our Juliet.

While somewhere in the greenery below,
anticipating,
waiting:
Romeo.

She know he's there
She waits
She is a tease.

A tremble starts
somewhere
near his knees.

She knows;
she has the power;
she has the eggs.

He starts to serenade her
with his legs.


Details | Narrative | |

Walking next to nature

Exuberant
different shades
of grasses
bushes
and trees
along paths
rivers
meandering
to and from
deltas
in valleys
across
the rain forests
making
all creatures
dance 
to natural
rhythms
celebrating
all that is 
breathing
and 
walking
next
to nature


Details | Lyric | |

Forest-Flame

A tale of warning for these times
This world holds more than you will find
Until you stumble into mind
Within the woodland lost inside

As we awaken, into pain
The broken emptiness and shame
We will misplace our brightest flame
The self we journey to find again

In moonlit whispers, we brave the cold
With shadows stalking through the snow
Approaching a forest, so alone
Our spirit guide waiting at home

A wood that’s thickened by this night
Our sadness darkened in this light
We stumble forward, filled with fright
A movement swallowing our sight

Our senses count the crushing beat
A heart of ice beneath our feet
The path is hidden under sleet
These bonds of fear are now complete

Frozen, empty; ensnared by dread
We hear the haunting call of death
The forest living, we now see its depths
Our mind expanding to its breadth

Through hallowed pillars filled with eyes
Through water, fire, earth and sky
Entangled visions unravelling lies
Our fears will fade and sun will rise

In sunlit whispers, we’re no longer cold
Its flame begins to make us whole
We’re through the forest; not alone
Because we never left our home


Details | Free verse | |

In quest of love

I slide along the edge of the stream,
Crossing the narrow road leading to it,
Search in the depth of the fussed ocean,
To find the portion reserved for me.

I wander throughout the space,
Tracking the silvery, sparkled stars;
Conspicuously, I've been so exhausted,
My naive heart chose not to surrender!

I interrogate the reflective could,
It points me to the house of obscurity,
I hasten to go to the peaceful spot,
There was not even the shadow of it!

I had even walked out of boundaries,
To know whether which direction it took,
I crapped out an fell on the wrong road.
I, however, was hopeful and undismayed!

Lastly, a quiescent mind appealing me,
Thus, my heart plunges under the ocean,
To strike out the accuracy of the true love,
Meanwhile, I still hope that it will discern it!


Details | Haiku | |

El Arbor del Angel

Midnight sweeps the earth..
	Angels drift to silver trees
		To sing them to sleep..


Details | Sonnet | |

The Embracing

I cut through tedious chit-chat,
Null knick-knacks!
Zap Idiotic whacks!
I tip toe tapping atop pitters pat.
I’m your best bet seated where you once sat.
Smearing out your tad-bit lacks,
Running them out by the packs,
I tip my hat fancying you purr like my fat-cat.

Up and away my hands shall uplift weights like you.
In and out of reality I’ll take you with me everywhere.
If only you knew how well I’m too do getting through.
Do you think one day to obtain me to be eh unaware?

Personally, I’d charge a big fat whacked out idiotic fee for the likes of thee,
I’m declared as freely expressing many pleasures for the embracing of me.

® Registered: 2010 Ann Rich


Details | Free verse | |

Summer Life as a Kid

Sweet Summer breeze
scraped n' bruise covered knees
sidewalk chalk marks on your jeans
torn clothes, worn as badges of Adventure
popsicle stained lips
secret crush kisses
Summer life as a kid
I truly miss it

Snatching fireflies from the skies
watching sunsets dashed with
cayenne pepper cotton candy
clouds
Sunnies nibbling toes
filled with stale bread from mom
kick the can, truth or dare, hide & go seek
mud pie smiles, warm chocolate chip cookies to eat
Summer life as a kid
I truly miss it

Grandmas sweet tea conversations on the porch
covert midnight campfires with friends
from spying little sisters
Ghost stories to tell, marshmallows to toast
climbing trees, fairy tale dreams
being the first one picked
for the kickball team
Summer life as a kid
I truly miss it


Details | Haiku | |

Daydream

fog drifts in and out of present tense daydream


Details | I do not know? | |

Earth, a tale for the aliens

The way earth was born  
a loud big bang . 
The wind blew 
and the leaves sang.
And thus the growth of life started  
a cycle very much repeated.

And then they arrived
creatures with two legs and pride .
Humans as they came to be called 
destroyed everything even the forest
that blocked their stride
to enjoye their life to the fullest.

They  remade matter
in an open cloud vomiting structure.
These nasty clouds used to scatter 
here , there and everywhere
killing the fine green threads of the soil
and their breathing material –the air.

