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Details | Terzanelle | |

September

"September, beautiful month of my birth, is nigh, but I cannot feel glad." September, drifting in with glow of moon, you stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves. In guise of fire, the Fall comes all too soon. Your breath grows cool. You’ll blow and loosen leaves. The hills and woodlands will reflect new hues. You stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves. In Autumn’s chill, the colors are a ruse. For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze. The hills and woodlands then reflect new hues. Though warmth may linger through your final days, old Sun is waning, yet he still seems strong! For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze. September, you’re a melancholy song. Though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk! Old sun is waning, yet he still seems strong. October looms. . . Your ending will be brusque. September, drifting in with glow of moon, though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk. In guise of fire, the Fall comes all too soon.
by Andrea Dietrich For the contest of Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ "A Poem, Please"


Details | Concrete | |

The Eternal Tree

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




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


Details | 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 | Verse | |

Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Carpe Diem | |

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn. 

~JSLambert



Details | Rhyme | |

When Time. . .

(For "Focus on Syllables" contest, by Catie Lindsey)

When time stood still, it found us two
On higher ground. A wondrous view
Lay below, for it was spread
With jasmine blossoms white and red;
And bluebells nodding in the breeze
Nearby weeping willow trees.
We stood there on that hill -
Amazed - when time stood still.

We stood between the day and night,
A radiant light in our sight,
Sun that had begun to slide
Beyond our small hill’s western side.
We watched it touch down, saw it gild
All the flowers in the field.
When all the world was good,
On verge of dusk we stood.

When time moved on, it found us then
Asleep in our old spot, a glen.
Tired at last, we’d made our way
That moonless night, until we lay
In darkening serenity.
Then awakened, we would see
The whispering of dawn
As precious time moved on. . . 


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 | Free verse | |

A Leaf

Twisting, turning,
the tiny leaf,
made  it's way to the ground.
For another of God's creations
life has ended;
A short life it may seem;
Only a season.
Such is it with the life of man.
Man is here,
only for a little season.
Time is fleeting,
and after this
Eternity!






Details | Narrative | |

King and Queen for a Day

We bound down the stairs, out into the light-of-day, and into the blue of the
misty breezes, heavily laden with the smell of wild sea salt roses that grow in 
perfusion along the winding road, that bends and turns in gentle lifts and dips to 
the other side of the bay, where it crosses the bridge and rises up and winds 
away, over the hill.

Overhead the seagulls screech and glide over the ocean spray that washes on 
the rocks on the lower banks behind our house along the Fundy Bay, where we 
run like the wind through the fields of fresh cut hay and make our  way to the 
rocky mantle below .

There in the volcanic plateau, worn smooth as glass by the constant rolling 
weight of the ocean, is our pool, known by all in our village, as ‘Lizza’s Bathtub’, 
created by the eruption of the earth’s inner core, millennia’s ago.  

We slip into the still, salty water that has been warmed beneath the blazing sun, 
and float with the perry winkles and tiny crabs and  listen to the sound of the 
ocean, that roars beneath us as it leaves in the receding tide, while we drift 
away, in our minds, my little brother the ‘King’ and I, the ‘Queen’ for a day on 
the ‘Fundy Bay’.



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 | Ballade | |

Moon and Sun

Although we meet the dying day Our sun ensconced in melting blue The moon’s held high to swing and sway Her light may sprinkle, softest hue No other reason but for you There’s a time when all stars must go When the sky can hold only two And that is when my love will grow. One night, the whitest white will stray Snowflakes sticking to dying rue The sun may flash its final ray But after that, the golden’s through And once again the night is new We’ll let the winters beauty show The fireplace our burning cue And that is when my love will grow. There is a time in early May When flowers bloom and spring is new Then laughter shakes as children play Shrieking with fun that’s over-due Who could cry today, guess a few. . . I’ve felt the sunshine’s warmest glow One day I’ll feel your warmest, too And that is when my love will grow. When sunshine fades, moon glows anew; And when she dips once more, he’ll go And when they’re in the sky, just two- And that is when my love will grow.


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 | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

While I was standing near My Autumn tree

The audio version of the Poem can also be heard on my You Tube 
Channel 'RavindraKK1' or by using  the below given URL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apYEemRpNRA

While I was standing near My Autumn tree The Sun was fading, with all its grandeur and beauty, Somewhere far, very far away amid the Poplar trees. I was in a state of enchanted stillness, Beholding the gold which was showering on me, With every gush of wind coming from the east. The earth was wrapped in a lovely darkness, Slowly the Sun rays slipped away from the hands of the evening, but It embraced the night in her arms perhaps to console its forlorn heart. I was glued with the fragrance of Autumn, while the Sun was still fading slowly, Leaving only a yellow and radish glow in the sky. The golden leaves of Poplar were still falling on me, Coming to me while flying from the Poplar tree. Suddenly the birds said adieu to me, reminding me once again the passing of time, While I was standing near my Autumn tree. Ravindra Kanpur India 4th Sept. 2011
Poem submitted in honor of Brian Strand's contest SEPTEMBER-YOUR CHOICE


Details | Couplet | |

Kiss The Rain

              Kiss The Rain


I dug the earth with sharpened blade
I turned it with that hefty spade
For hours my arms did sweat and toil
To prepare for you the soil

I made it smooth with my long rake
The stones remove and clods to break
I work to make your little heads
Warm and comfy in your beds

A furrow straight and deep I draw
And place you tender in that score
I cover you, make sure your firm
Hope your safe there with the worm

And so for now my toil is done
Its up to you the rain and sun
For I have done all that I know
To encourage you to grow

From time to time I look to see
If you have broken through for me
For I would love to see again
You soak the sun and kiss the rain


R D Seal   25 Feb 13


Details | Rhyme | |

Delicacy of Leaves

Crash! Bang! Poof! The angry leaves assault my roof
My canine friend turns end to end, and cries out with a woof
I grab my rake and take a break, enjoying autumn's show
No haste to battle Zephyr's breath, with such a fine tableau

Then a pause and silence falls, and time slows to a crawl
Molecules of red and gold in fractal loops enthrall
Leafy fingers stroke my brow, a delicate caress
Cares and worries leave my mind and harried thoughts regress

A second seems forever as I'm lost in reverie
A timeless crystal moment of deep serenity
Then I stir, my eyes unblur and I roll up my sleeves
I put my mind in focus, and begin to rake the leaves


See "About this poem" above title for the notes.


Details | Rhyme | |

Enough For All

ENOUGH FOR ALL 
by Wordancer

All the species of this world, whether mammal, fish or bird
Are provided with their food, whatever their taste
Each created for the other,
When the offspring leaves the mother
There is all the food that’s needed without waste.

The ants will feed the lizard, and in turn, it feeds the Hawk 
The flies they feed the spiders, then the frogs.
The amphibian feeds the snake 
Which the Kookaburras take 
And in time, they all feed ants inside the logs.

The logs fall from mighty trees that house and feed the tiny bees
that fertilize the plants we use as foods.
With rain and sun the crops will flourish
And when harvested, they can nourish
All the peoples in the world, if we so choose

Foods for all the nations are here in God’s Creations,
Glorious is the spirit that’s big enough to care.
Food goes where it’s needed
If our sight is not impeded 
Or we keep it for ourselves when there’s enough for all to share.

In this world of ours we’re brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers,
We’re all related by living on this earth.
Whatever we do tomorrow
Can bring happiness or sorrow
Today is when we work out what it’s worth.


Details | Narrative | |

Summer Scent

Summer scent is the smell of freedom
where we can escape the flavor of boredom
so we plan to have our vacation on the beach
where we can relax and fresh air is within our reach

The warm wind tenderly embraced my spirit
I felt excited on this first visit
on an island where refugees can find paradise
an island where spending time is wise

The dulcet breeze gently kisses lush green trees
and the mirthful sun smiles over the vast seas 
Where surfers play with gigantic waves
and are not certain on what road it paves

The fluffy clouds are smoothly sailing 
the birds are singing and harmoniously dancing
There are butterflies that are colorful in hue
like enchanted fairies changing colors from pink to blue

I need my sun block, it's time for swimming
the tables are full because later we're all eating
Ladies are smiling to many cool surfer dudes
Children are hungry seeing delicious exotic foods

I picked a shell that whispered peacefully in my ears
and we built castles that we fancied over the years
out of the small grains of white sands
and all you need is helping hands

God was really great in creating splendid wonders
that were loved by all especially the nature lovers
There are numerous oceans that are aquamarine
and abundant trees and grasses that are green

The brother sun was slowly hiding
because the sister moon was coming
I guess it was our time to pack
but there will come a time for us to go back

Go back to a place of leisure and freedom
where you'll not taste the flavor of boredom
It would be hard for us to say goodbye
because truly we will come back and say Hi!


Details | Rhyme | |

Crickets' Call


Take a flight to the tune of this night listen to the falling dew drops' song. How they whisper love talks to the flowers night long how jingles of silver moon make their love prolonged. Sound of silence captures one and all leaves murmur as they fall crickets' call. ********************************************* Contest:Melody of night-Trois par Huit Sponsor:Nette Onclaud By:kash poet Date:26th August 2012


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 | I do not know? | |

Dew of Love

Silky shadow
Reminiscent of a rivers flow 
Delicious streams
Voyage into desire
Dulcet wind playing the dew of love


Details | Free verse | |

Wrapping the Night in a Table Cloth, Stars and All.

soda sparks
and lemon juice
on every lip
and candle wick
explosion
of the champagne kind
to bubble brains
and swirl the minds
when summer limps
upon two heels
we break our vows
and kneel to feel
the rhythm of the losing heat
when soda sparks
in weak appeal
as sidewalks bend
their thoughts to me
while overactive melodies
complete themselves
in summer nights
I barely fall without a fight
and candles dim
and lights grow white
I know the drill, tonight's the night
I lick the summer off my chin
and grab September, and head on in...


Details | Free verse | |

The Universal Man

I shall live and die By my own accord Only my God may judge me To him I've proved my worth I am still here fighting It matters not what for On my ship of righteousness Headed for waters unexplored The clear night sky will darken And the clouds seem ominous I take heed to the sure signs From them I won't digress They are in the way of my dreams And hopes that fill my sails Like the wind from my heaven Keeps my skin tough as nails Evil comes to tempt me I am not immune Sometimes I play the hero Other times I'm just a fool Either way the choice is mine I make it with my free will For that's the gift he gave me And for what I fight for still The government is coming To bring a chaos they call order The line has been drawn Between two sides there is a border I feel myself being torn To choose a fate in stone Let this be a lesson Why I wander on my own Minds can be controlled I see it every day The weak wills fall like dominos That lie littering my way An obstacle before me I iron will it to the end And when the devil comes to dance with me I have already started to transcend into everything around I am the universal man my true form I shall disguise I am hiding it from this great Satan they say will come for my demise I know he will find me maybe he already has in a long gone nightmare that my soul he stole at last if I remember correctly I can't say I recall ever escaping his grip or did it ever touch me at all?


Details | Free verse | |

Crimson in the Sky



When morning comes and grass is dewed, I look beyond the window's view
The crimson sky, announces you

You spread a warmth, with revelry, you take my breath, you capture eyes
Old friend, possessor of a splendid red, you tint the clouds while passing by
O morning friend, of rising sun…reviver of my midnight bed!

Over the rooftops, over my lawn, over the crest of the early dawn

Warming,………greeting,…………….skimming along…….

You come each day, to blush my face, your gentle fingers know the way
From morning’s path, long past noon, from east to west, a well worn task
You race across the time and space, an ancient clock, while keeping pace

And as the twilight comes too soon, you blaze a trail with redder hues
And ‘tho I know how soon you’ll go… I wonder why I miss you so…?

My brilliant friend, O' setting sun, it’s time to wave a sad farewell
I wonder why, when fading dim, you play for me, a sadder song?

Yet, still I’m here, in silent awe, to watch you burn away

Slowly………fading………………………………………gone
       
                                                                                                                

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Details | Rhyme | |

The WORD

In the beginning was the WORD And the WORD was ALL – No sights no sounds No memory to recall. It filled the void From no-thing to no-where Through eons of time Before time was there. When out of the blackness Soup of the stars, The WORD spoke forth Saying here I AM and Here WE ARE. Spewing forth goodness From ITS sub-atomic being Outward bound expanding, far Beyond our human seeing. Collating and collecting Attracting, intercepting Each morsel of matter IT made; Creating the suns, swirling Constellations on the run Mother Earth, Her gardens, trees and shade. Then along came man To understand We’re not accidental, inconsequential Intergalactic dust! We’re made from the WORD And the WORD’s within Everything we see, feel, dream inside Of US. And the WORD still flows In the wind that blows And flowers that grow And every thought From our deep inner spaces; Every work of art, Every stop and start Of monuments, buildings, races. Every song ever sung and bell ever rung, Every sunset that mystified, Each symbol, scroll, letter That en-lightened US better Every laugh, smile, tear ever cried. The WORD still lingers On the tips of our fingers from Consciousness below and above. There’s simply no doubt This universe shouts: It’s all about BEING In love.


Details | Senryu | |

a lost little girl

a lost little girl
on an sunken cypress stump
waits for centuries


Details | Rhyme | |

NIGHT STILL BLOOMS



Blooms yet live Phantom buds steal then give Haunting a sealed gate that love once touched New Moonflowers open like lips long ago crushed Old vows glow, a galaxy eternally hushed Vines and stars waltz near the cottage-tomb For beyond darkened rooms Night still blooms
By Cyndi MacMillan Aug 22 2012 For Nette Onclaud's Night's Melody Contest Click on about this poem link by a beautiful painting by Kaleidoscope Moon


Details | Tanka | |

This lonely little hovel

The grainy half dusk, 
when the sun gives her last wink.
Hours spent in thought 
to leave the safe sanctity.
This lonely little hovel


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 | Couplet | |

When the air becomes visible - rainbows

The sky on days become too full
And gravity will start to pull
And capture every bubble frame
While popping corks off rich champagne
The trees will fool and start to dance
And still the time on every branch
With baron shrine and fruits to bare
The wind that strokes and blows through hair 
On top-down journeys come to pause
And settle howls with loud applause
Before acceding way too fast
They leave a trail that sprouts from past
Of flitter flatters in delight
And pitter patters out of sight
Extending dreams as arms beseech
To touch the always out of reach
Parting ways, they kiss goodnight
Before the lips close way too tight
The watermarks miraged for miles
With poppy sighs and angel smiles
A substance of the rarest rare
The healing voice of hearts that care
The silver clouds left in its wake
Remain untouched for heaven’s sake
It can’t be met from anywhere
But viewed to share the secret stare
and ponder why it’s so reborn
Transparent in its naked form  
It paints the sky with gold perhaps
For all to drink from natures tap
The air contains the future’s plot
Seen at times, at others not 
It’s written in the stars you see
Eclipsed by mind and soul-ar key
Failure amidst surrounds of air
That doesn’t mean love isn’t there


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 | Haiku | |

Placid Lake Of Green

placid lake of green
into the water i look
and see the wind pass
 


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 | Rhyme | |

The trail of the dying sun

The trail of the dying sun
told me of your tears
and the west wind
brought me your name

The river spoke
of all our fears
the ocean
felt the same

The earth waits to receive your bones
and your spirit be cradled by sky
all we are is dust and thought
dust and thought until we die


Details | Free verse | |

Strawberries And Unknown Girl

     Strawberries And Unknown Girl

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


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




Details | I do not know? | |

Moonlight

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The End

The time will come
When days will end.
All life will cease.
The end of Men.
The earth will die
With no remorse,
As nature takes
Its plotted course.
No children left
To wonder at the sky,
Asking all their questions 
With wondering eyes.
The time will come
When the sun will rise,
Only to be seen
By dead men’s eyes.
No plants to drink
The golden light,
They all will be gone
Struck dead in their plight.
The population will perish,
The world will stop;
All will be gone,
Animal, plant, human, and crop.
The time will come
When all will grow dark,
No sun left
To find the earth as its mark.
Then the wounds are too deep,
Too many to mend.
Time will be over,
The earth is dead.
The end.


Details | Lyric | |

The laughing moon

It's here now under a converted sky
Where daylight has loss it’s might
Hours before the green hills had sight, with 
splattered  hints of yellow wild flowers so bright
Now time has casts a different light
  
It here now where the heavens sings an evening song 
With twinkled lights on a moon lit prong
Dancing stars and dreaming of mars 
Its here on this transformed spot 
I will sit and jot

It is here now as I lay back on this cool grass, and write a story 
with the heavens the color of quarry
Of jeweled eyes in the skies 
that connected to stories, some disguised 
With silver spoons and astrological loons
 
On dream away, dream on by
to the earths motions and lullabies
It is here now time to take a brake
from life’s work ,and worries and heart ache 
Try it yourself remember when, you were a child
when you looked up the night and smiled amen
   

 
 
                                       


Details | Couplet | |

Autumn

Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold
 


Details | Haiku | |

Of Autumn Rush

          During Autumn Rush,
Squirrels chase scraps of acorns-
                    On trails to winter.


Details | Alliteration | |

When Time Stands Still

Leaping in barefoot abandon
Soaring every which way from Sunday
Laughter effortlessly exhaling cool breezes.

Lounging on nature’s lush carpet
Silhouette illumined by carefree serenity 
Lapping up rays and shining them back

Licorice sticks and crackers and brie
Sweet plumpness of kiwi and mango and peach 
Licking ripe juices off contented grin

Long luscious showers in waterfall glory
Swirling delightfully playfully pure
Lingering loving caresses of freshness 

Last blush of daylight’s electrical charge
Sunset yields gracefully generously kind
Lights flicker syntax where space enfolds meaning

Lay here beside me
Savor my dream
Let my enchantment touch yours


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 | I do not know? | |

MINUTES. . . . ..

Minutes are melting,
melting by the hour,
hours are shrinking,
shrinking by the day,
my dreams keep me thinking,
thinking bout the power,
as the stars keep on blinking,
having nothing to say. . . .


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 | 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 | Lyric | |

Beyond

Beyond each of our hills He leaves a valley,
beyond each arid stretch He'll place a stream.
Beyond each troubled time we may be facing,
God gives us hope and allows us to dream.

Beyond each sunlit day He made a sunset,
Beyond each moonlit night He fixed a dawn.
Beyond each daily problem we may encounter,
God is always there gently urging us on.

Beyond each planting time comes a harvest,
Beyond each harvest a separation there'll be.
Beyond each separation, an eternity to spend,
God is asking, won't you spend it with me.


Details | Free verse | |

His Blessings

Looking across the meadows where the 
wild flowers grow,
life has been recharged after the harsh
winters snow.
Cat tails dancing to the tune of summer day,
while butterflies of many colors rehearse their mid air play.
Trees with new foliage provide much needed shade,
and a stream of cool water reflects the hue of jade.
Sweet fragrance falls gently as the wind carries new seed,
God, and all His Blessings, will provide just what we need.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Denial

Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.

Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little 
empty house, but when winter comes, 
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.


Details | I do not know? | |

Leaving

Each day we face many trials
Did we make a good choice today,
For if we didn't we'll soon know
The cost is high that we will pay.

As children we only watch adults
Thats the way we all learn,
Our parents try their best to guide us
Although they are at times to stern.

They often say just you wait
Someday as adults you'll see,
But sometimes it them who forget
We are adults, they must let us be.

Every bird must learn to fly
Each child will move away,
They must live life on their own
Learn from their mistakes each day.

Can't hold us back forever
Nor make us feel guilty to leave,
Its now our life and own choice
It is ourself that we must please.


Details | Ballad | |

Cement Seedling

I don't need very much to stay alive,
a little urban rain from time to time.
It's not luxurious, here in the ground,
but I'm content with it, this life of mine.

There's not a lot for me to view from here;
the iron forest always sees to that.
It must be nice to venture past those trees;
but trapped am I, within this concrete crack.

At times, my mistress seems unfair; although,
I'm quite accustomed to this static fate;
her morning eye and moistful firmament
ensure my needs are met, despite my state.

I'm well aware her sight does take a while
to reach my herbal arms from where I stand,
but being patient is a noble trait,
and one that's helped me flourish in this land.

Oh there's no need to worry over me;
I'm quite resilient for a city weed.
I know I can't get up and rule my life;
but as I said, there's not much that I need.

But what of you, my busy human friend?
How goes the life your maker granted you?
Forgive my prying, but I'm most concerned
with all the stress that you've been going through.

You have the freedom to decide your home,
the priv'lege to decide what you will eat,
the sov'reignty to change your day's routine,
and you were gifted with nomadic feet.

I cannot say decisions aggravate,
for they are favors I have never had.
But how can one despise such dowery?
I can't imagine how that'd be so bad. 