And later
earth lost patience and grew red with rage
the most disastrous stage .
Violent volcanoes earth quakes and what not.
They had to face the wrath 
the consequence of their chosen path.

Then skitter asked his alien mother 
so did it fall in a pit
or join the dead in the pyre 
the mass of soil and water 
earth as how they called it.

She replied with wonder-
son,everything born has to end 
it is the debt they have pay to the creator.


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

Misty Morning

As light peeps through the silent trees
to touch the damp and mossy earth,
the birds pay homage to creation -
singing in sweet jubilation.

While a young fawn grazes peacefully
along the edge of the tranquil valley,
falls an early morning shower -
God in His gentle power.

It is a rain-drenched misty morning
as the dewdrop kisses the blossom;
it is another fresh beginning 
as He rules each living thing.

How silent is the dark rain forest
but for beasts crying from the nest,
fishes splashing on crystal water,
wings fluttering above in the air.

Beneath the sky’s great canopy
is this lush garden that I see;
on this new morning that I greet
comes a renewal of my faith.


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Natures Cycle - Rain REVISED

Rain drops fall on the window pane
Drenching, quenching earth's thirst.
Caught by the river, rushing toward the sea.
The river's mouth kisses the salty delta 
Run toward open water, pushing out to sea.

Salt water rises in tropical heat,
Condensing into billowy, briny forms
Pushed by a powerful westerly flow 
Clouds drop their gifts back onto the glass
Rain drops gently from the sky.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Waltz upon a Leaf

Teetering on a tangent this pearlescent dew drop
Balancing midrib, it is but
A breath away from oblivion's slide, yet
Held in place by Mother Nature’s lace

A globule of life
An ocean full of microbes surfing its globe
Pirouetting with life’s balance it quivers in its emerald valley
Blinding sunrays bleeding colourful apparitions

From this tiny orb, a disco ball
Where butterflies ballet
A Sundance in glitter
A glide to nature’s symphony

A waltz upon a leaf



19 Aug. 2014


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Heartthrob

 “I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”

                     A Rambling Poet




One path finds the door
Traveled only from the heart
Through the eyes to life

Hovering about
Dragonflies of all colors
Dancing with sunshine

A mystery world
Sparkling glass dimpled with life
Guarded by cattails

Nervous chatters above behold
A strange sense of company
I watch a miracle unfold
From behind a red oak tree

I hold my breath, don’t make a sound
Slowly peeking bit by bit
Tugging, jumping and playing around
Four unaware fox kits

The wind became my enemy
My scent from it they stole
No hesitation, instantly
They scampered down their hole

Astonished, I ponder what a rare sight I had just witnessed.
The tranquility of being surrounded by huge trees envelops me as I walk around the pond’s edge. 
Led by a bullfrog’s ballad, I hone in on its stage location.
Startled, the frog leaps into its safe haven and disappears into thick vegetation.
The setting sun glimmers in the wake of the bullfrog, as does my reflection.
I watch until the water’s surface is smooth again.
A rustling in the brush directs my attention to a doe and her fawn wandering in search of a tender morsel.
The long shadows of dusk begin a tale of nocturnal beauty, a revelry to the nightlife to dance with a miracle world.
Content, I find myself back at the threshold of my heart.
Leaving the world that will some day surround me, a horn blaring taxi barely misses me.



Haiku, Rhyme, Narrative

Randy Steele

Three Gems contest

August 7, 2011















  


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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 | |

The Ocean Haiku

The thundering sound

The waves bring saltwater smell

Breath and feel the breeze


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Whimsical Thoughts

The winding lane twists and turns
as it meanders up hill and down dale
stretching far ahead, a silvery thread
glistening and glinting, beckoning me on

Peaceful countryside noises abound in the air
cooing of woodpigeons, rapid tapping of woodpecker
raucous cries of rooks nesting in the trees nearby 
low mooing of cows and bleats from the young lambs

As I journey onwards beneath the vibrant blues skies
I come to a brow and there stretched out before me
a landscape so picture perfect it moves me to tears
verdant hues of green from the meadows, scent filled air

This is where I want to be and to grow gracefully old
to put down my roots and settle in this peaceful vale
to wake each day to the glories of nature each different
something new to catch my eye and fill me with delight

A place to rest with natures bounteous treasures spread
to revive a weary soul, to heal the ravishes of every day life


Details | Rhyme | |

wood tick

Ever wonder about a wood tick
Does it have a dick
Will it only bite a hick
If you chucked it at a window will it stick
could it ever get sick
can you smash it with a brick
Is male wood ticks attracted to a chick
Do you think its too small to kick
Are they really that slick
Do they play magic tricks disappearing under you skin like a prick
Are they fat considering they are thick
Has one ever gave you a lick
Do they come from a stick
I don't know, rather light em up with a wick


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 | |

Cold

May 22

I was sitting in my backyard tonight
watching the sun set.
The moon was out and there was one star,
one bright star sitting above the western horizon.