So listen to this humble seedling's word:
before you think your life is but a curse,
take out the time to reassess your gifts;
your life could surely be a great deal worse.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Welsh rill

  old saw

scissored shades of Betsycoed
taste of yester youth's sweet tones
splashing sound of forest water
kissing shining sacred stones

Dreams of swirling druids dancing
in the faery water's rill
flash reflective thoughts of flight
The dragon tears yet spill

The druid hymn of waiting
for greed to die of want
a constant scream of tortured winds
belie the curse of can't

What matters ought to those who fought
and died that I be here
to stand beneath a blazing sky
and gaze upon the Western sea

moments of reflective thought
pondered on expressed and caught
to feed an ever growing need
To dig and rap and plant a seed
That blossoms in another mind
Repeated as the finest kind
to be forever sowing seed
To seed 
And time to spend with thee 



Details | Verse | |

It Rains This Time Of Year

Stood beneath the branches of the oak,
  Mud and dampness rising from the ground,
It rains this time of year, I think I spoke,
  When no one else was there to hang around.

In the gushing torrent on the slate,
  Surging from the roof and to the pipe,
Whispers seem to echo, resonate,
  And raindrops from my eyes I need to wipe.

For I don’t ever cry despite it seems
  That sadness shadows haunt upon my face,
It’s just the lonely rain that always teems
  This time of year and in this very place.

I see a past when chestnuts lay on grass,
  And she was like a willow, lithe and svelte,
We drank of apple wine in crystal glass,
  And in the dusk I found out how she felt.

Beside the crackling fire in the hearth,
  I tasted her and she thus tasted me,
I somehow knew we walked a separate path
  And all we built with words would never be.

As I recall she left me in the fall,
  A note upon the pillow by my head,
And at the time I didn’t care at all
  Just carved another notch upon the bed.

It was raining when she went, is raining on,
  And even now, on times, I sense her near,
So much for futile wishing, she has gone,
  I only know it rains this time of year.


Details | Rhyme | |

Run and Live

Tender torrent, week long moment
while the skies fill dark and crimson
Back lit lightning, lovely, frightening
while my heart trips over itself
Call the whisper, brother, sister
sweep the sky with your liquid eyes
Tin the rooftops, as the heart stops
waiting for thunder to stomp the air
Birds stop singing, ears are ringing
as the clomping rain pools up
Trees kiss soil, burnt turmoil
while the wind lets loose her breath
Run for cover, father, mother
beg the sky to lift you high
If you listen, brother, sister
you will hear the sound of death.


Details | Free verse | |

Wave Washed

Presence dissolved
Cresting watery fingers awash
Impressions in the sands
This cynical acquaintance
Running away
From flawless memories
In their laughter’s echo
I sat and watched
As my childhood castles
Were drank away
By the Atlantics thirst
Everyday one summer


Details | Sijo | |

Thunder Interruption

Wall shaking thunder separates me from sleep like the dawn
My dreams weave the ruckus in sensory plots and float me away
I wake with fantastic tales as the grass grows three shades greener...


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 | Sonnet | |

berserker but

Wide twisted grayed white cloud of thunder
O'er ground so hallowed waiting in asunder
A tale untold until the flash of crashing light
Unfolds to show the shattered scene of blight
What is this rack of torment in suspense
To cause this pounding redness of  intense
Can winds of Wodyn thrust valkyrie thus
The tides are wrong this singing song
Will be the end of us
The tunnel forms to take us in it's dance
As axe and sword a swing to madness trance 
Once more to see Valhalla's open door
Or wake to shaking silence on this shore
Bathed in others' blood  still yet unsure


Details | I do not know? | |

Away into Night

oceans dry away, away
and night comes to swallow the day
so to do dreams fade away, away
and become fables that old men would say


Details | I do not know? | |

Thunder

Thunder wrench my soul in two
as in your arms I'm sadly soothed
You feel like home and push my thoughts
to dwell on all the lines I've crossed.
I miss the downpour's kissing scent
and hours lazy, freely spent
on playing cards and smiling long
I miss my grandpa's humming song
Thunder don't you travel from me,
I demand you stop to get me!
Pick me up and drop me home
where I have never been alone.
I'll ride softly on your grumble
I'll slide down a lightning tremble
to the streets I've walked in summer
When you were my friend, my thunder.


Details | Verse | |

One Night In Greece

As the green-blue spread kissed horizon,
The sun died spilled on the rock,
So the crumbling salt-stained towers,
Of marble cracked rigid in shock.
Pointed fingers to clouds on Olympus,
To the old gods now centuries dead,
And their prayers and their desolate ceilings
Decayed as the heavens turned red.
The sweet juniper scents and then honey,
Flamed and bloomed dreams in the brain,
In the aniseed searing of midnight
I sat drunk at the bar once again...


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

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


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 | Haiku | |

Points of Light

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                                                         airy erosion 
                                                         stars beyond triumphal arc 
                                                         dimensions and time

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Details | Free verse | |

Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


Details | Verse | |

The Physics of Sunshine

The Physics of Sunshine

And I'm finding it hard to break through and tell you
About the physics of sunshine
And when it's all over we may find ourselves together singing out of tune
About the wishing wells and spells softly spoken in the dark

In an electric arc of promised carousel rides, candy thoughts, and whispers of coastlines
Explored and undone petals washed in rays of time and history
I'm finding it hard to explain to you
All that is misunderstood

The sunshine is warm and the particles they spin
In and out of existence
Oh, though I find myself lost within the entropic withering energy of now
Without the physics and the lyrics of sunshine cast
I could never lay these particles into you

I'm with you on this deserted but scarred terrain
Dancing with the theories of existence all entwined
In our glass of wine and our lips locked around the mirrors
Of today, colored with the existence of tomorrow

And I see you in my dreams
Often in the sunshine you are singing
Often in the darkness you are clinging to my t-shirt
And tugging at my heart through my jeans

Even in the sunshine I'm lost without you
And though gravity holds me here
The spin of our destiny still needs to be tied with string
My love inflated – bound within this universe 

My heart and fear are now time tested 
And now it is into the sunshine of another place parallel to our own
Whether in this dimension or the next one over
I'm tied to you fast forward or rewind
Our love will always be alive


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

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

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

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

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

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

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

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 



©2013 Honestly JT


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 | 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 | Free verse | |

My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 


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 | Rhyme | |

God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11



Details | Verse | |

That Girl

Everyone thinks they know that girl. At 
least they think they do. 
You know that girl that makes everyone 
laugh, and is a class clown. Who used 
to be a star athlete. And had everything 
going for her.
Yeah that girl that everyone thinks they 
know
She became homeless at the age of 16 
due to a house fire.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
Yet that girl is still laughing away and 
making everyone laugh, but isn't the 
same inside, No, Something inside of 
her changed they way she felt.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She became mentally ill, she was 
diagnosed with major depression and 
bipolar disorder. She was always under 
medication, so you never knew what 
side of her you where going to get.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
No one knew how much she hated 
hearing sirens go off, or how she 
couldn't stand seeing fire trucks. She 
struggled living her life daily.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She lost her closes friends cause she 
shut them out and nearly lost them all.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
From what I hear it's been 3 years 
since the fire and that girl is barely 
getting her sight of her future back.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is talking to her lost friends again, 
but just isn't the same for her, so she 
has to make new ones. Which means 
she has no one.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is happier now and is looking 
forward to graduating and moving on 
from this chapter of her life and letting 
go.
How do I know so much of her?, well 
"that girl" is me.Yeah that girl that 
everyone thought they knew. 
But im fine now. Sure I have my 
downfalls, but I still get up and smile. 
THAT GIRL IS ME, I AM THAT GIRL.


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OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE.
TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE FIRST TIME OUR EYES MET WE KNEW OUR LIVES WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME

AS A BABY AND TODDLER YOU MADE US SO PROUD
YOUR VERY LONG HAIR, GREEN EYES AND SMILE-
ALL THOSE GOOD LOOKS MADE YOU STAND OUT IN A CROWD
YOU STARTED TALKING EARLY WITH MANY VOICEPRINTS 
YOUR CHARM AND GOOD LOOKS HAVE NOT STOPPED SINCE
YOU LOVED YOUR DOLLS AND PRAMS-- DREAMT OF BEING A “SINGER”
 AND VERY QUICKLY LEARNED HOW TO WRAP YOUR DAD AROUND YOUR LITTLE FINGER
YOUR BIG BROTHER DEVON--BEST FRIEND AND PROTECTER 
MOST OF THE TIME YOU GOT ON PERFECTLY TOGETHER

FROM AN EARLY AGE YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE OF SWIMMING
AGE TWO AND A HALF YOU WERE ABLE AND WILLING
TO SWIM UNDER WATER AND DO MANY LENGTHS
THIS WAS CLEARLY ONE OF YOUR SPORTING STRENGTHS
AT AGE THREE YOU COULD BARELY WAIT TO START PLAYSCHOOL
“MISS INDEPENDENCE”, WAS YOUR GENERAL RULE
THE SLIDE AND JUNGLE GYM WERE YOUR FAVOURITE SPOTS
 AND TO OUR HORROR YOU WOULD CLIMB RIGHT TO THE TOP!
AT AROUND THIS TIME, YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND YOU MET-
 HE LIVED NEXT DOOR, AND HIS NAME WAS BRETT

SOON IT WAS TIME FOR  PRE-SCHOOL
YOU LOVED YOUR TEACHER--YOUR NEW FRIENDS WERE COOL
‘SPRING BONNETS’ AND THE END OF YEAR SCHOOL PLAYS
THE TEDDY BEAR CLASS GAVE YOU SOME REAL SPECIAL DAYS
NEXT WAS ‘BIG SCHOOL’ AND YOUR FIRST CLASS
WE WERE SERIOUSLY ANXIOUS BUT FOR YOU JUST ANOTHER ‘MISS INDEPENDENCE’ TASK
LETTERLAND, MATHS AND LEARNING TO READ
YOU EXCELLED AT ALL THAT WITH INCREDIBLE SPEED
YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS CONTINUED THROUGH GRADES 2, 3 AND FOUR
YOUR PLACE IN THE SWIMMING TEAM HELPED YOUR SCHOOL WIN MORE

OUR MOVE TO AUSTRALIA… SAD FAREWELLS TO YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR PETS 
BUT, GREAT EXCITEMENT YOU FELT AT ADVENTURES TO BE MET
A NEW SCHOOL--“METHODIST LADIES COLLEGE”
NEW FRIENDS--JUMPING A GRADE-- MET WITH SUCH POSITIVE COURAGE
YOU MADE US SO PROUD IN THE WAY YOU ADAPTED
MRS. WILLIAMSON SAID YOU WERE THEIR NEW CLASS ‘ASSETT’
.
THE ‘MR BEE’ SPELLING AWARD AND MANY MERITS LATER 
WE ALL GOT HOMESICK-- BUT YOUR POSITIVE NATURE DID NOT WAVER
THE DECISION WE MADE TO RETURN TO CAPE TOWN 
CAUSED YOU HEARTBROCKEN TEARS AND A PERMANENT FROWN
ONCE AGAIN A SAD FAREWELL TO YOUR NEW FOUND FRIENDS 
RETURNING TO S.A. FOR OLD ONES TO MAKE AMMENDS

IT WASN’T VERY LONG THAT YOU PICKED UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF AT ALL
 ADDED TO YOUR TALENTS WERE NOW TEAM HOCKEY AND NETBALL

AS YOU APPROACHED THE FIRST OF YOUR TEEN YEARS
WITH YOUR LOOKS AND CHARM, INEVITABLY THE BOYFRIENDS WOULD APPEAR
SHOPPING, MOVIES AND MANY PARTY SLEEP-OVERS
CHOOSING TRUE FRIENDS AND DUMPING THE LOSERS
DANCE SHOWS AND DANCING EXAMS… YOU EXCELLED AT HIP- HOP
 FUN AND OF COURSE THE DESIRE TO SHOP

THE END OF JUNIOR SCHOOL-- THE FINAL ASSEMBLY—AWARDS
TROPHIES FOR SPORTSMANSHIP AND YOUR S.R.C. PRIZE GOT MANY APPLAUDS
SAD FEELINGS AT LEAVING YOUR OLD SCHOOL BEHIND 
EXCITEMENT AT STARTING HIGH SCHOOL WOULD SOON COME TO MIND
NO PROBLEM TO YOU, IT WAS ALL JUST A BREEZE 
AS YEAR BY YEAR YOU CONTINUED TO ACHIEVE
SWIMMING AND ‘A’ TEAM HOCKY MATCHES ON THE ASTRO TURF 
YOU EVEN STARTED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF
FRIDAY AFTERNOON CHRISTIAN MEETINGS AND EVENING CHURCH YOUTH
WE WERE SO HAPPY YOU FOUND GOD AND HIS TRUTH

THE REST OF HIGH SCHOOL PASSED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE WHILE 
YOUR LIST OF ACHIEVEMENTS REMAINED EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH
YOUR ORGANISATIONAL SKILLS WERE ASTOUNDING
COPING WITH TOUGH SUBJECTS LIKE MATHS, SCIENCE AND ACCOUNTING
IN HOCKEY AND SWIMMING YOU MADE THE TOP TEAMS
NO SURPRISE AT ALL THAT SWIMMING COACHES MOVED IN ON THE SCENE.

THEY CULTIVATED YOUR TALENTS FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH
EVERY YOUR NIGHT YOUR PASSION SAW YOU DOING MANY LENGTHS
WEEKENDS OF GALA’S AND NATIONAL SWIMMING
S.A.SHORT COURSE, YOUR P.B’S, AND FAIR SHARE OF WINNING
TOGETHER WE CELEBRATED YOUR PLACE IN   W.P. SCHOOL CHAMPS THAT YEAR 
SO PROUD OF OUR BEAUTIFUL SWIMMER ALWAYS AHEAD OF HER PEERS 
.
FIRST YEAR AT UNIVERSITY YOU BECAME SO INDEPENDENT
 STARTING YOUR STUDIES AS A B.Sc. STUDENT
IT WAS ALSO THE YEAR YOU LEARNED TO DRIVE
GOT YOUR LICENSE—DAD SPOILT YOU—NEW CAR—RESPLENDENT


YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN THE LORD STILL REMAINS FIRM
AS YOU WALK AND GROW SPIRITUALLY DAILY WITH HIM

SO MUCH HAS CHANGED, AND YET SOME THINGS REMAIN
YOU BEAUTY AND TALENTS SO EASILY MAINTAINED
YOUR  LOVE OF SWIMMING AND OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENTS IN WATER
YOU KNOW WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR NO. 1 SUPPORTERS
AND NOW YOU ARE 21, SWEETHEART 
YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU-- TODAY IS JUST THE START
IT SEEMS LIKE JUST YESTERDAY THAT YOU WERE BORN—
OUR DAUGHTER~LOVES BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT~ WE ADORE
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED IN EVERY WAY 
WISHING YOU GOD’S RICHEST BLESSINGS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO OUR BABY GIRL

TO HAVE YOU AS A DAUGHTER HAS BEEN A REAL PLEASURE
-YOU HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE OUR MOST BEAUTIFUL TREASURE-

(FOOTNOTE: OUR DAUGHTER WILL BE 23 THIS YEAR, HAS COMPLETED HER BSc. AND HONOURS DEGREE’S IN PHYSIOLOGY AND GENETICS AND NOW DOING HER MASTERS DEGREE IN EXERCISE SCIENCE. SHE IS ALSO A PROFESSIONAL TRIATHLETE—DOING SWIMMING, CYCLING AND RUNNING AS ONE DISCLIPLINE)


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Mean Time

The nights are long, the weather drear,
An eastern wind blows cold and keen –
This is the mean time of the year.

The clock’s go back and winter’s here. 
Grey skies : the sun is seldom seen,
The nights are long, the weather drear.

Season of misty atmosphere,
Forgotten days that might have been.
This is the mean time of the year

When falling leaves will disappear
To leave a stark skeletal scene.
The nights are long, the weather drear.

The weeping willow sheds a tear
And silver birch looks lank and lean –
This is the mean time of the year.

Long icicles on roofs appear
Like gnashing teeth – a monster, mean.
The nights are long, the weather drear,
This is the mean time of the year.


Details | Tanka | |

A Ripple in Time

A ripple in time, we are here for a moment like fleeting vapors in this vast, great universe-- members of a divine God. Into the night sky I gaze, awed by space and time and the wide expanse of the Milky Way, a dot among endless galaxies. They spin and swirl in a dance in the gaping voids of space and blackness, their light coming to us from a time before our Earth formed. A ripple in time, we are here for a moment like fleeting vapors in this vast, great universe-- members of a divine Whole.
--for 'A Ripple In Time' Contest --written 05/05/2013


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Hammer In Hand

You always laughed at me In that funny way of yours
Standing at the door ~ looking out to see 
Wondering where you are, and will you follow me 
With hammer in hand ~ Into nature decked with 
silver and gold 

Do you possess a loving heart  with stories untold 
By now they know what  you are made of 
Reflections that come from your eyes they see 
Though they walk with you in a style of their own
Shaped into the figure of a man with beauty of a woman 

A tree in the forest is cut down shaped into the form of a goddess 
A goddess that will take us through time and back again 
Though time is an elusive thing  here as we all know 
Hammer in hand into nature decked with silver and gold 

Time means nothing when the heart is near  I am told   
Does a tree feel the pains of a cut as we do , I ask you 
I have struggled all my days with thoughts like these 
To figure out what the true meaning really is to me 
If you know can you tell me too as we walk together
With hammer in hand into nature decked with silver and gold 


Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


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Destiny's Perch

In the near future, I am going to add it all up into one big sum.
In the meantime, I am going to gather and collect my own space.
I will sift through seeds or weeds and present an enormous case.
But for sure I will hold onto every single yellow chrysanthemum.

In the near future, I am going to roll it all up sealing it by my thumb.
In the meantime, I am going to sit here with every turned about face.
I will drift through time rewinding the hands back to a God of Grace.
But for sure I will give the world a place my heart is triumphing from. 

Quickly, I will come to you,
And instantly I will be gone.
But injustice shall never do.
Nor shall a lie be my spawn.

Or at the least not on my expedient silver polished dime,
And certainly not while sitting on destiny’s perch in time!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


Details | Free verse | |

Let us walk together

Let us walk together
to a garden of flowers
beneath a clear
blue sky of spring weather

we will when we get there my love
while away time
sitting under cool shades
of sinuously swaying trees
as we listen to the mellifluous
harm of nectar sucking bees

and the enchanting songs
of flower birds and watch
as butterflies of all glorious
colors grace the place

and when we are deeply satisfied	
I will pick for you the flower
most admired by bees,
flower birds and butterflies
                                                
and we shall walk back home 
dreaming of love 
which does not wither 
as time grows old
with a vivid picture
of a never aging flower garden 
painted on our minds  


Details | Free verse | |

Self PORTRAIT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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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…


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Evaporation (Haiku)

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


Details | Ballad | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME




Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.


Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.

Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management

The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si


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Visitors

Spirits riding time, in swirling clouds, mist and fog, off the bluff they rolled.
Special thanks to James Marshall Goff for taking the time to explain haiku to me in a manner that helped me to appreciate its imagery and rigid format. "Visitors" is a spin-off from another poem "Heritage", which I wrote a few years ago and posted on PS only a few minutes ago. If the imagery and emotions I attempted to evoke fell short of your expectations, read "Heritage" and you'll tell more about what I was attempting to communicate. This is my first attempt at haiku, so do be too mean. ;-) ~<><


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The Bad King

Ana Cecilia Callejas 

Rodrigo Perez Gavilan

The Bad King 

“Lexer” was a lion who was the King of the entire animal kingdom, during his reign all the animals lived in complete harmony, they were all happy and graceful, and Lexer takes care of them and protects them. One day “Lexer” and his wife had an adorable baby lion that was named “Dylan” as he grew up Lexer teached him a lot of things since he was going to be the heir of the animal kingdom. Dylan also made a lot of friends but his best friend was Jim. Dylan and Jim spend almost all the days together, as the time passed Jim started to hang out with the Rhinos, which were the bad ones of the kingdom. Jim turned into a bad lion and started to incite Dylan to make bad things and he became also a bad lion. One day lexer got very sick and a few days later he passed away so Dylan became the king. All the animals were very sad because they loved Lexer he has been so far the best ruler of the animal kingdom. Time passed and Dylan forgot all the good things his father taught him and started to become a bad lion and a bad king. Influenced by Jim and the Rhinos that were friends with Jim Dylan started to do bad things. He put animals to fight between each other just for their amusement and had some of the animals as slaves just to be his servants, he also ordered other animals to kill so he can eat and have feasts, and this caused a lot of panic in the entire animal kingdom. Dylan mother tried to make him reconsider and change, to do all the good things his father taught him for him to be a good king but Dylan just became worse. All this caused that the animals lost his confidence towards the king and started to live just with the ones of their own kind and also began to fight with all the other animals to survive. This caused that the world became a bad place and since that moment the harmony did not existed anymore and the animals had to take care on their own.
Moral of the fable: if you are a good person and you have good values don’t let anyone to influence you and change the way you are.