As the sun began to set
it got colder,
but it was a good kind of cold.

Not the kind of coldness
 that reaches into my bones
and leaves me shivering.
It just settles on my skin
and slowly burns away.


Details | Sonnet | |

Lazily Lay Two Yellow Jackets

The two yellow jackets lazily lay
Upon the chilled turnip leaf 
This November autumnial day
Waiting to be warmed in the noon day sun

Maybe they're in love hoping above hope
To be spared many eggs somewhere to lay
New life to come next spring_ summer in scope
Sometimes yellow jackets mix in raked hay

Where their nest was disturbed on a fall eve
By tractors with blades that cut luscious grass
Then are caught in spinning baler in weave
That makes them so mad they come out fighting

Two yellow jackets lazily lay waiting
Glad there is a chance for them this day_mating


Details | Tanka | |

Red Hair

Her hair a bright red In the autumn of her life Wind blew through strands shed Soon winter will come with white Coating auburn hair 'pon ground


Details | Free verse | |

From her Cocoon

She sits over her writings, a chrysalis, a solitary form.
All of her adventures are tucked in her mind this morn.
Her poetry is meant to half make you laugh or weep.
Her stories are soulful with multiple twists to reap.
Her husband peeks at her ideas before going to work…
She can’t wait to discuss the results back and forth.
She’ll revise a little, but not the main inspirational theme.
This poem is the result of a days’ insightful dream. 

She’s a butterfly who may never come out from her cocoon.
But she’s safe, warm, and happy… with your reading a boon.
There are always those admirers awaiting her final results.
Like a butterfly’s wings the words tarry, till they finally bust forth.
She helps others understand… they’re not alone…any more…
With a moment of her presence and beautiful, unfurling heart.
Then she’ll hide away back in her cocoon till when…
She’ll awaken, forever beginning the cycle… anew, again.

 


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Rocky Mountain High

There's nothing like the smell of fresh air
So come join me on this expedition there

High above the canyon ridges
Of Colorado's mountain's and bridges

Pikes Peak Cheyenne to name a few
But let me tell you oh what the view

For there are fresh water streams
Cascading down the slopes of green

Then there are countless winding and twisting roads
Slowing down the engines cargo load

Top of Cheyenne's peak
You can almost hear God speak

Voices in the wind
Not to hear it would be such a sin

And if your lucky enough even capture an eagle in flight
Encirciling Pikes Peak now wouldn't that be a sight

So for your next viva vacation
Remember the mountains of Colorado who also holds great sensations


Details | Couplet | |

Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.


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NEW MOON



ballerina throws wavy strands into mauve sky… rainfall ©


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A Reflection

As I sit beside a lake,
I look down for heavens sake. 
A reflection to appear. 
For the ripples of life is nearly here. 

This person staring back at me. 
I do not know. 
Is it me?
Or is it someone else. 

The waters has calmed
And all I hear are the psalms. 
Sung by the angels up above
And I wish I could feel their love. 

This journey we are given. 
To find ourselves and what we believe in. 
Takes no longer than a lifetime
But merely feels like an illusion to me. 

Like a little acorn being planted to be a beautiful tree. 
I will live in this world to make people believe. 
There's always the good and the bad
But what about hope?

Don't we need that too?
Of course we do. 
The balance of nature and life is necessary 
And without it, we are nothing. 

Imagine the whole universe, 
We are only a tiny grain of sand. 
But even the littlest person can make a difference. 
No matter how big or small
Short or tall
We were given a mouth to be spoken with. 

This journey is hard and righteous
But as long as I am courageous,
I will be happy and contagious. 
And the whole world will see me for who I am. 


Details | Free verse | |

Eyes Closed

I close my eyes
Feel deep inside
My wakened heart
A brand new start
Because your eyes
Have me beguiled.

The sheer presence 
Of your essence
So close to mine
As if entwined
My spirit light
And I can fly.

Fly over lake
And mountain range
Over valleys
And hills so green
Over meadows
Where the sheep roam.

If it's a dream
Don't wake me please
Let me fly more
Our souls to soar
Till when I wake
The dream remains.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 05.19.10

(In this poem, I wanted to keep the four syllable count in each line. Thanks for reading, 
Caroline.)


Details | Haiku | |

A COW"S LIFE(Haiku)

Autumn on the farm,
Cows busy chewing their cuds,
Waiting to be milked.