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The Fisherman

Never once have I been enclosed in exhaustion
Until now - like a black woolen blanket, drenched.
I've looked and crawled and even found unceasingly 
Before screaming from the riverbank: "This Is What It's For."
But now I can hardly whisper,
Sensing, maybe, a changing tide that sends the fish away
Or remembering past moons that moved them to more fertile feasts.

Yes - both it must be.
For now the water's meandering isn't hopeful wanderlust;
It only serves to annoy me.
And is it me or has its flow slowed?
Although now more than ever I note its swiftness
In comparison with the glassy new-born lake
Or the black curmudgeonly seas.

The gulls still call but no longer in triumph.
It seems it's morphed into a dirge
Though their wings still hang a crisp angel white in the sky.
Gliding, though again more slowly,
Before snatching a fish with ease;
Now it's mockery in their squawking. 

Continuing along,
Trudging through muddy waters,
I feel more akin to washed up wood
And the log floating on
Than to the swift fishermen
Across the river.
I sit and listen to their songs
Carried by the soft wind,
Encompassing the gull and my own fragile breath 
(A song of a son lost at sea and I can't find where to put my hands).
I taste their hope in the sand and the sun
And it oozes from my eyes.


Details | Free verse | |

Four O'Clocks

I wonder how they know what time it is.
Always open at the same time each day.
Blossoms of so many different colors.
They have always truly amazed me.
How could they not be my favorites?
My colorful blooming Four O'Clocks.


Details | Haiku | |

spring garden


spring garden
butterflies play
with the blooms


Details | Sestina | |

Joy Of Different Seasons (Worst)

Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves
Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease
Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees
Joyful time fo harvest soon days a breeze
Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas
Food in bounty stored away for many days

Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days
The yard will have to be raked again and again to rid of leaves
Those garden vegetables will stored and put aside a cooking of peas
For right after Christmas comes New Years Day's fare with ease
The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze
But now all the bugs have disappeared_ gone are the bees


On New Year"s Day we will have those delicious peas
We will float into spring with all ease
On the day we will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees
As the nights grow longer and shorter the winter days
Those indominable buds show forth on the trees and soon leaves
March will come in bringing its strong breeze

Joy, oh!. joy and joy again with spring's green leaves
Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease
Newly hatched from hiding places comes those bees
Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze
In the newly planted garden_those early June peas
These wonderful times _joy of longer days

These times in life are just fun and a wonderful breeze
Then summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas
But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves
Out in the garden and in Pampas Grass thick with those bees
These times are wonderful long sunny days
Afternoons in the lazy hammock oh! what ease


How thankful that we have those great peas
Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees
Summer still has lazy days with ease
Soon those longer sunlight hours sunny sunny days
Begins to slowly fade then the change in those leaves
From the west and north come a much drier breeze

Old man winter slips in with ease, now we'll eat those dry peas
Blow wind with swift breeze, time to kill all lingering bees
By th warm fire spend our days, soon snow covers all those leaves


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Haiku 7 - aurora borealis, rainbow sunset, cosmic glory

multi-coloured lights
searching the northern sky
aurora borealis

the setting sun
painting the evening sky
in colours of the rainbow

the glory of the cosmos
unending in space and time
how miraculous!


Details | Rhyme | |

4:20, Four- Twenty, The Earth Day Birthday

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Rubaiyat | |

This Sunny Morn

The joy of awakening in a wonderful place like this
As I pull back the bedroom curtains, no place I'd rather wish
Standing on the balcony of our log cabin this sunny morn
It's a joy to have been born when surrounded in this bliss

Into our day we go having had breakfast on the shore
Every time is so much better than the times we did before
Summer going into Autumn is the time that captures our eye
Greens and colours so plenty in such wonderful decor

Once again the lake reflects the azure of the bluest sky
As we recall our thoughts of moving here, now we all see why
The wildlife roams so free just as it should really be
Fish are jumping, Eagles soaring, and buzzing Dragonflies

As we head towards our evening having walked the local trails
Looking through my eyes today at such beauty that never fails
Whilst all around stares back at me, on any given day
I'm honoured to live in a place like this, for everyday I inhale




Details | Free verse | |

Motionless is Deceptive

The frost is in my toes, 
                                         riming the up tilted boulders,
and twinkling the night sky, 
                                                  like a cold breath blown
and whooshing clear off the plateau into the arms
of the universe. 
                              Ah, standing still is spinning
all axis in step to be motion free except the heated
breath of the stars condensing and exploding.
Just diamonds or dewdrops, 
                                                   a taste of eternity
swallowed. 
                     Analyzed. 
                                        Understood. 
                                                                 And gone.
Me scrunching down, counting the meter
until full exposure. 
                                  Listening for the mating cries
of crickets absent in the last dying down of autumn.
I hold onto my self, then. 
                                               Great big hug and release.
Fall into the tumble of earth churned rock.
                                                                             No one
but me
                   to see  the castaway burning through
to my side. Call them meteorite, spore, seed planted
for tomorrow traveling the empty spaces of time
wondering when, how, where the tick tick tick
of radiation
                      changes our bodies and our minds.
To be melted down, patted onto others, cataclysmic
blown and find a way to solidify, decorate
                                                                             and blaze.


Details | Free verse | |

A Mistake of Time and Structure

    A Mistake of Time and Structure

It was forty by the formometer
The moon closed in
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was time to waste
If not It was a memory
And there it faded

It was thirty by the hidrometer
The sun fell out
It was a full end
If I remember
It was a gifted part of nothing
If not it was a clock
And there it stopped

It was twenty by the timeometer
The wind gave up
It was time with space giving way
If I remember
It was a place called winter
If not it was a thought I had
That evaporated

It was ten by the elderometer
Morning came to night
It was a place to sleep
If I remember
It was a slower moving body
If not it was a part of time
And it had passed

It was one by the nonometer
The mind froze up
It was a full stop in mid air
If I remember
It was a cold and numbing moment
If not it was a motion forward
And there was nothing there

It was zero by the outometer
And night filled in the void
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was a matter of time
If not it was a poem I wrote
And there it was in the dark


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A LANDSCAPE COVERED IN WHITE

If hadn't been for the chill
which made me peak outside,
I could have missed out on the thrill
of seeing a landscape covered in white.


Far beyond the virgin, silent forest
of firs, oaks, spruces and maples...
grotesque pine trees stand at the entrance 
as snowflakes weave a soft blanket.


Unhappy bluebirds find no melodies...
as they did in the previous seasons;
even flying is very risky, if not boring, as they land on icy logs,    
and instead of doing many miles, they limit themselves to yards.


At high noon, sunlight doesn't bring relief to trees that easily break
as their very heavy branches drip from the thick snow which freezes
like teardrops, instantly turning them into sharp, glistening icicles...
ah, winter's surliness may seem unpleasant staring at an icy lake!


It's warm and cozy being protected by four walls of sturdy bricks,
sipping hot chocolate and watching those, thick shards of ice 
suddenly crumple, making the soaked squirrels scram in surprise...
o sweet serendipity, should I go to bed and miss out on winter's tricks? 
   


Details | Haiku | |

morning dew


morning dew
the subtle sigh
of a rose


Details | Villanelle | |

Waiting for Spring

Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern
It's resting under the clear star lit sky
Forever waiting until you return

As dawn hints red I can see with concern
Clouds gather on the Horizon, snow's nigh
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern

The morning sun peeps through, but fails to burn
Thin mist  from fields, so it's left just to lie
Forever waiting until you return

So patiently wait for seasons to turn
The sun's past its zenith, how time doth fly
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern

The young skylark waits for winters adjourn
To pass the time he  sings joy  from up high
Forever waiting until you return

Day's end is here but it's hard to discern
If the ice has melted much, but we try
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern
Forever waiting until you return




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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 | Didactic | |

System Solar

            System Solar

Stars inside your heart can’t see or breathe
When you take them out and toss them to the sky
Mix them with moons, planets and thoughts of cosmic dreams
Pepper them with meteors and comets
Salt it all with sands of time designed
Particles large and small come into being to be freed
Moved on by vast speeds, weights and waves of light
That quietly takes shape.  They take their place
Allowed to nearly bend the distances by unknown forces
To stir the elements over and under and into spirals
These are not universal matters but a start
A system solar from the dark


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BRUSHSTROKES FREEZE




..,..,…,…,.,..,..,.. An artist would find hard to draw The shape of mountain without flaw As brushstrokes freeze in nature’s awe ©all rights reserved * Triplet is a three-lined poem that rhymes. Each line has the same number of syllables. ©all rights reserved .......................... For Brian Strand's TRIPLET By: nette onclaud


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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

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

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

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

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

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

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

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

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

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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Raking

The rake fans out with long slender fingers.
They’re springy, giving a bounce
as they dig in and jump up.

The handle is wood – I wear gloves
To prevent splinters and blisters.
They will not prevent the blisters.

Stroking,
Each one a lunge out and away;
Then a pull back.

Arms forward,
Shoulders back.

Arms forward,
Shoulders back.

Fingers loose,
Then tighten,

Over and over and over.

Tickles of sweat at my hat band.
The sun is hot.
The sweat cools.
Arms twitch,
Shoulders ache,
Back screams.

Forward and back.
Forward and back.

My mind slips away to somewhere else.
The time starts to slip – 
Ache forgotten – 
Lark singing – 

The house wren is back again this year
Letting the lark know he is here and wanting his share.

New spring leaves rustle,
in a God sent breeze to aid the sweat.

A cat looks at me
And settles in the shade
Wondering at my industry.

The slender fingers of the rake
Make trails in the dirt
weaving a carpet pattern between the grasses.

Ants are disturbed 
And bustle to repair the rude damage.

A toad was up rooted from his winter sleep.

Pounding — a flicker is working on the side of my house.

My aching shoulders bring me back to real time.
The piles are big.
I am Thirsty.
It must be time to join the cat.


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Somebody's Baby

Somebody’s Baby, lie still 
Embalmed in pure white cotton, 
Cocooned securely, like the babe in arms 
within the shroud. 
Seraphim cavort no more upon a form  
once touched with shades of youthful innocence.

Somebody’s Baby, be sure.
Your time for dreams now spent,
No future beckons only time captured frame by frame,
Frozen in vulgar technicolor;
Close Up; Explicit, depicting genre yet unclassified;
The epic over exposed.
 
Somebody's Baby, be silent.
Grey and gnarled  imposter in the cot
Metamorphosis contrives a landscape dry and gnarled.
No more seductress of tender ministry;
Solitary, silently; endures the travesty
Of human demise.


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Cosmos

Many civilizations have risen
and fallen; many big bangs 
and big crunch have happened;
unmoved, space reigns supreme,
leaving the definition and use of time
to us.........


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.








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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!"


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The Ghost I Knew

Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand 
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Winter Begone


Oh Winter, with your icy heart Your cold beauty sets you apart But time to ease your steely grip Soon springtime's turn must start Oh Winter, your fires burning low New life stirring in the earth below Bide your time until next year Hearts long for springtime's glow Oh Winter, we keep our love for you But long for skies of blissful blue We need to know the seasons turn And the earth once more is born anew
1/20/13


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

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


Details | Kwansaba | |

High TIDE that Binds

Rhythm develops 
everything
horrid
heavenly thoughts
misery
tones of home vibrate
livelihood exists inside
ambiance waves crash
tear shorelines
sliding through marinas
ships live n' die
by rhythm

high tide
to low the sailor knows
to schoon the great deep sea
respecting nature's violent blessing
the Bind that won't untie
excitement for the divide
all there
inside the rhythmic ride
arithmetic and music
cruising ocean blue
with the muse
the full moon at the side
providing just the perfect stride



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Cosmic Consciousness

Alone with Nature
one can feel a strange unity
with everything around
Unity that is so strong 
and overpowering
that one loses consciousness
of one's individual self

One's consciousness seems to merge
with a deeper consciousness
of the unity of all things
in nature and the cosmos
One experiences an awareness
of a deeper reality
that is impossible
to describe in words

At such moments
one has no consciousness 
of time and space
but only of that particular moment
- the infinite eternal NOW

One makes contact
with one's cosmic roots
in a dimension 
where time and space
are irrelevant
It is the synchronisation
of one's consciousness
with the absolute 
and ultimate reality
of the cosmos 




































































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Jasmine's Whisper


Jasmine's whisper fills the air chirping birds in trees paintbrush touch in distant sky coldness in the breeze. On twilight's pink wings a journey starts towards night amid Church bells' ring. ******************************* Placement: 3rd ;(October 2012) By:kash poet Date:3rd Oct.2012 Contest:Wonder of Dusk in Seguidilla Sequidilla--- is Spanish in origin: a verse with 7 lines with a syllable count of 7, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7, 5… Line 2 rhymes with Line 4,and line 5 rhymes with line 7


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-The Paradox-

What shall be the words of this page,
for nothing at this time comes to light.
I see the world as a stage,
 yet of nothing do I care to write.

This indeed is a rare time for me
for my pen has always come through,
 word after word and line upon line,
each poem,different and new.

Birds in flight and children at play
yet none of this holds my attention.
All to me is empty notice
and hardly even worth the mention.

 A paradox as a poem comes forth
when indeed I had nothing to write.
In this, a small sense of accomplishing
that has rescued me from this day's plight.


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Inhale


Heaving waves lift me
Over ageless moonlit sea –
I inhale the dark 


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Ghazal at New Dawn

To once transcend and yet remain here
A life, what was, some wind hath lain here.

A fortress sinks by fate and blood
What glory, tell, made life adorned here?

Supple trace of ill containment
So forced from death but to be chained here.

Lilac crumbs mark travels homeward
Or a path unseen to life beyond here.

How I, a rose on nested silk
Make peace at last to travel on here.


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beauty of nature

forest night in bloom glowing in sky's hazed luster… moon cloaks flowered mist Linda Marie's Contest: Beauty in Nature by nette onclaud


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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.


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Evening--Acrostic




Every sunset brings back same melancholy
veil of twilight weeps over the silent earth
even chirping crickets stop to listen to her cry
nest bound birds forget their songs for a moment
in the sky stars wake up one by one
nobody comes though my door is partly open
gardenia too forgets to send me message.







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Placement --3rd (Oct--2013)

Contest--Acrostic poem

Sponsor--Andrea Dietrich

© kash poet (kashinath karmakar)


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A New Pair of Glasses

Reflecting back on all the times we felt, that life had done us wrong, The daily struggles, the missing pieces, the days they felt so long. Without the hope inside sometimes, that life could ever change, Until one day, the lightening hit, we felt its stinging pain. Alone we were and full of fear, we sat and sometimes cried. Until we were willing, to let someone in and put aside our pride. “It’s an inside job, but let it all out", we once heard someone say. It’s up to you to make the choice, so start anew today! The daily decision to change our thoughts and all our actions too, Is not an easy task, but we’ll find our bonding glue. Not sure exactly where we’re headed, we just swiftly plod away. Remembering who we want to become, lies in our choices today. If life gets rough, just phone a friend, or take a walk outside. Breathe in fresh air and think good thoughts, and put your cares aside. Just one foot forward is all it takes to get to where He’s calling! The path is outlined for us as we go, He’ll catch you when you’re falling. Tears may come from time to time, and that’s ok, you know. For in our quest for what’s to come, they’ll be sure to help you grow. No pain, no gain we hear, but here’s the best news yet…… We’re promised a life we’d never dreamed that alone we would never get! With the laughter we’ll share, and the friends we will meet, our fears will melt away. Our gratitude for the new life we’re living will shine with each new day. A simple change in attitude will help throughout the years. Life will become like a new pair of glasses, We’ll see laughter through the tears!


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The landscape of an african soul - Tuli Circle

As dawn peers over the edge of the sky,
In a space of the lonely kopjes and cacti.
Where God roamed to the edge of a scorched wilderness,
and stared into the vast land of nothingness.

HERE, STANDS A PLACE ARID AND BONE DRY
WHERE ROOT AND SHOOT SHRIVEL AND DIE.

HERE IS WHERE HE FORMED ROCKY OUTCROPS AND SANDY STRANDS
TULI IS IT’S NAME.

IN THIS FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE, WHERE WIND ROLES A GUST
FORMATION OF BOULDERS, PEBBLES, AND DUST.

The springs of vitality forced from the ground below
Sweet honey dew, taste of life, transforms this dusty bowl

Where quenched thirsts were satisfied, 
Hunger for food became starvation and slowly crippled the dreary 
Only the toughest would survive, no room for the weary

As time pasted, it forgot this flat open bush
where grass and shrub became razor sharp and prickly scrub.
harsh and foreboding.

The Shashe river snaking through the sandy ground
with dust and rubble on the fortress mound 

So men came to conquer and forge his own path,
What madness is this, why was he so daft.
But, when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object
History is written.

Wheels of progress move steadily forward
Rocks being used to build roads, bridges, houses, and prisons
So hard, tough, and cold these objects are to house the idea of future dreams and missions.

The stubborn will to settle, 
made peoples focus rock solid.
But as time marches out and onward,
the memories and sentiments pasted through like a gentle breeze. 

All that is left is the forgotten memories, graves, and relics of buildings old,
Hunters, Riders, and Voortrekkers cry out from the dust and sand,
that fortress of Pioneers, Tuli.


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Forgotten Time

Time forever going forward into the snow
time wasted
seconds, hours spun out of fingertips
forever like snow into the dark
light falling on snow
dancing, glowing for one miraculous second
then drops away into the darkness behind
and see beautifull blooming things 
flowers spinninglike the snowflakes
soaring totally free
stars streaking through the night
seconds, minutes, days 
buoyed up in a bright place
the only light in a dark world
looks like a falling star
time and space blast away
like a universe forever expanding forward
leaving only darkness
darkness and the snow

This is found poetry from words I Chose out of the book Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver


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


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Oh! Humanity,

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


Details | 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 | Free verse | |

The Cat House

I know a place where cats enjoy long life, 
where human intervention is tolerated, 
but,
where only cats are allowed 

It is where they rule, decide their fate, 
to go hunting or sleep late, 
prowl their border, look for a mate, 
food abundant, early or late, 
no need for a snack with an always full plate 

Non-skid litter lines their bathroom floor, 
ideal for completing their daily chore, 
no need for flushing, gets covered instead, 
when it reaches its peak, mysteriously disappears, 
automatically replenished, 
a new floor every other day or more 

When night time falls they are free to prowl, 
crouching tigers one and all, 
waiting to pounce at the slightest noise,
or attack a shadow suddenly appearing on a wall, 
their prey, rarely actually exists,
makes no difference, 
prowling is not something they would ever miss, 
immediately after a good prowl,
onto their bed, a good stretch,
sleep away until daylight

Come first light their tummy signals its time to eat, 
they check out their food bowl,
if stale, 
it is time for humans to wake 

Hunger sated, find a sunbeam to bask and wait, 
awaiting a signal, to do whatever their mind dictates 

Ah, such a place is the mind of a cat,
from where they rule and dictate, 
how we humans who love them,
make their life great


Details | Free verse | |

Cosmic Reality

in the perspective of infinite time and infinite space the natural order prevails there are no problems only the absolute and ultimate reality of the cosmos


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Sonnet | |

IF ONLY I HAD ONE DAY

If I only had one day to live on earth's fragile dimension
I would pass by all fears that kept me standing like rock,
Dismissing stodgy impulses to win in a concrete contention
For my instincts to release, as new Gates arise and unlock.
Oh!The unfair world would carry on it's endless course 
And Time's vanity would sell promises still to human mind,
Yet, I would weep not for my Fate's erring horse,
Even if my ticket was expired, a Golden path would be defined.
Maybe I would send letters of love to lovers I craved all those years,
Or I would spend last moments with faces familiar and close,
Or even maybe I would find the one to die with me and plan our steers,
The beauty of this land I walked to leave and expiate near windy blows.
My soul ready for return would seek redemption upon the starry sky,
Reaching my Home I will wave to earth's wisdom, hearing it's long ''bye-bye''.