I love cows!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Blinds and Pane

Through the dark still summer's night,
'bove waves of sea-green foam,
speeds a beam of dim moonlight
that's left its lunar home...
Easily it makes its way,
as nature was intending,
through Heaven's gate
its path is straight,
not circular or bending.
Between the stars, and fields of grain
it sets the world a glow,
as it slips between the blinds and pane
of a single house below...
It lands upon a snuggled pair,
for its path was true (and chosen).
A kiss they share, their bodies bare
they're lovers interwoven...
Copyright © 2007


Details | Pantoum | |

A Psychedelic Pantoum

A vivid green cat strolled fast across the ceiling
As the wolves disappeared into the walls
The sky was stumbling neatly underfoot
And birds perched high above in the roots of deep blue trees

As the wolves disappeared into the walls
Bright clouds growled, thick with lightning
And birds perched high above in the roots of deep blue trees
While I dreamt out loud, silently snoring underwater

Bright clouds growled, thick with lightning
Dark stones shone with brilliant thunder
While I dreamt out loud, silently snoring underwater
Obliviously aware of nothing at all

Dark stones shone with brilliant thunder
The sky was stumbling neatly underfoot
Obliviously aware of nothing at all
A vivid green cat strolled fast across the ceiling


Details | Quatrain | |

Magic journey

"I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination"
A Rambling Poet 

destiny takes me to a fine stallion,
a gift from my lad as he vowed,
she is the best steed in a million,
the most enchanting and proud.

We mount, hands entwined in rapture,
but after her first trot, most astonished,
as a movement of undulating nature,
and a slow ascent is accomplished.

Our hearts brimming with elation, 
muted souls soar through the sky,
miles away from our imagination,
the diminishing earth below does lie.

like restless birds of spring days,
reluctant to retire,
the silhouette of feminine grace,
in awe, we admire.

The crystal blue lakes
tie strips of satin ribbons
On emerald spread 

From up above,
perils of earth evanescing,
from up above,
meandering through pristine clouds, 
we wander the skies breathtaking,
buoyant spirits ever rising,
from up above.

Quatrain Haiku Rondelet

Name: Sharon Well

Contest name: Three Gems

Date poem written: 07/29/11



Details | Senryu | |

What Time Is It

spring ahead fall back
tick...tock....tick...tock ...  just ticking ...
waiting for Winter 





Gotta Just Love That White Stuff   LOL


Winter Is My Chose For Season Senryu


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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There are Fairies at the bottom of my garden

There are Fairies at the bottom of my garden
And they visit every evening, for a dance
They are lovely to behold and very welcome
I just wish they didn’t trample on my plants
Their favourite dance appears to be the Salsa
They do it with such style and aplomb
Much better than last week when they were jivin’
It appeared they’d hit the garden with a bomb
So I do believe in Fairies, ‘cos I’ve seen them
And every night I watch them, in a trance
They are graceful and delightful and enchanting
“Oi, Tinkerbell, get off my bloody plants”


©  John W Fenn  14-07-2009


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All that Glitters---

All that Glitters….

The stars have left their mark 
upon the sapphire blue of night.
Bits and pieces part, glimmer, glitter
a shattering of shards
Shaken from the hollowed kaleidoscope 
of moonlight and comet tails~
from the exhaustive flight of jet contrails.
Darned are the remnants of gloss tickling
against the omnipresent prism…
Twist, shake, and scatter, these tantalizing delights
	Upon the cheek of morn
Upon the noon tide and oceans wide
Bits and pieces part, glimmer, glitter
a shattering of shards
                        caste from 
the sapphire brim of heedless night.

Poet:D. Guzzi
Contest: Glow of Glitter  


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I Wish You Could

"Whose woods these are I think I know"
I'll walk awhile in the light snow

Maybe I'll see a Christmas tree
Wild Holly berries_just sightsee

These wood end at beautiful quay
Ocean's song lures to be carefree

The quay is long solidly built_ stores
And shopes with goods along these shores

I'll walk this way though circle back
Through the woods by the hermit's shack

A nice long trek through winter's woods
I'm glad I went I wish you could....

First line a direct quote from Robert Frost"s 
poem "Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening"

#2..A Winter's Walk
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Winter Couplet
Click on
"About This Poem"


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The Lips My Lips Have Kissed

Summer was here I enjoyed it not
Heat and humidity did not hit the spot
Spring now a different thing_in spring_love
Slightly warm days flashing of color, Dove
Blooms from bulbs_so many shades of green
Upon the trees_renewal of all seen
Fall is almost here banishing summer
Shorter days_cooler nights_welcome color
When winter comes blowing fall asunder
Barren trees_cold days even nights colder
Then the memory of the flavored kiss
Rose flavored kiss under the rose trellis


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Moon Dance Dreams

Dance around the moon glowing from within not only once but twice Fly amongst the stars with eyes tightly shut dreaming in your bed Shout into deep moon craters the heart songs echoing in your head Happily, awaken at dawn's first light with memories to entice