Details | Lanterne | |

Words of SILENCE On the Beach

A footstep so smooth;
A word so candid, yet strong:
A mind, so full of empathy,
came straight up to my heart:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The long pile of stories of life,
Unfolded, into your lap, with tears —
Some horrid, some slimy, but all true.
Solutions and steps were put forth:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

Moments of silence, in tears,
Emotions riding high,
Darkness so deep, fathomless;
Keyboard, whispers, brought hope. 
Life sprouts, naturally,
With light, and manure — right, 
Springing from words of wisdom:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

A ray of light sprouted, as did life,
From within me; and my words
Grew wings of fire, and sprung
Right onto paper, as poems and news.
Alas, the thrill lasted not long —
Black venom of the fire of Satan
Swirled around me, eating me up: 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The silence, construed as disregard,
The lag and the arguments;
Words of war, and then — SILENCE.
Search, search, search…
Life went off action; 
No sound, no light, no life. 
SILENCE, SILENCE, SILENCE. 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we — after all — strangers?


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 | Blank verse | |

Detaching

And then as time pass
I just sit and stare, sit and stare 
Ruthlessly shoved out of the way like an object
And used whenever they please 
Whenever they decide its time for the little doll to play.

But no more of the little doll
No more shoving and no more forcing
As the light clears out the shadows
I will clear what I feel and keep going.

I won’t abandon hope cause is the last thing to die 
I will stop mourning over the cloths that block the sun from my path
 Those cloths will burn with the fire of my ire 
And my path will be cleared.

No more shoving away, no more using the little doll
 No more little doll, not even their Muppet 
Cause as god gave me free will I shall use it 
I’ll clear my path and they might not see trace off me again

I’ll escape from this dungeon 
I shall be free from this tempest
I shall be free from these chains that are attached right into my nerves
I shall not lose the nerve and not look back.


Details | Rhyme | |

murmuration

Murmuration the bird watchers shout
Time to look up and scan about
What you will see will amaze your eyes
Looks like a moving cloud of unbelievable size

It’s Starlings flying as one as in a hunt
Open your eyes but mouth firmly shut
They aren’t too careful where they let things go
But the rhythmical flock will put on a great show

The opening of the Starling Royal Ballet
Is about to show its face upon sky’s stage
Binoculars ready for the spectacle of a lifetime
You can oooh and ahhh at this special showtime  

They fly towards you all grouped together
Dividing just in time in unison as one feather
They swirl and sway like dancers on ice
They pirouette like lovers entwined, to entice

Why does this bird who is so graceful a delight
Attack other birds, continually wanting to fight
Their plumage is shiny but its mind is so mean
Fight to grow up, as a fighting machine.

As you watch them you can forgive them most things
Wonder why they fly like this, but they can’t sing
Their voices aren’t good, so they can’t steal the show
They need a poor blue tit, to sing  for them now

I can watch this happening time after time
They never disappoint me, never just in a line
The mass of birds will stay fixed in my head
Amazed isn’t the right word use flabbergasted instead



Seren Roberts   dated 7 February 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

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

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

some days...

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


Details | Haiku | |

for Doctor Big

When you are retired,
you'll be just an old man,
with a fishing pole.


Details | Free verse | |

Yet Another Spring

White and red and pink
oleanders bloom--
they are blown in wind,
littering grass and
drying on the bricks
of my front patio.
Orchid trees are flowering,
and royal poncianas.
Surprising jacarandas,
orange blossoms, honeysuckle, 
jasmine, and acacia assail the senses,
while I, alive, enjoy
yet another
Spring!


Details | Haiku | |

A Dark and Scary Night

Darkness closes in
My heart is beating swiftly
The world is silent


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


Details | Rhyme | |

Introspection

I wake for start of new day to find all nature stirring.
The bumble bee and humming bird around the feeder whirring.
The russet breasted robin has caught the early worm.
He'll feed it to his lady love before the final squirm.

Across the way the flower field is filled with willing workers.
Spring in my valley scurries on, it is no place for shirkers.
Not long ago I too was part of frantic interaction.
I watch with cup of coffee and a sigh of satisfaction.

I've served my time, no need to rise to annoying alarm.
Without me spring will carry on, I've rented out the farm.
The days whern I met life head-on is part of history.
In my newly welcomed leisure I let life come to me.


Details | Senryu | |

one leaf dangled

one leaf dangled from
a single spider-web strand
in fresh morning air

as I greeted the sun,
sitting under a tree in
my dew-filled backyard

I was stilled by the
beauty of this lone leaf, in
its simplicity

But, then the leaf fell
I was startled, but the joy
in my heart  remained

**morning, noon, night senryu contest


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Quatern | |

The divine season

Short dresses, flowery heels,
Here is the time for fun on wheels
Long nights out, laughing and sipping wine
O Moon, how silver becomes your line!

Down by the sea, days are spent dancing
Swimming or loving, summer is so pleasing!
A break from work, seems like heaven is here
On the boats, even the wind caresses like a peer!

The season of love, much revered by all
With you, nothing remains, whether ice or wall
Kisses shared on the shore,
Hearts with glee, shout, encore!

Flowers given to maidens by lovers
Flowers lovely with the essence of summer flavours
Ice creams, chocolates, shopping, sun
Oh even the policeman is such fun!

Summer, the right time to find love
Among the seashells of the cove
Or by faking a wreck on a lonely island
There, even the Devil shall bear with your stand!

Placed 9th in the contest Summer
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi


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 | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Rhyme | |

Lions will be lions


Humiliation occurs
When pigs and monkeys roars
How a pig became a lion?
How , How a monkey roars?
That's when you stop saying NO
Humiliation occurs
When the lions are here
When the lions onshore
Pigs will be pigs
A monkey will stand for
A monkey , no less , no more



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 | Rhyme | |

Mother Nature and Old Father Time

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



Details | Lyric | |

Dream on

 DREAM ON 
 
I dream on, from my dome to my chest
to my toes and to the tips of my palms. 
We dream on, in the land of the free,  
but where freedom comes at a cost and 
sacrifice for others the achieve their dream. 
  
I dream on, flying over an icy mountain top,  
To the sweat taste of lemon drops,  
To the cool relief of mist burning over a  
desert black top as I brain storm lessening 
to heart beat of my favorite song.
  
We dream on, from the top of 
lonely tropical island hill top  
to the sit and the smell of a breath
taking Forrest and to a falling
sun afflicting a shining sea
that is the best part of the day 
I rather spend ending enjoying with a beautiful
woman... the sit and the breeze. 
 
Poetry by Keith K. Relf


Details | Blank verse | |

A Peanut in the Universe

Opening a peanut, you can see
What were to be the beginning leaves
Opening, but now dry and edible.
And, like all things living, credible and incredible,
Came from something, which in turn
Came from something else,
Which came from what
Like you, like us.

But the origin, who knows,
Of a peanut or a rose?
Was it some speck at the beginning of time;
Some mote of dust infinitesimal,
A cloud of zeros lined up behind a decimal,
Naught but zeros until the one was invented;
All yin until the yang consented
To exist, to be
The thing we call reality?

And so were time and space
Incarnate; was it an explosion of stuff
Or a shrinking of the stuff around the stuff?
The beginning of a state in which
The infinite and infinitesimal
Came into the grace of being
And the invention of the one
Became a way of seeing.

Seeing itself and through itself;
Seeing us and through us.
And if the origin is not restricted
To a point at the start of time,
The origin, then must be found
To be infinite and all around.
Open a peanut and you open
The world, the universe, yourself.



4/10/13


Details | Verse | |

The Tree and I

The Tree and I 

I met a tree today while walking under cloud ridden skies.  She was a young oak past her sapling age.  Her bare branches, still in winters hold, stood stark against an evergreen backdrop.  I felt her loneliness seep into my being, so I slipped over and gave her a hug.  I whispered to her, “I know lonely too”, and heard an audible sigh within her wind swept branches.

a young oak
stands bare in winter's keeping---
brown carpeted ground


After a length of time, undetermined, I slid to the ground and leaned against her trunk.  I was content to keep her company for a short time on such a dreary day. Nowhere else did I need to be.  No one else did I need to see. So, I leaned my head gently against her rough bark and as we both shared a quiet moment of contemplations. 

a woman sits
at the base of a tree---
cloud laden sky

Eventually I felt the cold and damp seeping into my skin and I shivered. The young oak felt this and spoke to the breeze in her highest limbs. She asked it to blow the clouds from the face of the sun so that we could both enjoy the warm rays… and so it was that we were both sun kissed on this early morning day. 

clouds drift
away from the sun---
a girl smiles

This soon became a daily ritual, loneliness drifting away with each visit. She listened to me, as I listened to her, and time flew more quickly by.  Spring arrived before we knew it as the young oak beamed with her new buds. It seemed our visits now became less lonely, filled as we were with the awakening of Mother Earth. 

new buds
on a young oak---
birds singing

I shared with her and her with me, throughout the winter’s days. We laughed together and wept together during the longest of lackluster days.  A friendship formed of kindred spirits that helped chase the blues away.  With spring’s awakening, our confidence gaining, we rejoice in the birth of each new day.    

green grass
returns to the lawn---
daffodils bloom



All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013
Form:  haibun  (mixture of prose and haiku)


Details | Quatrain | |

A REFLECTION OF YOUTH

Heart filled with happiness, eyes much merry; cheeks color strawberry,
just running through fields of ripe huckleberry,
keeping away from the buzzing, restless bees...
going to a from their sweet hives hanging from massive apple trees.



More than childhood memories, such are these...
a reflection of youth that removes them from nostalgia; husky peasants
shaking off the husks from the golden corn;
a tasty, hot corn meal for those winter's dinners drooling on my tongue.



And approaching a torrent, I threw pebbles found on its almost barren banks
back into the spattering water that I drank sporadically until I was full,
to indulge in its freshness...squashing tiny daisies
that seemed too afraid to squabble with a giant and fight for their survival.  



The southern landscape with its mild climate, was rich and fragrant,
inviting hands to pluck the delicious, tempting fruits
off their branches, scattering the thrushes engaged in musical tones;
and I tongue-tied hurried along cogitating an instant.  



Would it be too childish to ask for a come-back,
to relive the cheerfulness of the oldest days, ceased by time and age;
to observe a reflection of youth take shape...
and embed, in a secret, a conversation regardless  of present knowledge? 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Quintain (English) | |

The Harvest

Last Merlot of the year
end of the harvest

through vines we do peer
after producing their best

the fields once more return to rest


Details | Limerick | |

Jock with his Cock

There was once a Scotsman called Jock Who was always stroking his cock But when the clock struck ten He then turned to his hen The egg basket is now restocked . 05/07/2014


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 | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Free verse | |

DELUSION FLOWERS

Flowers on fields of delusion,
We lay upon them to justify a dream.
Freedom escapes from our smiles,
Flowers denying truth on fields of green.
We offer our apology and our love,
Red roses or lilies white.
A time to smell the Nature's gifts
In fragile petals of the Spring.
Colors may change a season,
Or thorns may betray our lust.
The untouchable wish remains
In a flower we've never held,
Like a secret kept unalterable and pure
Over a time vanishing.


Details | Free verse | |

Last Breath Of Winter

Cold winter breathes
A blowing chill upon me
Stripping my spirit clean
Exposing to every eye

Icy December winds
Deep in my glacial slumber
Warmed by dreams of scented vibrancy
On echoes of a discarded summer

Jarring breath of winter
I do not fear you
For my warming blossoms
Are wakening within me

Last breath of winter
Releasing my frozen body
To the warm embracing succor
Of the first spring dawn


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 | 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 | 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 | Haiku | |

silver penguin




silver penguin turns its head across thick haze… a mating call . . . . .. . * according to nationalgeograhic.com, adélie penguins (winter animals) live on the Antarctic continent and on many small, surrounding coastal islands. They spend the winter offshore in the seas surrounding the Antarctic pack ice (c) Debbie Guzzi: Animal Haiku nette onclaud


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 | Narrative | |

The Buck

The light is fading, evening breaks
Between the oaken woods and lake,
It's time to finish with the row
And homeward bound, the trail to take.

With rake in hand I turn to go
To find my pick axe and the hoe,
When from the trail there ran a buck
And right behind him came two doe.

At first I thought, what rotten luck!
I'm here, my rifle's in the truck,
Then, as he stopped to look my way
He gave his tail a flip and tuck.

And then he spun and bounced away
The doe behind him sleek and grey,
Crashing through the brush and vine
Into the woods and welcomed shade.

He must have sported twenty tine
I thought as Shadow starts to whine,
Asking, should he give him chase?
I pat his head in soft decline.

The sun is gone upon my face
To lose the buck is no disgrace,
Although today I've been undone
There'll be another time and place.

Today the buck has rightly won
The hunters gone, the season done,
Perhaps we'll meet again next year
Before the season's had it's run.

The buck was ancient, and I fear
He may not see another year,
But then, another year is seldom clear
For man, or dog, or antlered deer.


                     Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Free verse | |

The Music of Annisquam.

Here I rest upon the smooth rivers bank 
Resting under the protection of white birch
Tasting the scent of spring on old Cape Ann
As if being reborn in the late April sunshine

Here thoughts and memoirs drift on the current
Washing away on coppery green wave crests
Watched by Snapdragon eyes gently drifting
Wafting in the sweetness of a juniper breeze

A brushed sedate glow of dusk mirroring light
Painting the currents of the Annisquam River
Lying in the peaceful and intrepid stillness
I wonder if I’ve found a moment of perfection

Softly baptized by the tepid evening drizzle
I see the silvery notes fall to break the surface
Playing the sweet libretto of rain and river
A rising crescendo of new life awakening

Here I find peace upon the placid rivers bank
Lost in memory amidst honeysuckle moments
It’s here that my spirit remains eternally young
Ever blossoming in the late April moonlight


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.


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You reap what you sow

Planting the garden with all love and kindness
I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation
Reflecting on life passed, 
already slipped through my fingers
Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand
When minutes were short 
and hours so fully crammed with business
I'd simply open my seeds regardless of consequence
and scatter aimlessly upon the land
Much that fell about me would wither, fall, or fail
For quality of moment did not matter, 
meant little to me
Little I did would flourish 
for it surely wasn't manned nor intended
No nurturing, no love, no care, no nothing
Yet now my precious moments surely stand
I learnt in time to find freedom in saying no, 
gently taking back that 
that was too freely given
To once more take hold of pallet and brush with artistic flair
That my own world could bloom in full colour and take a stance
So I could get a grip, a hold on all
To really know how to stamp my brand
For time stands still for no-one


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Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED


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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


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Through the forest's trees

Through the forest, through the trees
Hearing birds, frogs, and the bees
Being quiet, being still
Water, leaves, on the occasional hill
Animals over and underground
Feels like no one is around
Yet in beneath the growing grasses
Is polluted air from oil and gases
This pollution will grow and grow through time
Getting a dime for everyday that it's not is not a lot of dimes


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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"


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Spring time for me

Spring is in the air
'cause I feel it in my head.
I haven't slept in days now.
Oh!How I miss my bed.

The flowers are all so gorgeous
when they finally start to bloom.
But for me and all my allergies
It's a time for pain and gloom.

There's nothing like a spring time scene
with colors for all to see.
I take my shots and all my meds.
Oh!Why this happen to me.

Spring is in the air now
and I can't see or hear.
But even after all my pain
I love this time of year!


Dustin Self (spring is in the air contest)


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Fall Foliage


F ire on horizon this time of year,
A utumn ushers in winter’s sear.
L ight slowly fades a bit each day,
L ess time now for outdoor play.

F loods of colour on the trees,
O ccur before the big freeze.  
L eaves scatter as rain falls, 
I t’s our warning - winter calls.
A maple leaf gives the best show,
G olds, reds, orange all aglow.
E njoyed by all - a Thanksgiving.




Written August 27, 2012
For Francine Robert’s contest
“Autumn Acrostic”


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Petals of Time

Quietly floating in brilliant colors.
Delicate, soft, and supple.
Easily torn in haste.
Smells of home in spring.
Upon erect stems some lay waste.
Looking wilted and torn.
Small particles fall to seed.
Close by a bud takes form.
Another day in the suns great warmth.
Gentle is a petals life, in deed.


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Autumn is here

Vacation time is here, time to smell the beautiful wonderful trees
River birch, red oak , silver maple and even fresh plain oak.
Lobed leaves and acorns all over the place.  
I'm packing my things and getting ready to leave.
Take this alsome ride on the never ending road
To a cabin deep in the woods, were only sounds

Sounds of nature surround me, owl at night, putting me to sleep
Delicious apples, fresh cider with honey, I can taste it on my lips
For my season of mist, oh yes, I have missed, as I send you a kiss
Mellow fruitfulness nights, by the fireplace, when temperature drops
Reading a book, drinking red wine, relaxing my mind

Summer has passed, winter is near, but autumn is here
Season between seasons, as autumn leaves fall to the ground
Giving life the beauty it offers, the love many don't see
You see, I walk with the leaves, I jump in the piles, and I smile
I look in the sky, lift my hands in the air, and I dance
I dance to the sounds,of hawks, robins , streams and leaves

Letting my nose smell, the beauty in nature, and what it gives
Has I have to end this poem, oh sweet poem
So I can continue to dream
Dream about my autumn dream, has I lay my head, on autumn leaves


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Love's Journey

Love’s Journey

Cherry blossoms floated pink
Concocting love in a drink
The day we met…
Holding time upon the brink
(Future and the Past in sync)
As in a net
We drank the love with each blink
And passing glance—scared to think
Of it—and yet,
Licking hands of time were set
Devouring with regret,
The morning dew…
But with each dance, somehow, let
Blossom, love, and passion get
Entwined anew
And there drink—‘less we forget
In noon day sun—when we met—
How blossoms flew.
Now as stars on purple hue
Contrast pinks for me and you 
And petals fall…
A comet hails from the blue
Regaling the love we knew—
A fireball—
Bright hot blaze, still burns for you,
Held in time’s conundrum flue…
You’re still my all.

deborahburch©
07/24/2012


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Might these be

Might this be a wonder,
Might this be a sunder,
Might this be the blocker,
Might this be the warder,
Might there be a plunder,
Might it pass the border,
Might there be a dweller,
Might they be lodgers,
Should they be squatters,
Should they be trespassers...

Might they squander,
Might it scatter,
Might this be a sputter,
Might there be a clutter,
Moght there be to many clusters,
Might this be the controller
Mightit get power...?

Might these be handlers,
Might these be forcers,
Might these be the squashers,
Might these be the breakers,
Breaking some of the order...

Might this be a night,
Going to a wretched midnight,
Coming from a raging twilight,
Until these be ended, throughout nighttime,
Later waking from our bedtime,
Maybe dying to see the morning light,
Might this be happening tonight...?

Might there be a knight,
Might there be a fight,
Waiting for a shining might,
Coming from some rainbow's light,
coming slight from the nighttime,
With some waiting for their fly...

Might these fight the ghouls,
Might they get to their goal,
Might this vanish some ghosts,
Whom want all of our souls...

Might this be other things,
Might these be the lives of life,
With some asking, might these be I...?


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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


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I'll keep dancing forever

I’ll keep dancing forever

In this wonderful world that I’m in
Everything is a beautiful dance
I don’t know what’s coming before me
It’s a sweet game of wonderful chance
So many get caught in the fear game
As each day does crush them some more
But I’m on a wonderful journey
Though I know me not what’s in store

The end I can see in the future
But what is the future I ask
The past it has gone like the dust in the wind
So, can in the future, one bask??
So I say ‘who cares’ it’s all nothing
Just an old boat afloat on the sea 
As it waits to be broke by the ocean
And join in with eternity.

So it’s all a dance, to my thinking
The good parts, the bad parts as well
And me I don’t know where I’m going
Don’t believe in no Heaven, nor hell
One dances, no thought for the ending
And so it’s the same with my life
I’m going to get into the dancing
Through all of my love, joy and strife.

7 July 2013 @ 0712hrs


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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.
 


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Frosty Cold

Sharp, crisp, scent-filled air
Inundates the nose, winter
Smells of frosty cold.


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Cherry Blossoms Jamboree

Cherry blossoms bloom; the townspeople sing, laugh, dance: hope springs eternal.


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Southend pier me ole lady

Victoriana 
Pier 
Stands 
Monumental.....

Of the glory days long gone
The train rumbles on as a confused old lady
Unsure of her destiny yet still she travels on

Young faces embrace with baited breath
Peering anticipation pressed on smeery glass
Wooing and cooing as objects roll by
Parents smile in adoration as their little ones ask 'why?'

And it's all so reflective, the sheen of the sea,
Glass thoughts imagination as we
Watching faces, aging lovers, flowing dresses, flip-flops
Baseball caps and the odd few shops
De-board to stretch and sigh, relish the visions which greets the eye

Chips on the promenade an absolute must
Rossi ice cream to flourish in lust
Just sea and breeze with breaths and smile
To stop take time, enjoy (our) while

Lean on the piers aged frame,
Whilst fishermen reel
Young pollacks play games
Streamline they race
Against the incoming current
Side flips cause amazement
As to why? Unapparent
Thousands in the shade of the aged old pier
Return to same spot year after year

Just like us and our forefathers before
An irresistible meeting ground
We cannot ignore


(love the old pier)


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Petals In The Wind

Petals In The Wind

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

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

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

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

© 22/01/2013 ~GG~

Contest Entry: Petals In The Wind


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NIGHT

Netherworld eclipsing the land of the living,
Invading the space not owned by the dead;
Grim hues take the land with force unforgiving,
Happily forcing the living to bed.
The living sleep 'til the horizon turns red.


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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 | 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.





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Remnants Of The Past

Along the eroding banks of the Minnesota River
Lies a tranquil scene that will make you shiver
Where nature and man join together as one
Entwined around debris that time has spun.

Acre upon acre farther than the eye can see
Hidden underground rusted metals flee
Bogged down by mud time stands still
Where trees and brush continue to spill.

A historical town with stories to tell
Of steamboats landing under yesterday’s spell
Where mills and founderies drowned in the past
Mastered by floods the river cast. 

In the quiet river valley where eagles soar
The support of volunteers continue to pour
With trucks and skid loaders they renovate the land 
Removing the debris once left by man.

The hum of equipment echoes throughout
Giving nature a chance to sprout
Where metal and tires layer each other
Showcasing debris nature and time will smother.

Piece by piece the past is removed
But the power of the river still carves its groove
Where the trains lone whistle echoes each day
And natures growth still guides the way.

Today the river continues to fight back
Claiming its territory with a sedimentary attack 
Wave after wave it buries the past
Leaving behind a mark that will last.

Along the eroding banks of the Minnesota River
Lie remnants of the past that will make you shiver
Where nature and man grow together as one
And tales of progress are diligently spun.


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THE THRONE

       THE THRONE          
In days gone by, as I recall my youth,
some memories at best I find uncouth,
and I'd as soon my mind forget
although it surely hasn't yet,
this greatest fact of life and bit of truth;

there set a one room shanty old and gray,
with just a path that led out to its' way
just opening the only door
was something of a minor chore,
and once inside, the door it will not stay!

There was a catalog with pages tore
and on the seat, two holes with edges wore,
and why, I wondered, there were two,
when only one would surely do;
but I've not figured out what two were for.

The cracks between the boards let in the sun
to think upon until your job is done,
and solving lifes' complexities
is best done here, where no one sees,
and once inside, it's closed to everyone.

The greatest fun was in the dead of night
when winter's set in to its' freezing bite,
the snow it falls, the wind it howls
and excavation of the bowels
is best done in the day, to do it right.
     
No one has ever sat upon this throne
not contemplating all the things they've known,
and there should be a monument
to show the world where people went
to get relief, or just to be alone!


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The Transformation



Shed the clay that strives to be an anchor
Tarnishing, but for awhile, the dreams of man
Addled hopes can rise in the morning’s mist
Instead of languishing beneath despair
Replenished strength awakens the spirit
With a simple drink from the Milky Way
And flirtations with Perseus opens up
Yielding beauty in heaven’s realm
The grave that holds yet, a soul to Earth,
Owns the judgment of defeat
There is none, but one, that must decide
How to build on wishes made
Even when the faltering of darkness
Shadows well the light of faith
There is a spark that burns the night
As gravity shows force, to mark a trail
Rise! Rise, you fallen man!
Strive to be among the stars


-Virginia Mitchell

Contest- STAIRWAY TO THE STARS (Acrostic)
Sponsor- Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 



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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


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Trees and Dirt

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


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The Tree

The tree has been careless
Not wanting to be in a place for so long
It has forgotten what it waited for
For centuries
Las raíces han sido afuera en el sol
Burning scarlet forgetfulness into the very
esencias de la cultura
The youth
se pudren
Without the nourishment of the roots that anchor them against the
Beautifully wicked roar of the azure sea

Las sirenas se llaman
Sticky sweet soprano song
Matando los sonidos de mis ancienos
antes que la musica se penetra las orejas
The guidance is gone
The leaves are defenseless, curled up in
Twisted ideas of direction
Listening to the golden notes in the air
Beckoning them to the sweet sound of 
destruction

It can only hold out for so long 
Until the plunge

Sin las raíces
Las hojas no pueden estirar 
a los cielos 
la piel no puede respirar
la fuerza del pasado
ha desaparecido con el Sol
Escuche el viento, la madre se llora
las lágrimas devoran los cielos
El futuro viene rápidamente como un huracán
Tirando, tirando

It can only hold out for so long
Until the plunge


(to Spanish Speakers, I gladly welcome some grammer help! I know there are 
some mistakes so please, dish it out!)


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Midnight Worship

Through each passing night
I profess the songs of my spirit
Into the darkening sable skies
Ever higher and uninhibited

A complete release of each aspiration
Reverberating into faint perpetuity
Softly through the damp silken strands 
Through the restive web spun of today

My pining hopes softly tumble
Petioles of desire’s violet blossom
Onto the sleeping eyes of reverie
In perfumed hopes my essence stirs

Here I beseech the untapped promise
In sweet mint blossoms of Black Birch trees
On the seashore I profess my passions
To the moon I rise and fall in the reverent waves


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Spring Morning


spring morning-
 flowers bloom
 I drink my milk


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The Reflection of Sunsets that Ignored the Destination of Us

It seemed to me, when the sun set and his eyes mirrored clouds with raindrops that had yet
to fall, it seemed to me...

we'd been ignoring the weeks it took to get this far.


I'd spoken often, on Wednesdays, when I sat alone and conversation happened to be the only
thing that kept my hair from tearing herself out, of ice cream Sundays and possibilities
of his hand touching the little milky white part of my right thigh in a brushing that made
me shudder....

made me realize...

how much I needed him.


It was the tiny moments I sketched and photographed that held me, his eyes when he loved
me, and the sweat that settled herself on the nape of my neck when he kissed me,
tightening curls and muscles that hid themselves from the hours I'd pretended to be
nothing....

but a woman.


I glanced to my left as I awaited his voice, as I searched somewhere for the echo of
nights past and the graze of sleeping when his legs brushed up against the outside of my
ankles, I waited as I stared at the walls that appeared behind me when he found nothing
else to do but smile, and I had blushed, schoolgirl red with the imagination that I was
still there for hearts beat faster in those days...

in the days that lived inside the weeks...

we may have ignored...

as we walked farther, he and I, towards places I couldn't see and destinations I had never
heard of, but...

you see...

his fingers, his hand...


brushed up against my thigh, as I shuddered and needed him...

as he kissed me

and my eyes mirrored sunsets and storm clouds that held raindrops that had yet

to

fall.








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Red Skies at Night

A gift  from above the earth holds only peace and love 
It has nurtured us for countless years and now it is done 
We have misused her and she can do no more   
 The time of purification is at hand and now it is time to run 
The signal will begin for  three days and three  nights, we will all have to pay the price
The skies will bleed red, the run to wilderness will be led 
By the children of the earth and others all in harmony with the mother

Like a thunderbolt  from on high the sky will turn its cheeks to blood , 
saying its final good bye, and all will be said and done
For Three days and  nights the world will watch and wonder,
As the skies turn pure red in storm and thunder, 
Ending man’s  reign the skies will carry their deadly flood and put nature asunder
The suns deadly storm s will pass overhead
Men will turn to science to fight the cause and to be led
But Nature replies,  it is my last goodbye 
Now is  the time to pay for your sins 
Now is the  time and  together we all will cry 

 A signal from the great beyond, the days of evil will be at hand 
The final glory of man before the fall of the land
The world will watch in fear and awe, and  wonder what went wrong
For Three days and  nights the skies will bleed 
The  prophesy  foretold the beginning of the end 
 three days that will shake the world and its seed
 Proclaiming the final warning , the final goodbye
You have mistreated the earth and the time has passed you by..
 Mans time will fly and natures only reply
A last goodbye will be the only reply 


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EARTH HOUR 2012

By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)(written 29th march 2012)

(UNITING PEOPLE TO PROTECT THE PLANET) (8.30 pm Saturday 31st march 2012)
The portent prophecy is teeming and bursting with dark fears, Nature’s omens are crystal clear, Horrendous and awful signs we see sense and repeatedly hear, The blasphemous change will be here. Mother nature’s bounties provide us with all that we need, But we lose it all by pollution, deforestation, excessive mining and pristine greed. Pundits and cognoscenti’s in unison they parley and say, We dwellers of planet earth will dearly pay. So come together and connect to make us a future green, For us and generations to come a world truly clean. Not right are the climatic change and atmospheric alterations, At “earth hour” we symbolize and pledge to sow the green seeds of confirmations. Now this movement in its fifth year since global initiation and activation, Has now from all near and far won galore admiration. Now to nature we show adoration and our affection, Come join me in the celebrations. Turn off all lights as of now only for only an hour, We can learn to save the power. Pull out all the plugs and turn out all the lights, Its 8.30 pm (31st march 2012) and the timely numbers the clocks strikes. We all are human, we make mistakes curt, We have our world hurt and been also badly hurt, We now have commenced to learn, We will fall and rise and bad fortunes upturn. Come join me in the celebrations, Its “earth hour” time for contemplation and reflection. And be on a mission, To be green and reduce carbon emission. Now as the hour glass sand grains begin to trickle, People! Join me in the cause and stop being fickle. For the sake of Mother Nature, Father Time and Future Generations, Come one and all and join me in the “EARTH HOUR” CELEBRATIONS 8.30 pm Saturday 31st march 2012
I will ………will U??????? “LET US PLEDGE TO SWITCH OFF”
This is a ubiquitous and unique opportunity for all of us to make a positive stoke for the cause of environment. It is really not about saving energy for just one hour. It is to epitomize and indicate the first steps in direction of living with conducting and propagating environmental friendly activities in everyday life, which will surely lead to cleaner, greener environment and sustainable life style. Go green say no to plastic use cloth bags.I will......will you??


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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 | I do not know? | |

The Mighty Eye in a Brief Eclipse of Time - Part 1

Umpteen billion years
Big Bang, supernova, gas
Brief eclipse of time
	
Gases swirling, fall
Sun and planets, water, life
Brief eclipse of time
	
Another billion
goo, amoeba, fishes swim
Brief eclipse of time
	
Movement, changes, flux
slither, crawl, climb, walk and talk
Brief eclipse of time
	
Ra, Sol, Helios,
Mithra and the Mighty Eye
Brief eclipse of time
	
Life begins and ends
birth, joy, laugh, cry, death, and dust
Brief eclipse of time
	
Waves cleave sea, shore, sky
enfolding, watching, listening
Brief eclipse of time

The Mighty Eye – unfocused, stained, diffuse –
began to slip and slowly sink,
while frizzled waves imbibed her searing tears,
with salted languid lips

The Mighty Eye was weary, thin,
peering through the frozen cracks,
as some straying clouds,
bloated,
floated feebly by
and waxed their billowed tracks
upon the heated sky,
and cooled the rush of rolling waves
beneath the blotted sky

The waves, they hung in time and space before me,
– gently tumbling aging pebbles
and lifeless shells across the shifting sands –
seemed unaware
as they once again began
to veil the Mighty Eye,
to close the Mighty Eye,
to blind the Mighty Eye

Or perhaps they really didn’t care
 
For, as the frazzled froth is rushing forward,
slowly toward the sandy shores beyond,
to retreat and then to rush ahead again,
eternally,
it matters little if the Mighty Eye casts
her blazing glance from high above,
or else retires for the night, 
kissed by liquid lips of distant faithless waves...

in a brief eclipse of time



Continued in Part 2


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Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Imagism | |

Rhythm of hope

To you, my companion of rhapsody;
Whisper in the white pines of winter.
I hear you, a bohemian spirit.
Rise to touch the sky, it’s your music.
I reflect and see you in a still pond,
White clouds parade seasons across the blue,
An epiphany, as time passes.
Long dry grasses of winter rustle,
I see your heart bristle off the dust.
In rivulets of melting snow, a thaw.
You murmur, the growing time is coming;
Yes, we can sing the robins song and rejoice.


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Is Here Again


Fall Vibrant Colorful Such nice season Watching the leaves changing Colours and then just falling From every single tree covering all the ground As the weather suddenly changes and just cools down During this time of the year and right thru Perfect time to enjoy nice walk Spend time with family Have a good time Relax some All this Time Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010 October 12,2010 Thank you for reading.


Details | Ballade | |

Nannup night

Nannup Night

The rain has fallen heavily
The night feels so serene
Insect noises in the silence
Are heard, though choir’s unseen
In the mystic, magic darkness
I see those fading trees
Drops of rain caress my skin
As they ride upon the breeze.

I sit here on this cosy porch
As the velvet night grows deeper
Though TV murmurs droningly
The peace within does stir
With city life now left behind
Here in this sweet retreat
My silent soul, it whispers to me
And life seems so complete.

No yellow moon reflects the sun
And lights up velvet sky
No shadows cast by its soft glow
The dark night passes by
It be the touch of mystery
That rules this sombre night
And lets Lord darkness strut it’s stuff
Till morning sun shines bright.

2007.


Details | Free verse | |

Shadow

Shadow of a butterfly reaching through the light shining 
Through transparent window panes.
The shadow of me hiding in the shade casted
By the wall beneath the sill.

Sunlight of this evening lighting up my bedroom,
Helping me to see my surrounding.
Sunlight of this day, for me, it was brightly burning,
All while bicycling home.

Shadow of a bird symbolizing flying and basking
In the sun, which soothes my pains.
The shadow of me concealing itself and fasted
Inside my head as I sit still.

Rays of a sunset touching the glass, illuminating
The colours and the wall.	
Rays of a sunrise waiting for night to pass, wishing
To shine so I may finally roam.

Shadow of a cage: this window the only thing
Keeping me as solitary as I can be.
The shadow of me welling up deep within,
Descending into sorrow.

Light of the sun embracing countries, forever travelling.
Sunrise awaiting my horizon.
Light of the sun reminding me how
There will be a day of my dream coming true.

Shadow of the blue twilight gently glowing
Throughout this room where I am free.
The shadow of me restlessly reflecting
Upon thoughts of the days beyond tomorrow.

Sunshine everyday warmly reassuring
That it will always shine on through.
Sunshine everyday piercing
The gray clouds of any day.

Shadow of thoughts filling
My mind with a saddening realization.
The shadow of me is suddenly being embraced,
My Sun ensuring in time I will attain all I’ve dreamed.


Details | Rhyme | |

My quiet place

My swing is made from braided ropes 
I feel the summer's end 
The charming wind will sometimes come
To call me back again  

And though the year has taken toll
The path sometimes too steep 
The mountain hymns will softly fall  
To shepherd me to sleep


Details | Free verse | |

There Is No Now

The pollution is psychedelic
Hell, you could even say poetic nature
Terms of enragement
Definitely not engagement
Can suffice in describing the depredation

Fire from the skies
Burning through the system
Dropping through to nothing
Learning not what’s in them
Always running from them

We may hide our voices
But you hide your souls
Torturing us with woes
Never able to feed our hole
Scars bleed out like coals

Paint it any color you like
Doesn’t change a thing
This war that you’ve brought forth 
Has killed us all
In the past and future

There is no now…


Details | Haiku | |

Radiant Fourth of July

multicolored sparks
dwindling across the unfilled sky...
bright smoke you ignite







©RashanaKing2010


Details | Free verse | |

Twilight

Like a blanket spring has arrived , cozy and warm , with the suns first rays
Fresh in the knowing of twilights dying day, 
Couples stroll easily along the narrow deserted streets 
In the cool evenings of soft clear air ,they often meet
 Nodding and saying hello, living the small town fare 
Chirping back and forth, birds echo loudly through the soft spring air 
The last activity of their busy day and off they go to their sleepy lair 
Watching the crystal sunsets , the fair skies with its quick fade into orange and red 
 between light and dark kids make their appearance to  play in the street ,
 in the yard or behind the bushes postponing time for bed 
Their games of excitement and stealth ,like tag or hide and go seek
Their shouts and laughter heard once again in the warm air and fading lights

Twilight beckons in the soft spring air as it softens day into night 
That magical  moment that is so rare
 The end of the day, beginning  that certain  time 
 When harsh reality softens to misty light 
As day draws imperceptibly into night 
 Marked by quiet moments when peace and contentment feels right 


Details | Rhyme | |

Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to be continued...


Details | I do not know? | |

The Window Pane

Looking out the window at the sky
Watching silently as the world goes by
First it is day and then comes night
Shadows and silhouettes dancing in my sight
Look at the the lovely shades of blue
Bands of ribbons all in a hue
Such a delight to see the sight
The first coming signs of night
Look at the spruce tree standing there
Shooting it's branches in the air
Reaching up to the stars at night
Darkness will descend with no more light


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mighty Eye in a Brief Eclipse of Time - Part 2

 Continued from Part 1


The trees, they hung in time and space behind me –
trees ... which in time before had swayed,
gently tugged by ocean breezes,
trees ... which in time before were lightly lit
with emerald leaves,
trees ... which in time before had reached to space above
with leafy fingers,
grasping fingers,
clutching fingers,
fingers drenched with golden tears
shed by the Mighty Eye

The trees, they hung in time and space,
frozen motionless behind me,
- chilled with rooted premonitions of the void -
their fingers clutching darkness
and their leaves foreboding doom

The muted winds began to whisper tales
of many frightened things,
which, with mournful apprehension,
had ceased their joyful play

And all the while dank shadows gaily danced
a dismal dance,
for their time was soon to come

The fitful shore was suddenly still

Unfeeling stones and hollow shells,
were paused a little, 
stalled,
and dropped haphazardly,
midst mindless random journey,
and abandoned by the sea

For fickle waves had slipped away to greet a falling prey

And as the Mighty Eye drooped lower,
laminated molten lips
pursed and puckered higher,
sucking in the sky

Within a trice the Mighty Eye
was swollen red,
perhaps tormented by the thoughts of premature demise,
or being lashed beneath a lid of distant faithless waves

And as a dying flash dissolved,
two lurid lips arose, 
three lusty lips ...
a thousand parted limpid lips which, quickly,
though with little haste,
consumed the Mighty Eye

The trees were then but lurking shades
amongst the murky shadows

Relentless fog seeped slowly by,
her floating tongues dripped silence as she passed

The lacerated savage lips had once again returned 
to kiss
the vacant vapid shores...

in a brief eclipse of time



 END 


Details | Free verse | |

Cliffhanger

In the midst of conclusion,
this breathtaking, last sight.
Fitting the peace of final sigh,
the picture perfect landscape
spread out beneath a sky clear as Heaven’s light.

The vastness of nature’s reach and the danger of death
combined in dance creates an epic last note
in which one edge of balance will topple onto the other.

In a flash, my past performs a scene
to the rhythm of panic
as I’m held on edge by the arms of a murderous heart,
refusing to let me fall to forgotten love,
telling me to hold on…
Beyond the threshold of the rugged horizon
Heaven's gates beckon.

Should I let go?
To die inside myself or to live in slavery?

I look up to the now brilliant, crystalline sunset.
Time is running out for choice
as bloodied hands lose their foothold.
I look back to see the shadows multiplying,
encompassing the hope of life. 

As night chokes the permeating beams, 
I shut my eyes
and give up the fight that was never mine…


Details | Quatrain | |

One More Day

As the days grow shorter I feel discontent,
I look at summer and wonder where it went.
I remember in the recent past when days were long,
Only to realize the summer is  now gone.

I still enjoy autumn with its chill in the air,
The skies are still blue and the weather quite fair.
Soon so many colors will be displayed in the trees,
I’m not quite ready for the impending winters freeze.

As I get older I see time does fly,
 I watch as the trees start to die.
 They explode in color in one last stance,
Seeming to invite me for one last dance.

Another summer’s gone the air start to chill,
I view all the beauty from on top of this hill.
I watch and listen but it all seems strange,
Summer becomes autumn Is this new change.

I remember this summer with days that don’t end,
All that I’ve met become those I befriend.
I’m not really sad but wish for more time,
But I can’t help but see the clock just unwind.

The world keeps spinning as this season shall come.
Still time is left for me to stand in the sun.
I’m thankful to greet just one more day,
I still hoped that summer wouldn’t be on its way.

As the chill grows I will wrap my coat around you. 
Together we shall cherish all we’ve been through.
I remember hope and how it helps me survive,
I want this one day and feel so alive.