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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 | Rhyme | |

A Frog's Life

Would it be fun to be a frog?
Think you'll like it? What could go wrong?
You would hop around everywhere you went,
Living life with your knees always bent.
Your skin can be many different colors,
You would croak instead of a haller.
Your favorite snacks will be bugs,
Catching them only with your tongue.
Your home is anywhere you want it to be,
You could live up in a tree.
Or how about on the ground?
Be careful there, cause you're easily found.
When your peacefully sleeping,
Your predators could be creeping.
So hide really good at night,
That's when some animals come out for a bite!
A hawk, an owl, or even an eagle,
Will be out and about for more than a mingle.
There's also foxes, snakes, and raccoons.
A frog is one of their favorite foods.
So sleep with one eye always open,
Then nothing can eat you, at least you are hoping.


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond Nightfall (contest)

The sun goes down
It sets in the West.

Darkness covers us
Like a thick blanket.

The twinkling of stars
Fill the sky up above.

The moon casts light
On the world below.

Animal noises fill the air
Mother Nature’s concert.


Details | Epyllion | |

The Touch of Truth

I met the beauty, an eye to an eye,
seems, like the sea with its spreaded arms claps to meet the shore.
I spoke the words, a truth from the heart,
seems,like the sky with its cotton fields waits for a shower on the earth.
 
I felt the thirst… for the first meet,
seems, like the cold winter night waits,
 ….to meet the warmth of the daylight.
I touched my soul….for the first prayer for my love,
seems, like the calmness from olive branches of the dove.
 
I heard the voice…the voice from her eyes,
seems, like the nature speaks herself of her beauty.
I saw the dream, an angel infront of my eyes,
seems, like the legends meets the history of a life.
 
I fell in love to the ocean of her eyes,
seems, like a mother sacrifice herself for her new born child.
I fell in love to the nature of her mind,
seems, like nation raise their heads’ for the anthem of their land.


Details | Etheree | |

Disperse These Cretins!

Brisk
breeze blows
before grim 
gray gargoyle clouds
explode with static glee
rinsing the joyous sweat from
fleeing parents and progeny
scattering like insects in the spray
of annoyance at their sheer existence.


Details | Ballade | |

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


Details | Verse | |

Mirrored Water Reflect

.
Peace, tranquility envelope,
As on my winter stroll sauntered
Mountain high experience elope.
Spirit, mind, soul now fully aired.
Snow capped mountain picture perfect.
Lakes placid mirrored water reflect.

Click on about this poem..


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My Desert Igloo

Through giant glass panelings
impressively thick and tinted,
protecting and protective

of this impeccably efficient
industrial fortress, for ages
my desert igloo, for wages,

          I peer beyond the dusty swirls outside,
          losing count of lost decades inside.

Shielded from the noontime glare,
I survey saudi sands a-seething
for mirages mesmerizing

and, at sundown, for shadows
of oases hurriedly ascending
to the skies slowly descending.

          Time no longer stretches my patience thin.
          Friend, seems to me I've just checked in!


Details | Blank verse | |

Who is Joker

A joker
Shows himself foolish
By performing foolish acts
To make you laugh
But in fact
He mocks
In form of his jokes
To show that human beings
The bundles of errors
For, some time or other
Every one of us
Had done such foolish things
In our lives
But the worst error
We all are committing
Is the disrespect for Nature
Which in a way or other
All of us are showing
In the form of damages
To all natural gifts
In the disguise of our need
We are feeding 
Our ever growing greed
We smile at our success
Which is going to be
Our greatest failure
And if this continues
Our dark future is clear
Now just think
Who is the joker?


Details | I do not know? | |

"The Ataratic Tempest"

The passion that comes
When greeted by a storm
Is nothing I can explain
The rain, wind, thunder, and lightning
Sends a frenzy of shivers through my body
Making my every nerve numb
As the light flickers
And the thunder claps
I can feel my heart beat faster
The rain on the roof 
Like a drum
Sends my body in a rhythmic dance
The wind is my partner
As I float around
Above the ground
Leaving my worries behind


Details | Free verse | |

THE LINE

Like and Love
Dislike and Hate
Good and Great
White and Bright
Sleep and Death
Bad and Evil
Sin and Iniquity
Religious and Righteous

Between these primes
There is a Line
Once crossed
You become Bossed
By the very nature
That becomes your culture


Details | Rhyme | |

Christmas Waltz

Snowflakes waltz on cold breezes

Remembered dance steps centuries old

Changing partners on a whim

Caring not whose creation they will trim

 

Father North Wind interjects boldly

Guiding the familiar waltzing journey

As flake swirls and spin gracefully

Always retaining their individuality

 

Jack Frost, his night shift ending

Leaps and twirls from place to place

Freezing morning dew, now expanding,

Preparing for the dance troupe landing

 

Mother Nature, the definitive director

Observes diligently each intricate design

Ever mindful of their desired destination

Knowing each becomes a Christmas decoration

 

Blissfully unaware of the preparations for the show

Children awaken to blankets of snow

Hastily donning coats, caps, boots and gloves

 Father Christmas, delighted, smiles down from above


Note:  I wrote this last winter during the Christmas Season.  Hope you enjoy.  Merry Christmas !!!