Details | Rhyme | |

Springtime with Edouard Manet

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

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

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

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

©david byrne Easter 2012 


Details | Ballad | |

The Albatross

THE ALBATROSS
Under thunder blows a colder wind, across an endless sea,   
Like a voice from the call of a far off shore in the solitude we perceive; 
For ago remained an innocent age, torn away by a thousand years
Where sincerity alone is tied to its own majestic grace;
But flow on the bluest waves over the oceans deep and wide   
Waiting long for things abandoned

Forsake those condemned to the early dawn, far past ten thousand year’s,
Still in all its silent symmetry, flies by a bird on wing;
Mysterious seemed that outstretched arm, in all 10 feet in span                                   
Grasping what came from the east, bound to rays of light; 
For seas are blessed by both good and bad 
Waiting long for what’s abandoned  

Fifty years is doomed to its own intent, lost in its own emotion,
While all that we can hold, is a time fifty thousand past;               
Come see what waits is a soul possessed, holding a daylights passage 
Where what seemed lost is an albatross, staring through its blacker eyes; 
But all we see is the bluest sea, left under tomorrow’s sky
Waiting long for things abandoned

Crashes still those crystalline waves, warmed by spring’s rebirth, 
Until we see an albatross, departing as the seasons change;
And a hundred thousand years escapes, slips away from time and place
Bound to the cliffs and bound to the rushes of a land so far away; 
For over the bluest sea, is the sunlight that we seek
Waiting long for those things abandoned      

Surrounded is he who waits in the shadow, lost to the rhythm we’ve created,
While somewhere stands an albatross, and drinks its salted wine;
For now is past a million years, gone to the mystery of life
Lost in the worth of simplicity and the innocents of desire;
But now the bluest sea is calm, with no sign of what is past
Waiting long for things abandoned
                                                                        
Escaped the thought of an albatross bound to the symbol of its virtue,
Leashed to the seas and the sound of the waves, longing a far off shore; 
Hold on to the meaning of our vision, past ten million years 
And hear the call of an albatross, its beauty and its wonder;
For here we see the bluest sea, in a land of lost intent
Waiting long for those things abandoned

                             By m.norton


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Grey days

Scorching sun and 
burning ground
No more blossom rose 
around
No drop from the sky
No thunder other than 
sounds-
Patch of sands like desert
island
No trench for the spy.


Details | Sonnet | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Final flight

On a regular Sunday
In a glorious atmosphere
I passed the time day dreaming
and taking in my surroundings

A slight breeze crossed my path
and as I looked up I saw a most
beautiful Bluebird soaring above
almost dancing with the wind

The many trees were filled with
birds singing and playing amongst
the branches

Suddenly without a sound or
explanation the Bluebird stopped
in mid air and fell to the ground

Astounded by what I witnessed
my heart skipped a beat.  In all
my life I never thought to see
mortality before my eyes

Full of sorrow I picked up the
little bird and as I felt the last
bit of warmth leave his body
a great tranquility came over me 

It was as if some part of my life
had been completed and it was
a feeling of finality but somehow
I understood

I laid him there under the
Great Oak tree and as I pass by
from time to time, I think about
him and how fragile yet endearing
all our lives are

I find great comfort in knowing
that at some point in my own life
my final existence will also be
held in the palm of someones
hand...


Details | Rhyme | |

Soul of a Tree

I stand strong and very tall-
My leaves are given every fall-
People come, and people go-
My leaves I gracefully wish to show-
Most people really do not look at me-
For if they did my true beauty they’d see-
Every year I grow an inch-
That time to me seems much a cinch-
For I have lived many long years-
Waiting for unruly ears-
To hear the secrets given to me alone-
For I am silent much as a stone-
But every now and then-
Much like a sleeping bear within his den-
I come to life, I speak my mind-
Some people to me will find-
I have much to say, for them to hear-
Secrets hidden amongst a tear-
Of friends, of love, of heartbreaking tragedies-
But also of the ones of remedies-
Of new found hope, they tell me stories-
Since of the secrets they have no worries-
For I have much to say, to them to hear-
Secrets forgotten amongst my tear-


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Free verse | |

Seriem - Succession

The land is bare;
hard rock and exposed outcrops 
lay open, like the pages of
an unread book for the story
of time is beheld by every
grain contained within.
Time passes slowly and the
land remains the same but
seeds of invaders are slowly
being transported into this
barren land.
The seeds embed themselves
into this dark and sombre
rock that was created when
the Earth was young. 
Rain falls onto the dry and
lonesome rock causing the 
seeds to transform into
sprouts that begin to widen
the tiniest of cracks as their
roots extend.
Every spring the sprouts become
plants that flower, catching
the essence of irony; even the
gloomiest places can capture
beauty.
Slowly the land becomes
invaded by many others but
still remain the smallest of
creations for the earth itself
is not to everyone’s taste.
As the plants grow and die the
ragged earth becomes blackened
with the very chemistry of life.
Gradually the plants become
bigger overshadowing the primary
invaders but still they rule the
very earth for without them the 
soil of the earth would only
provide for little time.
As height increases so does the
need for food and light for the
building blocks of simple sugars
are created by the elements of
the cosmos.
As time passes the soil becomes
thickened by past life and thus
trees take root, extending their
worm-like systems deep into the
earth in search of water and
earthly gases to feed their
inner workings.
This is the process of succession
rarely seen for it is overlooked 
by many; a whole new world lies
beyond our line of sight,
releasing the very essence of
life itself. 


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 | Haiku | |

Farm Life


   flock of sheep
   anxiously wait -
   farmer arrives late


Details | Couplet | |

MY MORNING

~My Morning~ The moon is going to bed now, I watch it slide away The sky a beautiful shade or orange getting ready for the new day. The pigeons start cooing taking turns in the eaves The dawn chorus is starting, birds waking in the trees. Morning is here a mist hangs low, the air is feeling damp I turn, its time to rise once more, I switch out the bedside lamp. I return to our bed to snuggle hubby, before works calls him for the day “Did you have a good night?” he asks knowing the answer will be “nay.” Three cups of coffee later the first in bed with my man It’s time to tackle the day; and get on as best one can. To waken and see another glorious night give birth to a new day But I would love to miss just one and sleep through one dawn is what I pray.
© ~GG~ 6/08/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


Details | Sonnet | |

Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


©RashanaKing2010


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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


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Hope

Today I saw a tree trunk,
Growing through a fence.
Metal bars pierced, as it grew,
It almost didn’t make sense.

Sap oozed out its flesh,
Where the spike had bored.
Victim of its own success,
As if it had fell upon its sword.

I wondered if the tree was wise,
That growing meant having to agonize.
The tree didn’t seem to mind though,
As it stretched toward the rainbow..


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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 


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NATURE'S VOICE1

HOW COOL IS THE EVE’S COLD
HOW TOUCHING IS THE BRIGHT MORNING SUN?
THE RE-ECHOING SOUNDS
OF THE MORNING BIRDS
THE FRAGRANT SMELL OF THE MORNING WOODS
A WONDERFUL DEW OF HARMON
A TELL OF GOD’S MERCY
THE ANIMALS, BIRDS, PETS 
THAT VOICE OUT
THE EXCITMENT OF NATURE’S AWESOME PRESENCE
THE MOMENTUM
EVER ROLLING CHAPTERS OF THE RIVERS AND SEA
THE THUNDEROUS AFFIRMATIONS
THE FACTS THAT NATURE TRUELY HAS A VOICE!


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Love Beneath Autumn Sky

We lay beneath autumn trees
And autumn leave gently falls.
Laying beside you I'm lost in your eyes,
I'm lost in the presence of you
And autumn leaves gently falls.

We lay there and autumn breeze blow.
Would I trade this moment, no, no.
The rose in your hair is white like winter snow,
beauty lies before my eyes and sparkles glow,
And autumn breeze gently blow.

We lay beneath autumn trees,
We lay in love of autumn breeze.
We lay together in each other eyes,
We lay beneath the season of autumn sky.

Autumn breeze blow and leaves of autumn trees fell,
Staring in your eyes I see the unspoken love for me it tells. 
Autumn leave, red, brown, yellow,
in autumn wind they rattle a love symphony of being hallow.

Small rays of sunlight,
between autumn trees had you glow.
And as we lay together beneath autumn trees,
softly in our love we watch a autumn day goes.


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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


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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


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Snow Dog

today there is snow outside
a dog is walking
he leaves yellow of fluffed white

(c) Sam


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at sunrise


at sunrise
a dew touches the rose
to smile




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Summer's Slumber -Kissing The Moon

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

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

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

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

 


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I'm Not Expecting

i’m not expecting…
fish bids summer goodbye, with 
spectacular leaps


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Fossil

I found a fossil hiding 
near something overgrown,
a historical handprint etched 
in a slab of ancient stone.

I trace the imprint idly
and marvel at its design-
the grooves coil and curve around,
and then become entwined.


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City Two

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


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In Lost Time

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


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The clock reads

11:08pm on Christmas Eve
The wind howls
And tears over the snow covered landscape
Buffeting the brown stalks
Of dried weeds
Whose heads reach up
Out of the snow
A last gasp for air
In a failed attempt
To live
Trees stand
Dark figures in the night
To obstruct the winds path
A half moon shines
Through faint wisps
Of silvery clouds
To add light
To the nights darkness
The orange glow
Of a single streetlight
Contends
With the silver moonlight
No living creatures to be seen
The wind picks up force
As the clock now reads
11:14pm


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Remeber Me With Sounds

I loved the sound of the trees, as the winds went gusting through,
The roar that bellowed from the forest, oh how it blew!

I loved the sound of silence, as snow came floating down,
Like feathers of white and each unique, oh how it covered the town!

I loved the sound of water, as it crashed and poured and gushed,
The waves, the splash, the rain and wet, oh how the people rushed!

I loved the sound of leaves, a rustle then a crunch,
From green to brown, from young to old, oh how they fell a bunch!

I loved the sound of storms, the thunder was the best,
The crashes and booms to make you shake, oh how my heart jumped from my chest!

But now I'm just a memory, these sounds you do not hear,
Dying too young creating your pain, oh how I miss the cheer!

I loved the sound of earth, the ways of life each day,
It's time to be joyful for the love I had, oh how I know you'll pray!

Let my love of natures noise go on, because before I left I wrote,
Just remember to take the time to listen, to these sounds like a music note!


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I'm Always Around

I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh

I'm not near, but I'm really not so far
If you look up I'll be the brightest star
Looking down upon God's project earth
Watching and waiting for a rebirth
When you speak I will always listen
My points will seem to shine and glisten
Giving you guidance when things seem tough
Steady now it may be rough
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

I'm here for now and always will
Never escaping, did you feel that chill?
My spirit wind brushed by your side
Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

You've given me hope and reason to breath
It's not yet time for me to leave
I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands
Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance
When we meet again someday
Be it near or far away






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Leaves That Are Green


A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly 
and the leaves that are green turn to brown





All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.


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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


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Autumn

Once again, sunshine has started its tilt, 
Shadows find themselves longer in the afternoon and earlier to bed.

Silent sentinels of wood and bark,
Calmly turn and blaze, bidding “fare-the-well” to their faithful green servants.

Harvest is coming soon; tragedy in the fields,
Painful as it is to bare, the razing is a necessity and a lesson to the hands that toil.

Lambs have been returned to the barn,
So sweet their faces, looking to the owl, who has been collecting her feathers for most of the 
summer.

Soon there will be a hearthful glimmer about the world,
Family warmth will bake childhood memories, captured in the scents of pumpkin and 
spice.

Blessed is this time to remember the heart before the frost,
To help prepare for winter’s promise of ice sickles and a time for closeness in spite of the 
cold.


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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. 


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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


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Swinging On A Star

Swinging On A Star

Catching golden love,
These soft moonbeams in a jar,
You watch from above
As if swinging on a star--
"Memories”…of love…you are. 

deborahburch©
07/22/2012


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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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Old Bones

sifting through the stones
wrist deep in icy currents
the creak of old bones


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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


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IMMERSED IN PEACEFUL THOUGHT

A beneficial mediation for the mind...
being immersed in peaceful thought,
seeing clouds drift towards sunset,
imagining places pristine and wild.


On a shining rock facing the breezy West,
I lay whispering what comes naturally...
to make a connection with the Almighty;
I praise His creations being laid down to rest.


Colors are lively images of the fading evening,
the slower the ruddy sun reaches the horizon,
the stronger the jasmines smell without repulsing...
picturesque valley, tarry much longer and glisten.


Feeling and looking happy and so serene inside,
I breathe in and out to let gladness overwhelm me...
looking in a certain direction with my glance of intensity
to connect with the spectacular planets that seem to glide.


Let this face glow without denying its deserved joy,
let my contemplation carry me to the ends of infinity
to bring back healing secrets Mankind never discovers...
see me immersed in peaceful thought among marigolds!


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spirits that will outlast

  I'm the sentient of individuality,
the warrior of my path,
free from anything claiming power,
that laughs at social wrath,
that walks with firm ability,,
  I'm the control at present,
that nothing steers for me,
the navigator twards sole horizons,
free destinations I independently see,
honor of my life's intent,,
  Sole creators of this choice,
that others look to see,
that leads with independent indifference,
knowing that it's not free,
leading with the strongest voice,,
  This independence the hardest road,
but worth it above all,
knowledge of this gained wisdom,
you'll rise above the call,
power of one so bold,,
  The ancestors of ancient past,
knew this all too well,
always striving twards independent light,
staring down faces of hell,
true spirits that will outlast.


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AUTUMN'S DAWN

Hot cocoa seeps down.
Gazing through the flakes of ice,
i welcome autumn.


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Tangerine

The damp foggy mist is heavy
coating the pines and creek.
The rising sun shades it deep pink.
Black sheep float over seek

a peek of the country's peaceful scene.
Quiet siloam time short.
Soon the owl will be asleep.
The rooster stops his exhorts..

As I peel the tangerine
and the scent permeates
the cold damp morning air; life gives
So many golden states

to be enjoyed, deep the delight
exciting time in life.
Thank you God for another day
And for hearing the wildlife..  


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Ethereal Autumn

I reason out the drip-dried lakes in the modifying clime
When I flowed the dawning dew in the praising sky,
I promised to sojourn the supernal time
When I choired with the migrating birds in the autumn dry.

I look for the diurnal stars in the sidereal time
When I see the clear blue sky,
I opine the cosmo alike the paradise
When I breathe the aura in the autumn dry.

I reason out the falling leaves in the cone-bearing streets
When I zest under the insolated sky,
I smell the parterre alike the eden
When I aught to scent the rose in the autumn dry.

I look for the silver lining in the cotton clouds
When I fly to reach the hued sky,
I worded the ambiance alike the promised land
When I greeted the fetes in the autumn dry.


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Love Is In The Air Tonight

Baby lets take that drive today.
Its the right time to get away.
Lets go to that same old spot
that we both know so well.

Its there. The sun
is always warm and nice.
And the river runs so cool,
always flowing thru our minds.

Love is in the air tonight.
This time, this time that we share.
Being here, being here without a care.
Love is in the air tonight.

When we're here we feel free.
So plentiful, just you and me.
We know its here for sure.
We'll make love all thru the night.

Love is in the air tonight.
Holding hands below the stars.
Below the stars, we begin to dance.
And we'll dance all thru the night.

Love is in the air tonight.
We'll sleep all day,
just to wake all night.
To wake and love and dance.

Under stars again,
love in the air to share.
Another night again,
always hand and hand.

Love is in the air tonight.


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A Note Left Behind (to a Son)

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

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

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

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

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


for Constances contest "Mother"


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No Escape

Next to the river
Two foxes stalk a rabbit
As snow is falling


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Change

Everything in life is in a constant state of change A mountain may appear fixed for it is unlikely to change noticeably in our lifetime Yet from the perspective of infinite time that mountain is just as transient as the morning mist Even as one looks at the mountain it is changing The sun, wind, rain, snow and other forces of Nature are continually changing that mountain It may take millions perhaps billions of years for a noticeable change but Nature has infinite time for the change


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Vermont Country Winter Memories

At 40 below zero in the Vermont country side, 
the frost can be actually seen in the air
as sparkling frost dust seemingly defying gravity.
The skin showing between your mittens and sleeves
will be frost bitten in a matter of minutes if not covered.
 Gloves just don’t do the job.
Moisture from my breath freezes on my mustache and beard.
Spit is frozen by the time it hits the ground...
Kick it and it shatters into pieces.
Working with any intensity causes the lungs to ache.
The air is crisp and very still. The scenery is crystal clear .
The colors of nature, the sky, trees and chimney smoke rising almost perfectly vertical in the windless valleys are striking and sharp.
Your nostrils begin to stick together. Your forehead hurts at first and your eyes begin to ache when moving from one scene to another for some reason..
Your forehead has stopped hurting so you had better get inside because the skin may be getting frost bit. As you get inside to the warmth of the shack you realize that your lips are splitting and it’s time for the lip balm or they will be bleeding soon.. again. Note not to trim my mustache until Spring. Take off the insulated boots, parker, sweater, coveralls ear flap hat and hood before I start sweating…. Never did get to shovel myself out of the yard. Maybe tomorrow. Stoke up the wood stove, brew up a cup of coffee, sit in the old rocker and listen to the fire crackling.. eating up the wood I’ve split and dried.
     Maybe tomorrow it’ll warm up a bit eh, old dog friend of mine? Lay down Country Boy and rest your old bones. We’ll go fetch us some work in town tomorrow if the truck starts. Atta boy … lay down there and we’ll day dream a while about going down to Florida to live next winter. Meanwhile, well meanwhile, ..you know … we’ll just …… listen to the fire…. And ….be warm …....
            


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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 






 


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Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable


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Sunset Picture

As the sun moves down and sets behind the distant trees, You take a deep breath, the perfect time of day, if you please. Shoulders relax as you sit and reflect on the hours gone by, Evening approaches as the day ends and you breathe a sigh. The sky changes colour from warm yellow to pinkish mauve, Supper is done and the dirty dishes are still sitting on the stove. Don’t work through this picture, you don’t want to miss the glow, The shine on the river, the reflected shadows make time slow. Not only is the world most beautiful now but without the sun, It signals that if its been a bad day, it is now officially done. Sometimes in the summer, its a perfect time to take a drive, Makes you feel good, singing and driving, just glad to be alive. You anticipate the oncoming evening because it holds your private time, Where you can take a bath and soak, that feeling of calm, so sublime. Sundown reminds you that repairing slumber time will soon be here, Tomorrow, same feelings but the picture changes throughout the year. Written by Lee Ramage September 30, 2011 For Nette Onclaud’s contest “In 24 hours” Placed 3rd


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CRYSTALLINE #1

For hours I've sat beside this brook
Watching all the fish swim by my hook


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Trees of Old

Trees have a kind of flexibility,
Given time they will grow
And left untouched
Branches will wrap around
With twisted, gnarled limbs,
Integrating themselves
Into unintentional abstract art.
A photographer's dream.


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.


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Spirit Flight (LOVE)

A simple peace of this fragmented reality of the spirit flight 
now, I lay me down to sleep
a spiritual realm of possibilities inches forward
my third eye of perception wide and receiving 
an unconscious consciousness of God's realm peering inward 
a small piece of life's mystery reveals a brilliant flight    
purple and light green float in a vision beyond comprehension 
I dive in and receive this unimaginable gift
a garden of light and energy suspended free
my spirit heeds the call as I drift 
submersed in a love words cannot express
I drown in light...............




The Spiritual Dream 
A Rambling Poet Contest "A Fragmented Dream"  
By Rick Parise


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No Title

My bed is anxious,waiting for my snores Today's going to bed, tomorrow's a few steps ahead I wonder why I took "the" pen I feel like putting them down What? My thoughts What am I inking? Nothing! Exactly! Just wanna scratch my itchy paper with my juicy ink Singers? Go sing... Comedians? Go do comedy... Others? What's your "itchy paper?" Have you applied your "ink?" Be good at what you do Love what you do Practice... Go scratch it!


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Vast Love

The love that kisses with a tasteless tear
A pain that can’t be painted on the soul
A longing for a place without a fear
Longing for a feeling that makes me whole
Beloved, words can’t heal my tattered heart.
As thorns pass me by the pain cant compare
That of the pain of being torn apart
Even the wind howls about it I swear
Tell me was falling in love my mistake
I chose my own fate and decided to stay
I will not let this love become forsaken
Love can’t just get up and spirit away
Love is worth overcoming a mountain
My love for you flows like a vast fountain


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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 


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Dark Days

The morning fog settles low to the ground.
The clouds above are black and grey.
Thunder roars a mighty sound.
As I awake, no sun today.
The forecast tells of dark days.
Lightning strikes electrify.
Slicing through the great black sky.
Clouds continue to roll in,
keeping speed with the wind.
As I awake, no sun today.
Rain slaps hard at my windowpane.
The forecast tells of dark days.
Thunder shakes the walls in my room.
It rains and rains until the rise of the moon.
The wind begins to whistle a tune.
Forecast calls for dark days.
I hope its not a hurricane.
Wind spins the weathervane.
Trees fall across the lane.
I hope its not a hurricane.


Details | Quatrain | |

Light in Darkness

I lost myself in dense darkness Leading into a quagmire-like place My mind do have shrewdness But this time it's not the case Only fools lead owns self astray In the place of no light Where it's senseless to take flight Place's price you need to pay There is a place of light But why go to the night It shows we are foolish We make our own life hellish Indeed, most of the time we are idiotic But need not to be frantic Because by God light was created So that in darkness we can be guided


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The Hourglass of Life

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


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Evening's The Time I Think

Evening's the time I think,
When the world's most at peace,
When all the day's cares cease.
The sun rests beyond touch.
The young moon desires much.
The stars yawn---All awake!
Like June fireflies they blink
And wait for dawn to break.
Sometimes one will fly
And leave its perch of sky.
I watch it in its flight
Soar off into the night.
Evening's its time I think.


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' sun smiles '

~*~ ========= aureate shaft fazed copious pigments imbibed newfangled "prime" glared. ~*~ ========================


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Mother Nature Speaks

Mother Nature speaks of many tribulations, sending the message to all great nations. Wandering sheep and wolves on the prowl, you’re losing your way with a language so foul. The winds are stirring up a storm, and the wheat is gathered from the farm. Where the truth is known, but blown away, many left behind in just one day. Mother Nature speaks and it’s not a code. Listen and believe to save your soul. Tornadoes swirling and rains flood the land, Watch the signs for time is at hand. Heaven will open and you will see the King! This will be the end for every thing. Heartache and anguish for those left behind. Did you not pay attention to these great signs? Mother Nature is speaking for all to hear! Listen and believe and have no fear. The end of time is soon at hand, and all great nations will surely stand, before God!


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Heart and Mind

* Heart & Mind *   


I wonder, and I wonder of this heart of mine, for I know there are so many things for 
me to find

I felt a pain so I left at the same time, to a small house that was designed

I passed the first and took the next in line, because the big house wasn’t finished so 
there wasn’t any time.

I jumped and entered, then did what I had to do at the time, and then something 
flashed across my mind, for there’re similarities of the same signs

I wonder, and I wonder, is she the true angel of mine, for she is full of the sweet 
sweet signs 

I wonder and I wonder, is she the true love of mine, for all that I know of her is that 
she straps the heart and mind: she’s caring, sharing and most of all my father’s 
design

I see her nose, especially her sweet smile, every time she crosses my mind, for with 
such a smile, she will always be in my mind

I never always get what I want but that’s ok; it is for the best at times 

But this time I am sure that if I don’t receive her, one thing for sure, she will always 
be apart of my mind

For she is a sweet little creature of my father’s design that will always be in my heart 
of mine


Details | I do not know? | |

Chapters

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

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

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

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

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

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










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Awakening

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


Details | Haiku | |

Park

spring wet dry summer 										         enclosed folds youthful times						                                  fall wind cold winter


Details | I do not know? | |

O, One Day You Will Ask (Rhymethor)


Welcoming misty spring
The Bluebells, sweetly, ring
Come quickly and listen
The love songs of Eden

Listen or you will miss 
The transition of this
Sleepy, sleepy winter 
To a spring of wonder

The love songs of Eden
Come quickly and listen
The Bluebells, sweetly, ring
Welcoming misty spring

Missing it, one day you’ll ask, “Where did my heart go?” 




Note:

Rhymethor is a poetic form with a title of 6 syllables, 
3 rhyming stanzas of 6 syllables, (rhyme scheme: 
aabb, ccdd, bbaa) and an inverted 3rd stanza of the 
1st stanza, with a concluding line of 12 syllables, 
representing the total number of lines.



Hello soupers,

Hope you’re enjoying my craziness of inventing
such structured (crazy?) poetic forms…lol. 
Btw, Rhymethor is “Rhyme me, Thor!” my wife’s 
phrase. She yelled me this while I was writing a 
poem. She said I’ve no time for her, cos of my 
passion. So, what I did I stopped my writing and 
I rhymed her…lol! You see, I’m crazy!

 





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Tranquility

Introduction: Wonders of the lights, the meditative aurora of the world...


In silenced sleepless nights
They draw me close to them,
Through visionary lands and sights
Of unfulfilled needs, the worldly fame,

Towards a realm without immorality
The immortality of kindness,
The poignant poise of sympathy
Lives be in them, placidness.

Airy lands of the skies
The soundless voice of paradise,
The symbol peace of serenity
Let it be released - Tranquility.


Details | Tanka | |

Flight


_________________________

she always sings love
each morning as the spring sun
warms her gracious heart

above the hills soft shadow
her destiny soars beyond.........

_________________________

Contest

"Wow me in 5 lines"

Poet ~ Rick Parise


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When The Conch Shell Loses Its Roar

"We won't have a society if we destroy the environment." 
- Margaret Mead 



It's time to face the facts, Jack, Jill; 
give the marsh back to the ocean, 
move uphill. Give the river back 
its mouth, the shore to the sea. 
It's way past time to clean the obscene – 
ness from the blue-green waters 
we rape to feed us. Dead zones exist 
in the deep, yet we weep 
when nature disturbs our ego. 

We just don't get it. The need to breathe 
begins in the sea. It's life, renewed, 
in grasses that cleanse our ignorance, 
in spite of our arrogance, 
We are choking her to death 
with stupidity and greed. 


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March Winds

Spring is on the distant horizon, another month has gone, now just a memory
Seasons flow seamlessly, path's of time seem faster, now in my golden years
The month of March is vigorous and piping, the month of new life in nature,
The coldness of our winter very gently fades, birds sing high in the trees,
But beware of gales as they rush through our woods, over meadows and glades.

The wild wrath of winter eases, March winds are fast, chasing the cold away,
Branches bend and groan, dead wood falls, ruining thatches and old buildings,
The wind bites but wild flowers spring from black soil in meadows and glades,
Measure the difference of the solemn fitfulness's of autumn, and March winds
As People gingerly look out on mild days time to begin work in their gardens.

The last days of February sees the frost less severe, the slushy snow melting,
All in keeping with ancient character the month is wet from thaw and dampness,
A time for floods as snows melt, rain and sleet pours, this is our wet season,
There is movement in the woods, leas and the forests nature starts to wake up,
Now as sap is stirring in trees, buds begin to show green on bushes and boughs.


Details | Free verse | |

End of Times

                                 
                    The End of Times is coming.
                   You can feel it in your bones.
              Floods, earthquakes, and tsunamis…
                      Are only the first to show.
                         Where will you hide? 
                 When the plagues come around?
                    Salvation will be hard to find,
                          For those earthbound.

                               2012 is coming
                          Is it fact or is it myth?
           The Earth’s weather patterns are changing.
                         Fossils are everywhere
                            Will we be stronger?
                            Or in the rocks grip?




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Rawe of the Raven Hair

The river lay across the path
Like a never ending tale
Murmured secrets passing by
Through that dim and moonlit dale

And I stood by upon the path
Water seemed to say to me
That "Only Innocent may pass
All were once those truly free"

It seemed I saw a child there
In the river, on the shore
A beautious thing with golden hair
Eyes black as the river's core

She walked into the river then
As she touched the water's side
She did not sink, but Innocent
Walked atop the river wide

"River daughter" named I her
In that realm of unknown sounds
Bowed she then, and touched her hair
Into the river's damping crowns

As she melted to the depths
I knew to be the river base
I was distracted from her sight
By moonlight on the farther face

Across the river did I see
Silver-black was shimmering
And in the moonlight there I saw
Hair as black as raven-wing

The river of the night lay there
Know that I was lost for words
"I, Rawe of the Raven Hair"
Spoke the river, and I heard

Rawe of the Raven Hair
Gods are wont to know thee
None is there so beautious fair
I shall always love thee

The deep enchantress of the night
So the legends often say
The faerie of the darker light
Not seen ever 'neath the day

The legends tell she is the river
When the moon is on the rise
The stories say she is the moonlight
When the river all still lies

Not a sound did break that silence
Yet the river spoke to me
"Be ye innocent and pass"
Into this moonlit misery

Entranced by nothing but the night
Stepped I to the river then
And, Innocent, I walked above
Water never meant for men

The River-Child I'd seen before
Brought me to my innocence
And not a thought within me lay
But the thought of infant bliss

So cross did I, and as I did
Water still beneath my lay
The moonlight shone upon the bank
Rawe on the bank did stay

Perplexed, she looked, and spoke she then
"How crossed thee o'er the river's shore?
Innocence unmeant for men
Resides within thee: in thy core."

"How canst thou cross the river Styx
Unknown to Charon, undead and live?"
Said I to her "Ah, I am dead:
Dead to reality's soft lies"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Beauty not in life, in Death
None is there so beautious fair
Truth lies in thy breath"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Life is wont to know thee
All death's freedom, no life's care
Won't you come with me?"

In that realm of soft delusions
Truth was still her words inside
"Though in Death life can be free,
Life of Death is suicide."


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Flowing River

sweet love from a rock
like a river flowing down
a spring for new life

© Joseph, 6/12/08
© All Rights Reserved


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Dawn

A blue bird sings,
a raven calls,
how sweet the sound,
how strange the fall.











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Morning

For many years my mornings were unnoticed in the rushing blur; with one eye on the speeding clock, the other searching for lost sock. Someone has left his books behind and there’s the sock so hard to find. Mornings when young family grew were busy times of getting through. And then, those years I was employed, morning did not find me overjoyed. I had no time to spare a minute to find a bit of pleasure in it. Retired and children grown, I’ve found When I have the chance to look around to see the glory of the morn, it makes me glad that I was born. No other time of day is new And sparkling with the morning dew. As the sun rises over distant hills it’s then my heart with gladness fills. The colors painted in the sky, unmatched by any mortal’s dye with skill unequaled by mere man, have made of me a morning’s fan. The rest of my day is filled with duty. Morning is the time to savor beauty. By: Joyce Johnson 9/28/11 for nette's contst "In 24 Hours"Won one of several 4ths


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Spring Feeling

The sun is shining
Everyone is now smiling
Winter is leaving

© Sam, 4/12/08


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Carry On To Carrion

I get lost when i think about it.

My heart is parallel with time
I feel as though this beat I carry on 
is endless.

There was no start

I will never finish

I just keep going, 

With forever,

Until time is nonexistent

Until this beat becomes consistent

And one day my body will drop

As my beat runs parallel with time, 

I carrion.


Details | Couplet | |

Seasons Last Leaf

Seasons Last Leaf
Purged atop a lofty Popular 
A singular leaf all that holds
Like in drowning - gasping for last breath
A life once was – now clinging to the past
The season of spring brought forth its life
Love to blossom to bear fruit and green
The wonders- all newly felt and viewed
The leaf smiled among the young it knew
In summer time the heat did soar
The leaf grew as rains did pour
By trials of wind water thunder and drought
The leaf endured each tribulation and grew proud
At first frost many shivered and fell
But most became brilliant chrisom red- do tell
A gathering of color painted by the creator’s finger
As the leaf among the many waited its time
Now the last- singularly purged atop the lofty popular
The life given it wavers to left than right
Until the leaf rest among the assembled piles afoot
In winter time a blanket comes
Upon the leaf the piles the ground
Nature cocoons to repair once more
The hope that comes after winter’s storms


Details | Shape | |

pine

Day 
after day,
night after 
night,
the lonely tall pine
embraces her many
lodgers
in her stiff outstretched arms.
And in every nook and 
cranny they forage, hunt and horde
before the coming winter.
And in 
return 
they
flinging 
their refuse
to the soft earth.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Autum

The clouds become darker as the sun begins to fade
the wind picks up 
& whistle's louder more & more each day
summer  season is over as autum creeps in 
it's that time of the year when the tree's shred there leaves
to make way for the new growth
For me it is
cleaning the fire place & chopping wood to burn
stocking up on hot chocholate
and borrowing a few books to get me through
As i sit in my lounge chair
I manage to write a few poems to add to the soup!
speaking of soup it needs a stir now
warm hearty veggie's 
Mmmmmm..I can taste it now
Autum for me is so snug & cozy
my favourite time of year to spend some quality time with just me.. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Steal me away

		Steal me away


Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air

As waters crash upon the rocks on the shore
The waves of this life takes us on a journey 
As the ripples make their indentation in the sand
each line another path we must face

Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air

As the buds spring when the timing is right 
The clouds play a game of "What am I" 
As the moon sits still in it's place 
My imagination is going wild
with the freedom of this place

Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air

The last time I sat here with a friend we gazed at the water as though 
that moment in time would never end 
As we listen to the sound of the crickets scratching
and fish jumping, a boat skims across the sea
I could hear the wind yet talking to me 
I can't see you but I know your here 
stealing free touches with nothing to keep you clear

Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air


Details | Sonnet | |

One Seed

I planted a seed and it grew and grew.
It grew so high touching a cloudy sky.
With one main branch it sprouted high.
I cut it down telling myself I’m through.
 
But that main branch stayed so true.
I started watering daily at noon nigh.
And I would always wave good bye.
I can’t even tell you the birds it drew.
 
That branch was awesome.
Every day a new leaf to see.
Always a flowering blossom.
New blooms would always be.
 
It is amazing at what one seed can do.
Even those seeds lying inside of you.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Rhyme | |

Time

Ancient thoughts that robbed my mind
Twin only to celestial time
Idled is how time is seen
oh how lonely time must be
Death has swallowed time erase
get thee thither no time to waste
Endless mirrored time prolonged 
thrushed into timeless beautifully adorned
Mocking recklessly marveling at the chase
Longing for time to take her place


Details | Free verse | |

EYE Don't See -Part 4-

My heart is beating with upbeat delight 
You astound me…in every shape and form 
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm

And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss… 
And I’m far from my demise… 
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

Just protect me from any harm 
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run 

You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity 
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?

And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day 
And the night is coming to haunt me… 
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight? 
When will He feed me His awesome might? 

Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!

And I’m left to venture off into His path…

Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares 
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears – 
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion

Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…

My eyes 
No longer witness oblivion 
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction 

I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . 

Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!

Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes  
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment

Eye 
cherish 
that 
REMARKABLE 
moment 


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Bus

Winshield wiper blades
on the windows of the bus
making rain music


Details | Free verse | |

The Wonderful Lens

A number of tasks to handle,
and not even a space left to enjoy,
as the work needs to be completed,
as fast as it can be done,
in spite of the hard work,
we do daily,
we do need some respite, 
and these could be done,
in a number of ways,
by walking,
or jogging
or by watching television,
or by watching films,
in the multiplexes,
those which lie in every nook and corner of the street,
but some derive pleasure,
through travelling, 
others by travelling through the forests,
accompanied by a special companion,
some large and some small,
known as the camera,
taking a step at a time,
as silently as possible,
as to not to wake up the wild living in here,
by capturing the photos of these lovely creatures,
living in here,
some of the these wonderful creatures are seen,
roaming as freely as possible in the wild,
look how carefree they are,
but their ears are opened quite wide,
to heed for any danger,
heading their way,
it’s time for me to return home,
from the wild,
as it is time for me to deliver,
these photos to my manager,
as this has been my job,
for which I do get paid for,
to look after my family,
I do need to hurry,
as I do not travel by four wheelers,
or two wheelers,
as the pollution created by these,
could endanger the wild living in here,
I do travel far and wide,
with my bicycle,
for all the work I do, 
and I do not mind this,
as my love for the wild,
exceeds boundaries forever!!

From:-Mr. Manu Nair.


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A Rain Of Orange

Autumn's rain is here,
expect the orange flooding...
for us to enjoy.


Details | Free verse | |

Spinning The Abuse Web

Watching the spider as he catches his prey
Spinning his web, delivering venom 
Back and forth doing his work skillfully
There in the web a little Gheni Wasp

Fight back each time the spider approaches
Trying to sting and get away at the same time
Each time the Wasp gets weaker _more paralysis
Soon the spider can't move but still alive_barely

The spider slowly digest the wasp_eats _enjoys
Using it up until just a shell__inside empty
But still fear_each time the spider approaches
Fear_torment until death__then spider starts again


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Consider the lilies

I cherish the reassuring presence of my six-petaled friend,
Star-like head on an impossibly thin stem
Your fluted trump turned towards the sun.

Paler than your more vibrant cousins
Against the darkness of your surroundings,
You have been a constant support
During a week of difficult days.

Despite your evident fragility,
Your searching after light
Inspires in me my own quest
For all that is true and beautiful.

Drawing deep from the water beneath you
You have summoned strength to stand
As a bright witness to your Creator.

Too soon your destined time will be o'er,
So I celebrate the short time in your company
Knowing that before long you will fade, wither
And die.

Returning to the ground which gave you life
To store the energy you will need
To burst into life
Again
Next Spring.


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GROWING UP

On the empty floors I am watching the nights roll
flowing in other nights.
Nature's mirror has come to give birth and to destroy
the typhoons are embracing me, an unstoppable power
in my two arms.
Between logic and the holy the notions are lost
I am turning blue inside the sky's blue.
And I return again and again to repay the same sin
upon which my own blood has dropped
and with blood I try for centuries to pay.
My form is drawing circles
-what is your name?-my name is Human.
Can this mortality embrace the darkness?
Can my bare hands hold within them the air?
I was born for the renaissance of colours,
I threw green and yellow at the edge of the horizon,
I painted red the lost dreams of history
and I placed white on all the spots of the sky.
I was born to destroy and I dig pits everyday,
I bury inside them living truths and I cover them with shovel and water.
Be quiet! The seasons are sleeping...
With small knives I carve the corners of the world
until I find the bone to puncture it, deeper and deeper.
Our fears are breaks of the Universe
they are transfered from planet to planet,
they change orbit, while cleaving the clouds.
''Learn how to walk, learn how to talk, learn how to kiss, learn how to leave, learn how to love, learn how to kill"...
Hollow bodies at the mountains top are burning with the flames of redemption.
They carry the same rock everyday, everynight until they reach the end,
the end that doesn't exist.
They fill the glasses with water, the glasses that dont have bottom.
Don't ask me to change the world, you only gave me soil but you have forgotten the water
and with hands dry and dirty I collect time to repay you
for your graces, because there is light and there is darkness, because I stop in front of red and I walk in front of green.
But you don't know, you don't, that I find strenght everyday, since I opened my eyes,
I am preparing in silence and I am clentcing my teeth
because the time will come, when I will throw a big punch at this carton world,
I will tear it up in half and I will see what lies behind,
behind the lie.
Shaken off from my dirty morality
I will touch the sacred redemption
I will wake up from the dream,
I will embrace at last, for the first time, reality.


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Matted Layers

I came from behind and my God at what I saw.
I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you.
I counted exact minutes with the seconds too.
But I stood there intact with no lines to draw.
 
There are many versions of Grace Verse’s law.
So I read through them one by one until blue.
So I picked up the torch it was all I could do.
I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe.
 
I gave glory to the Sun and Moon,
I exalted a few Stars along my way.
I even rode in on a cloud at noon,
It was a bright beautiful blessed day.
 