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 | Sonnet | |

The Only Breed

I smoked my pipe and I found some dreams stuck in a seam.
The ancients lifted me up and I saw through crystallize glass.
As I looked the seams popped and scattered into a great mass.
The dreams were set free from my light of a shiny bright beam.
 
Now I have flashing darts in my eyes that shine as I will deem.
Now I am looking at you and you and you as green as the grass.
But that’s okay because now my eyes can gloss you up as brass.
Eventually, I will find a light inside of you with a sparkly gleam.
 
My visions are set up forth,
Free and clear with a deed.
Look to the Star of the North,
You shall find my only breed.
 
Be this to you or be this to me,
Scattered dreams in you I see.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Personification | |

Animism

Ask fate does the moon shift 

As the oceans drift apart 

With no moon in this sea of dark 

Visions slowly sank 

My dead eyes staring blank 

While i stay idle 

Forming an illusion of an isle 

Struggling to find consciousness growing weary 

Long thoughts in my head I hold dearly 

Chained as I am to body, soul and mind 

Barely scraching the surface with nothing to find 

There is not a line pourtraying a goal 

As I live peacefully with my soul 

My last drop of satisfied life that once ran rampant 

Drips to the sea of lost souls to be tampered  

Twisted and sore my vessel that I lore 

My soul began to soar higher then ever before


Details | Haiku | |

What's Your Hurry

safari escape
zebra giraffe scurring -
in natures garden


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Speaks

At the gloaming time of day When red sun has set Against silhouetted hills One of eve's asset Is when Swans touch beaks White against dark_romance sparks Veils lift, heart now speaks
Inspired by Nette's contest Not an entry...


Details | Dizain | |

Nature Soup

we must follow the recipe closely
my little brother’s eyes widen in hope
I say, if not it will turn out grossly
and he asks if we can put in some rope
I wonder if his ears work - I say nope!

the ingredients are very precise
I tell him I don’t want to do this twice
only natural elements will do
four rose petals will be enough to entice
all the children in town, to crave our stew

one smooth stone and two wild berries for taste
a sprig of pine and a flower stomped flat 
I counsel on picking, don’t chose in haste
little bit of this, little bit of that
but just enough so we will not get fat

I permit him to stir, with a clam hand
cautiously not letting in any sand
I secretly share my move, loop-D-loop
ensuring our dinner will not be bland
we shall be famous for our nature soup

Diana-Marie Bombardieri
04/19/2012
-The things we do as children;) My brother and I perfected nature soup and drank it on the regular. Nothing but water from the garden hose and gifts from mother nature- !


Details | Haiku | |

Delight

Little children play,
By the seaside, by the shore,
By the sandy coast.


Details | I do not know? | |

Into the wild

Winter has come
water banks freeze
colorful sun
drift away please.
smoke forest calm
not a sound made
frost covered palms
snowy mountain fog fades.

Little marshmallow snow drops
arrive and fall, come with me we'ell ascend
through the cocoa plants stunned crops
the coldness, old mighty nature please befriend.
golden spiral artwork of nature
within the deep land lies the bitter
like the summit, so major
always frozen the sun shines, ice glitters.

Hush now follow me
into the wild devoid of humans
seize my hand leave reality lets flee
be my crewman.
we can now sail our ship
can't forget your thinking hat
let your mind unzip, 
but i'l tell you now, we may never make it back.
sorry, that's how nature just is.


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 | 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 | Free verse | |

Tapestry

I am the sunrise and sunset weaving turquoise into grey.


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

How glorious the sunset!

One night the sunset rolled down soft and slow behind the hills afar,
and I sat rocking back and forth with rhythm in the trees as headlights drove away,
and turned my gaze from sky above where Venus and her brightest friends came 
out to play,
to tracing helter-skelter paths of tiny crimson ants criss-crossing broken bricks 
below my feet like scars,
and I thought of all the moments in my life that led me here, and how the ocean 
spreads across the world to touch the shore,
and how the mother keeps her child so close and does adore, and I thought of 
you, of but a girl, but whom I hold so dear


Details | Haiku | |

earths love

I wish to be free Fly the sky and swim the sea Breathe in the earths love


Details | Couplet | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


Details | Haiku | |

Play Misty For Me

clouds abotomy
cut with a sheer percission
play misty for me


Details | Haiku | |

575

Drip, drip, drip a drop
forever on a roof top
lil rain bubbles pop!


Details | Haiku | |

Colors of Monet

sunset paint the sky with the colors of Monet tangerine and plum


Details | Sonnet | |

Only The Strong Will Survive

       ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE
God gives not peace, it's only dreamt by man,
in all the world ,brought from catastrophe,
all things are made, since time was first began
by things upheaved so new life comes to be.

The weak must fail, be eaten by the strong,
and losers die the death along the way,
so new life grows, even if it is wrong,
there is no time the poor will have to play.

The lion who will lay down with the lamb,
will have a feast before the day is done,
and all the world will never give a damn,
nor care about the giants and their fun.

        The hunter takes his aim and fells the dove
          the weak in life are only dreaming of.


Details | Free verse | |

Do I Know You

Do I Know You?

I turn around to see myself
I am walking down another street
I pay no attention to who I am
A long black car nearly runs me down
A  moon refuses to rise over the black hills
A predatory hawk circles the sky
A dog is chased by a cat
It rains red, but weather is far from my mind
It is the way nature intended
It is the way it is meant to be
Nothing is right, everything seems wrong
Nothing is right, and another day is gone
The clouds are crying again
I am dying with the sound of the clock
I am living by the sound of the clock
The clouds are shining again
Nothing is wrong and another day begins
Nothing is wrong, everything is right
It is the way it is meant to be
It is the way nature intended
The rain stops, but weather is far from my mind
A cat is chased by a dog
A beautiful dove circles the sky
A bright orange sun peeks over the hill
A long, white car passes me by
I pay no attention to who I was
I am walking down another street
I turn around to see myself,
And I say hello


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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part II

The Med between us
The gusts make me think of you
Storms... it’s just like home.


Details | Personification | |

Sunset

The slow-falling sun shall soon kiss the sea, 
     Those two forlorn lovers to meet finally; 
The sea blushes red from feeling the warmth
     Emanating from within the sun’s hearth
Drawn always together, till distance not much, 
     Yet ever so cruelly forbidden to touch.
Horizon’s the stage to this tragic play: 
     Come and be introduced to this dying day.


Details | Haiku | |

Mossy Tunnel ~Haiku

Dark mossy tunnel
Babbling brook streams under 
Moist air surrounds dew


Details | Haiku | |

Game of Tag

march 6
spring and winter playing tag
snow then sun


Details | Free verse | |

Teardrops From Bitter Clouds

5/21/11-5/22/11

They told me it was going to be sunny
I decided to go to the beach
Blue beauty…
No, I’m not the same as you can see

I soar off like a distant train
swaying…staying
Connected to the tracks
overwhelmed by rain
You weepie...
don’t you know who made sorrow?
Wait…do not scurry
Tearless for tomorrow
because that day will bring forth
Brighter dusks…hidden beneath the surface

Wherever we roam,
I’ll collect the foam
from the attacking waves
Masked with bitterness
led by the wind
Bitter clouds sending rain
I guess I’ll remain
Home alone
And watch a pale moonlight
Shone in my withering curtains
I’m certain
There will be brighter days
in this summer vacation
that’s next in line
where we will dine
forever on a soaring tide
clueless…undefined

Overcome the clouds…
Let out victory
Let them know
The key to life is positivity
Or treasured love
Beneath the surface
In other words,
You are marvelous…a blue beauty
You are a dolphin against an unfriendly tide
Sending teardrops from bitter clouds
Never meant for harm…
Keep me away from this charm
You send from your silky…
lushing…gushing…
form brushing beside a shipwrecked terrain
Paradise lies in silky clouds
Sending irresistible rain
Sending no doubts
Or heart-breaking reminders
Pouring out acid rain from bitter clouds
Teary skies…how time flies…
Sending drenched-up memories…
Cuddling to the soul
Oh, how time flies
A cruel enemy…how time could be
a loathly fiend
Sending acid rain
From tilted clouds
immediately drains
the hour…unaware of the time

I wish I could fall in your arms
While the bitter clouds alters into charms
Remain positive and fit
Don’t lie in the ocean floor
There is a deep pit…be vigilant
Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
My smile will warm up
The cloudy day…
and send the rain
Under the water
Under the teary sea
is where our destiny will be
the lovely clouds 
will be our shrouds 
it tickles my feet
and your wiggling fins

Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
Snuggle
In my arms 


Details | Haiku | |

Colours

Canvas sky. Rainbow. Sunset, painted by nature. Hidden by rain clouds.
www.quill2ink2paper.weebly.com


Details | Terza Rima | |

Your Free

O ~ mighty eagle outstretch wings and fly
Let thy wind beneath wings lift and soar
I stand salute freedom and begin to sigh

Feathers of sweet purity
Claws and beaks of razor edging
I watch a far your maturity

Encircling heavenly domain
Snowcapped peaks valleys and bends
This essence simply can drive to o insane

Illuminated as her morning dawn
Escape my feathered friend
Oh let me capture what I've drawn


Her magesty which moveth across the broaden sky
O ~ in stealth fashion there she sails high









Details | Imagism | |

Why oh why the leaves do fall

 
I watch the trees daily change their clothes
the leaves all different colors by natures design
they hang around for days on end
then suddenly begin their final journey
falling ever so gently to the ground
a dance they perform with yearly splendor
for all to enjoy in wounderous glory.
We pile the leaves in ever higher piles
ande take great delight in jumpin among them
to feel the cool fall dampness they excrete
and also, to delight in the crunchy sound they make
wondering how long we shall be able to continue
in this most joyous of falls experiences.
When fall passes into wintery white
some leaves most brave and strong
continue to cling seemingly forever
to what has been home since their beginning
a home they seem not to want to give up
for a fate they know all to well is inevitable
the end of yet another beginning
for many more of their kind.


Details | Narrative | |

The Countryside

Born beneath the misty hills
In a world that silently heals
Where lush greenery blooms in abundance
Adorning the apple trees with magical essence.
 
As the rising sun lights up the eastern sky,
Children run towards the apple trees with dreamy eyes.
Their rosy cheeks resemble ripe apples
And they run around the countryside sprinkling seeds of love.
 
The golden rays of the sun settle upon the tranquil hills
And illuminate the hearts of a flock of sheep.
As they bathe in the holy sunlight
Purity rises up from their hearts and mingles with mist like a playful dove.
 
As the evening sets in and the western sky turns orange,
Peacocks start dancing to the tune of dew
And innocent squirrels hug the moist bluebells and daffodils gracefully
Glorifying the colourful  countryside with sheer genuineness.
 
When the night grows in a sincere way,
The moons and stars gather above the countryside.
Endowed by their enchanting light,
Angels come down to the countryside sailing on blissful winds.
 
Angels visit a celebrating waterfall
Which murmurs its own heartfelt rhythm.
They open the doors of their soul
And transform the heartfelt rhythm into lullaby.
 
Angels fly around and sing the lullaby in their divine voices,
Blessing the countryside to a peaceful sleep.
The angels knit the countryside with an aura of tenderness
And pay homage to her worth.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

If You Could Read My Mind

<                                        International waters
                                          laying down a little folk
                                          thus if you could read my mind
                                          what love we can sell




Entry For
Francine Robert's
Write Me A Lightfoot Poem

I Chose If You Could Read My Mind
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

Cytheria Orchid

Calypso red dressed in dawn’s vague morning mist
Splendor painted behind the miasmic curtain
An enigmatic temptation dripping of murk and shadow
A delicately cruel mélange lost within nature’s backdrop
A barb in the thigh of our daily pious pilgrimages
Imprisoned beneath a shallow earthy grave
Forcing and screaming it entices it’s own release
In a measured fury of escape and conquest
The fragile orchid screams a silent blossom of victory
And worshipped thanks to the morning sunshine


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Woe Is Me

Words have no more Meaning I find myself Deadlocked In an Ethiopian Night I Could go recklessly on But with what Hope? Will I Glide on? The Only thing I can find is woe only woe, only me, woe is me Voided since the start I'm contradictory in Armenia desert Mountains are more like rusty daggers pierced in my stomach; what else is there but pain? only pain, only me, pain is me


Details | Free verse | |

THE TUMBLEWEED LULLABY

Oh lord hear the lonesome cowboys lullaby, singing beneath
The vast prairie open sky.
Hush, do they not lull the restless cattle to sleep, by a soft
Undertones sweet melody.
Drifting plains men, singing of the sorrows broken hearted,
And dreaming visions of their beloved, they've left behind.
Guitar strumming minstrels, of the fire hearth, accented
By the lone harmonica, playing off in the distance
Amongst a sea of cows, and horses.
In harmonic rhythm is this grassroots orchestra, as the fiddler
Strikes up his bow to join in, and playing ever so gently along,
To harmony's rhythm.
On the rocky cliffs mixed in the sandy dunes, the heckling
Coyotes, give an eerie ambiance, to this old western chorus.
Do these desert whyly creatures, howl in perfections tune,
To the wrangler's musical beat, of these wide grassy expanses,
That they all call home.
The rattler shakes it's tail in defiance, against the munching
Prairie dog, whom got away at the last moment.
Listen closely to the sounds of