But there were matted layers of deception,
I guess you can only imagine my reception.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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Journey into the Snowy Forest

Striding into the snowy fortress my tepid heart at double time 
paces
Entering a pine colonnade sprouting a wintry mane, saddled with 
velvety laces    
Cloaked with icy needles forming a brittle, hooded trellis
Golden beams seap through the shielded parapet gilding the frosty 
mantle with an iridescence
The distant peaks shrouded with the glow of satin evanescence
Following an unmarked, winding trail spurred on by an eery 
prescience
My unbridled senses discharged; my tempered spirit for the 
mysterious journey braces
A haunting stillness shadows my movements; stealthily my 
boundary encases  
Shuttered from the outside world and its vapid spaces
Where time is muted and nature's discordant rhythm races 
A pristine environment where tendrils caress, limbs bristle, the cold 
wind chases
A cloudy fondue swirls overhead and each spiralling steeple 
embraces
Squawking squirrels prance freely on the floor without leaving any 
traces
Bald eagles glide above the crenelated spires crowning the summit 
with their magestic graces
A maverick-cardinal's chirps funnel through the shrouded mist, 
temporarily the dreary damper effaces
A Snowy owl crests over the hollowed thickets scanning the tight 
nooks and crawl spaces 
White-tailed deer cautiously trek through covered thickets, matted 
fields which their camouflage erases
Filtering through the blustery labyrinth, an open field the rough 
terrain displaces
The broad meadow teaming with yesterday's cares my 
adventurous journey replaces
Looking longingly back on my charted path, my bridled heart the 
solitary life praises    
 
    

 
   


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






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Strings

back and forth,
running with a string
i dance, back and forth
flowing like a ribbon
the wings of a butterfly,
flapping endlessly
the songs that i sing
mimmick the life 
beneath my skin
reveal the truth that's missing
try, to see my eyes
move, to see my pride
i am the endless flow
that lives alongside every moment
whether it's here or not
in every hidden escape
beyond the skies
that the insane have created
to arrange this line of seperation
this line of time
to decipher what is dead and what is alive
pulling me, i resist
i rise, slowly into the sun
resisting this motion
my senses inexistent
my aura, surrounding within
with wings like a dove,
soaring between clouds of coffins
picturing memories
that once existed somewhere
once before
back and forth,
stumbling,
i am being guided on a string
to soon collide
in a cosmic explosion
sweet memento mori
surrounding my frames
in flames,
these strings exist too
they are a part of me
a part of you
what have we got in common
is it the color of the string
or who is higher in the wind
who we can not see
what we do not believe
a point of certainty
resting between sanity and insanity
that the world has not yet reached


Details | Personification | |

My Visitor part2

In mystery I awed her quietness while Mother Nature accompanied with a wind song
January is her name, eyes bedazzled like the stars that dance in the dark
Cheeks shiny and pristine, skin pale transluscent and new just like this year
The sun crept behind its veil of white and January said she must go
Hard and unimaginable to believe she prompted to stay a lovely thirty one days
31 days of songs, skipping over the frosty crunch of dehydrated land
Holding hands as my year proceeds, she lets go
In sympathy she promises her return same time as always
In reality I let her go and in pain forsake the other months to come
But as she gently climbed back out my window she looks back smiles
Galliantly like a soldier who has finally returned and with a whip of the wind 
A gentle whisper she leaves her love in symbolic bumps from head to toe of my body
I shudder grabbing closer my coat
Her scent I still smell... of sage, rosemary and leftover holly
Trinkles of wet cascade down my cheek slightly brushing the edges of my shoulder
As I say... 
See ya soon! my dear old gal January


Details | I do not know? | |

The Expansion

Universal Expansion
stars are light machines
the energy created by the fuels they burn
bring forth the velocities which expand space
here in this realm, a sea of time

Maybe,
I am no scientist you see
but yes it seems:

Gravity, a point in time
it requires a relative amount of energy
to move it fast or slow
time the density of space
it's resistance determines the flow
as the stars burn the fuels that bring forth the light
who's velocity expands the unverse by pulling time
staight out of the emensly dense gravity of nothingness
that is a black hole
and the light and the holes are standing still
while time expands
into three diminsional bands
that bare record of all things within

Foils of time fly by
points sheared capture flight
creating the atoms, molecules and chains of things
even things that come alive
they are infused by the will of our father
who gives freely his spirit of life
then these things live until their time
Yes,he wants to raise up children
he wants to multiply
in our end we'll have to give an account
of what we did and why
we abuse his gift until we die
so repent while your still alive
repent or run and hide
from the grace and beauty of all creation
that magnifies and glorifies his name forever more
Oh the fear
the fear of knocking on forevers door
love children love
then love some more
so that you might learn to love
forever more
forever more
it is a great responsability
to be a child of the Lord
so love children love
love forever more
then love some more


Details | Quintella | |

Nightfall

The crescent moon gleams so bright
The sun has collapsed, and forth comes the night
Shadows of the trees stand steadfast and tall
Against the night sky one seems so small
This day comes to a close until dawn’s light.


Details | Free verse | |

Notes from a Lifeboat

The thing about writing is that you have to organize your deck
Putting the marina ghosts locked inside the captain’s head
And when the itchy comes the breakers will stop
So you can finally see lightness in feelings, words and thoughs

They need to be filled, to be told
But, sometimes, you don’t have a story or a punchline to hold
My job it’s to write; it’s to feel the need for visualization
But life wants landscapes, reality and comprehension

I know he’s listening to the jazz music 
And seeing the bubbles popping out of his glass of champagne
The pain from his brain doesn’t make him sane and vain
No, not today

I love that boy too much to bring him to my reality, thou
So, that’s just how things roll
No morals or good remedy from happy endings this night
I can tell that we need to emerge through dark profundities from time to time…
But do you think we might?”


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Wandering columella

haunt departed shell                                                                                              
hooked by time's spiral                                                                                           
crossing hot desert


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Autumn

Crispy brown leaves fall softly unto the ground
The squirrels scurry around, finding nuts for the cold oncoming season
Yes, it is times for days for become shorter, and nights longer
The cold winds seem to be playing with the newly fallen leaves
Gunshots can be heard for it is hunting season
A deer falls to the ground with it's sad brown eyes
Now- it is time for leaf piles, made neatly with leaf blowers,
and ruined again from children
It's a celebration season with food to go around,
and candy with costumes-
A lovely season, it is Mother Nature's pride
It is time for picnics in the park
The best games in the World Series
It is time for going for a walk in the woods
People go for a jog to see more of this lovely season
And some just stare out their window in awe
This season has a  feeling unlike winter or summer
This is the best season of all
Autumn

Written by my daughter Elora Green, age 9. 
2002


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INVERTED

The trembling thumb of threatening thunder
Strikes silvery shimmering of silken sludge
And adjoins an arch on alter of an afforest.
It inverts insipid immobility of irrationality.


Details | Free verse | |

where the heart is strong

When I was young, I had no desire to grow roots.
Home happened where ever I kicked off my boots.
Now that I have traveled many lands,
I wish only to go back home.
To feel it, to see it, to hold it in my hands.
I wish no longer to roam.
Youth tends to be arrogant and blind.
Not knowing what I had, for home was mine.
Now it is the place for which I yearn.
The place from which I came, and wish to return.
The passing of time can have a strange effect on the heart.
After many wasted years, one wants to be back where we start.
Funny how being away for so long can change a soul.
Just as equally strange how coming home can make one whole.
This is where I will always belong,
For this is where my soul is at ease and my heart beats strong.









Sarah Comstock
5/20/00


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


Details | Free verse | |

Musical Entities

At the top of this mountain
My heart pounding
Aware of all i possess
Once upon a time in vacancy land,
I close this book,
It's last words read,
The power,
I watch as the waves spread
Layering over the crowd
Suffocating us all within unity
The ground shakes
As i lye here
Ants colonizing over the surface of my flesh
Dependent opon the vibrations of my skin
Sand sinking further in my back
Golden braids blend with the light
The grass reveals orange
Illuminiscent beauty,
A land once vacant,
Now taken over by the power of sound
The waves descend,
Ascending farther past this plain
Clouds breathing
Whispering echoes heard from this surface
Over and over,
Once again,
We are counting on this feel
We are losing the hours into the night
The full moon beams patterns
Never seen before,
Only to be cherished for this night
This moment in reality,
A body of vibrations
With ties so loosely,
Woven in and out of structures
Between the buried and me,
We remain threads of certainty,
In this moment,
Dependent on one another,
Through the body of the greater
The body of the ocean,
Counting on us to voice peaceful serenity
To accomodate the loss some of us have never found
I watch as stars fall on my face
Burning my mind, for all that i once knew before
Rising to greet the occassion,
The waves pick me up and guide me through the music


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Haze

Late autumn evening,
A haze of dew dusts the earth,
The wind smells of rain


Details | Free verse | |

Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……


Details | Rhyme | |

Restore the Walls of Jericho

Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans 
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions

They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”

Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place 
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!

They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”  

Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving 

They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?

“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
 “Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”

Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery! 
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – 
Their lack of optimism and gratitude  
Buried them down in captivity
 

How can you bear their poverty? 
How can He save them from destruction and pity?

They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…” 

Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!


Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 
goodbye.

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mighty Oak

                             I stand alone, a wise old tree
                        Natures' Watcher, forever, watching Me
                         My roots are deep, my wisdom much
                         Surviving the sun, the storms & such

                          As earthly season comes and goes
                           Roots grow deeper… foliage grows
                           Leaves & blooms, sunshine kissed 
                            Heavens’ rains, my bounty exists

                        Natures' Watcher providing every need
                           Sunshine, rainfall, night for seed
                           Create, extend and give forth life
                        Thru myriad of trials and withering strife

                            Roars of thunder, bolts of light
                          Rainfall, sunshine bring forth life
                          To grow, to blossom, if we listen
                             Carry wind, my only mission

                           Winds of time, forever survive 
                            Willowing branches my wings,
                        Leaves, born to fall, become the earth
                  Never at rest…this wise old tree…forever evolving


Details | Free verse | |

Beautiful Cycle -- Leaf of Nature

Gentle breeze caressing joyful cheek
Blooming blossoms in its shadow
Dancing in the wind it waves
Autumn colors so grand
Winter makes it sigh
Spring budding new
Summer blooms
Dancing
Leaf!



Comments:   The nonet poem has nine lines, with the first line containing nine 
syllables, the second line eight, the third seven, then six, next five, then four and 
continuing until the last and ninth line has one syllable. The nonet poem may be 
written about any subject, and rhyming is optional. 


Details | Free verse | |

Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


Details | Free verse | |

Falling Shadows

In the falling shadows of autumn’s reds and yellows,
Children dance across concrete sidewalks, 
	Laughing in and out of the bright, white street lights of Eighth Street.
	Screen doors slam at nine, dogs yap, yapping in the backyard
As rustling leaves blow from manicured and watered
green lawn to green lawn
the full, white moon shines down, down across town
	dusty yard to dusty yard
The rustling leaves blow, scratch at the earth,
	Screen doors slam, sirens sound, mothers’ screaming,
Screaming in and out of the darkness of broken, yellow street lights,
Children dance across concrete sidewalks,
In the falling shadows of autumn’s reds and yellows.


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We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


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The Snowy Life of Two Loving Ghosts

Taking suggestions especially on this poem. This is a first draft and I like it, but I don't have time to edit at the moment. Thank you!
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The two ghosts dance through the barren forrest,
leaving footsteps to be pondered about
by the man who owns the land in the morning.
Howls and Screams and Laughter and Love
fill the dewy dark sky.
The two, lovers in death,
never knowing of the truth,
that their lives were taken
Snowfalls before,
being murdered in these woods,
their throat slits and their bodies mutilated,
No one knew who they were.

But here they are again,
running through the spindly trees,
taking in the scenes of their
eternal winter.
He takes her hand,
leading her to an opening in the trees,
a perfect circle, no light insight
but the stars above,
so beautiful,
so prominent.
Theres not a place in this town
better than this
to see the future amongst the stars.

They came here that day,
tent in one hand,
telescope in the other;
their thoughts in the air.
They were seventeen,
Seniors awaiting the approval
of a diploma,
They should be studying,
mid-terms next week.
They took a fatal break,
spent the night together,
only belonging to each other.

The ghosts;
who's sight doesn't recognize
the spot of their demise. 
They sit on top of a large smooth stone,
Left their by the world in it's hurry.
They gaze upon the stars,
waiting for the world to reveal itself.
The screams and wails and love still permeate the air.

They fell asleep in each others arms,
and so they never heard the footsteps,
the drunken laughs of men full of sin,
ready for some action.
They found the tent,
they killed the innocent souls,
but instead of leaving they bodies,
they left the ghosts,
taking the bodies and
depositing them in the freezing lake.
They then sat upon the rock,
laughing about the deed done,
passing out in the deadfall of snow.

The transparent lovers jump to the snow,
throwing themselves down to sleep the night away.
They cuddle,
protecting each other from the snow,
the danger,
the truth.
The smile,
and with one last scream,
they kiss,
disappearing,
merging with the snow,
Part of the world,
and this spot full of false truths.

No longer do lively bodies wander about the woods,
and the owner hardly visits.
But a few times each winter,
when the snow has fallen so deep,
You can hear the screams,
the howls, 
the laughter
and the love
of two ghosts
dancing in the snow.


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Little Light

Fireflies.
Flashing across the sky,
There's bright lights that fly.
Fly so curious and patiently,
Giving the children all the time to see.
To see the firelies play with one another,
Dissappearing for a click so sure,
Appearing seconds later even closer.
For one to catch such a bug,
Puts their hands out with smiles holding it so snug.
So snug for it's a firefly,
And we let them go to survive.
Surviving the wildreness using their light,
As each time they take off for flight.
Take the view of the field is so bright,
And choose where you'lll go to catch your own,
To brighten your night as their glow is shown.
Fireflies.


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By Felt Aliveness (Alliteration)

Moon morning mean at dawning by
with wrest winter the field tree
great ground glances from any posted are
revels reface refuse, not heaven
deny deeply delight, not of birds’ sings
melody must mix with the dawning
Souls by eminent feeling are aliveness.


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We Owe It To The Children

Let the beauty be
for my child, for years to come.
Will it stay untouched?


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ANGEL DUST

Never seen beautiful angels
sprinkle angel dust on me
as snowflakes on a leafless tree,
and I don't expect them to alter things
when they swoop down with their long wings;
where were they when I faced fears and dangers?


Angel dust has another meaning...
besides the magical power to alter a destiny,
kids of my age used this drug
and went insane, not recognizing 
themselves, their personality changed drastically;
some even wanted to jump out of a window.


Sweet angels, leave Heaven and visit me  
on the days when wishes freeze on silent lips,     
let them resemble snow falling on distant hills,
and deserted roads like the one I'm traveling on!
Let me catch many snowflakes softer than a baby 
with soft skin...whiter than daises basking in the spring sun!


A boy, barely fourteen, has been found dead as a poisoned rat
on the bleachers of a run-down baseball field frequented by a hungry cat....
his red eyes were wide-open imploring a merciless sky color rust;
no angel came down to save him: he laid there and painfully died!
Who gave him that powerful drug? Did he want to bite the dust? 
He has taken that secret with him...why didn't anyone listen when he cried? 
 


Entered in Gail Angel Doyle's contest,
" Angel Dust "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 10/18/ 2012


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Where Oh Where Did Autumn Go

Woke up this morning to some snow,
Where oh where did Autumn go?
We went from roasting to deep freeze,
When did the leaves fall from the trees?
When did the Conker Season end?
It’s something I can’t comprehend,
Why should Autumn seem much shorter,
Than any other yearly quarter?
How could I a whole season miss?
Could climate change be blamed for this?
I’m afraid I just don’t know,
Where oh where did Autumn go?


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One Summer Day

I want to muse—
without 
wearing eye-glasses, but 
urge my pen for words that guide 
to sea of love. Sun makes 

her lips fiery, we sip 
the day, 
swallow it, childishly! Hmm, Nitz’s heart 
pumps out breath, holding our souls 

like victims for ransom. Ah, 
etching our aliases in the sudor like wine 
on the lustful spread of green, I 

look for the cheerful shadow 
of sky, as we dress our minds 

with chrysanthemum of a summer day.
   


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Springtime Dawn

Early I came alive this spring morning,
Shorter was last night, I realize 
Gone were those hours of darkness
It’s time for the novice to arise

Looked on the nature with panoramic view
Spread was the greenery around,
In the palms of picturesque mist 
The season of spring could be found

Rambled alone along the street,
 Vacant was the boulevard
The silence of human kind,
Invoked in me a fanatical bard

Impaled by a ray of sun,
The universe was set to brighten
And in the universe of me,
Was set the soul to lighten



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The once mighty tree

There once was a tree that was tall and beautiful. It was the talk of the forest. Its 
branches were sturdy, its leaves full, its trunk straight. Kids came from all around to climb 
its height and swing from its branches. On hot days it gave them shade from the 
scorching sun, and when it rained it bore the heaviest drops without thought. One day a 
kid broke off a branch and used it to scratch his back. The tree trembled a little. The next 
day another kid sawed off four strong limbs. He needed to make a chair. The tree shook. 
The third day another kid came and stripped the tree bare, he needed to patch his leaking 
roof. The tree stood naked and alone. No one came around anymore. It had given 
pleasure when they needed it, it had given a seat in its lofty heights, it had been a shelter 
in the storms, and now it had nothing left to give. One day a stranger walked by. He 
looked up at this skeleton of a tree. He didn’t say anything just looked for a long time, 
then took out a piece of paper and sketched something. Then the stranger dug a moat 
around the trunk and filled it with water. He did this day after day. And he would lean 
against the trunk, now scarred and talk about how it was the most beautiful tree in 
forest. And the tree couldn’t help but wonder if he was blind. At first nothing happened. 
But as time passed small buds sprang forth. They flowered and bloomed. Leaves popped 
out the very trunk seemed to straighten itself as if the moon was within its grasp. The 
stranger looked at the tree, there were tears in his eyes as he pulled out a crumpled 
drawing from his pocket and held it up, it looked exactly like the tree looked now. But the 
tree now could see over the tops of the other trees. It saw a house with a small branch 
propping open a door. It saw a wooden chair sitting in the yard, neglected, with one leg 
broken clean off. It saw where the roof had been patched. The tree shivered and shook. 
Leaves cascaded from its newly formed branches raining down on the stranger, who 
looked up bewildered. But all the tree saw were four wooden legs, it saw a patched roof, it 
remembered. The branches started to sag, the bark peeled off like dead skin and in a loud 
sickening crash the tree started to fall. The man turned to brace the tree with all his 
strength. But he was not a whole man for one of his legs was made of wood, it splintered 
and cracked under the strain. And in the house not far away a man looked up in time to 
glimpse a mighty tree crumble to the ground.


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Out With The Old

Robin, small and blue
Pauses briefly in its song
and drops a feather


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Drifting on a Cloud

Drifting on the clouds I lie
With my head pointing
To yonder skies
In a sea of dreams 
 Where mind and spirit 
Igniting natures prize
To feel like you are heaven bound 
But feet standing firmly
 On hallowed ground
But in the clouds you drift
As the cascade shifts
Your feet no longer touching
The ground

A lift off to a peaceful place
an Ease from  pain
Heading to heaven
On the now train
No heading back
 
Settling in  your own time
Welcoming  rain
An escape
For the things that beset us
Riding our backs
Painting the surfaces
Filling the cracks
No longer weary
Nor hearing sounds
 of hungry cries
Heading to glory
With the echoing of lullabies
Off on a voyage
With an opt out clause
Given by nature
When we stop and pause
Discarding distress,
And inflicted pains, 
Looking for a redress
With  sweet Refrains
 eyes wide opened 
To a beauty and a guile 
Painted by nature
By the clouds on high
So I decided
 to pause for a little while
 
Taking nature in my stride
Story’s written
 in the clouds
artist at play
Mixing the co lours
Painting a picture
Inviting a crowd
Having her say
Without uttering a word
How the lines are drawn
The bold highlights, 
And intricate designs
Nature’s Way 

In shades of grey and pastel blue
With the turquoise borders
Depths of indigo 
How can I not be taken in
Blending with unison
Of a presence and a place
Is it not inspiration?
That brought me here 
My resting place!
That there is peace and harmony
In  yonder skies
 
Wrapped in a woolen shroud,
Floating on high
As on a cloud I now reside
Homeward bound 
While in the depth 
Of an azure sea,
over yonder a tide does wake
Surging to inner shore
A surfers dream
 
Riding its waves
Horizontally, I must glide
To cross over in spirit of the other side
I am at a time and place
Where though imagery 
we can foretaste
Although somewhere different
in time and space 
It must be like being in heaven ,
when nature take its place
At the cent re of the stage
 revealing its beauty
 

So humble yet so almighty
There is complexity in every art
the very corners and intricate parts
Inviting the  eye
Taking time out on a page
Syncing with beauty
 Looking from  the sky
Floating on high
In a woolen casket
 Weightlessly 
Drifting on by
I am in no race
Just run life’s race
Off on another journey
A different time and a different place
 

An escape from the rat race
To find a new place
Full of joy and grace
That I would always be floating
from the skies 
While the north east trades go wonder
Pushing on by 
to open the seven seals
blessing my eyes
See what picture is painted
And the wisdom that it derived
In secrets of the wise
Recovering lost virtues
From failure to realize

Imbalance of the senses one cannot deny
But to approach beauty you have to switch off others 
for another to come alive 
Its not faking reality
But letting spirituality in
To be sublime but not yet ridiculous
But moving to another realm
Enjoying earthly blessings
While wishing changes in


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Emerald furnace

Euphoric light bounces 
from the countless gems
that nature produces after pillars bleed 
withered rubies carried away by wind
to destinations unknown. 

Here and there bursts a spark of colourful joy
in the midst of a sea so alive.
All shades of cold stone and dark
give generously to creatures 
tracking on earth’s crust. 

Spring brings with it the glow
of melancholic shimmer
across lush valleys and mountains high.

In desire after the sun’s warmth
these still sustainers of life
create a glimmer of beauty’s hope,
shedding bark to time,
carrying the mysteries of old,
enduring the trials of season,
slowly reaching to touch Heaven’s face.
Moving to the waves of wind, 
aging to birds’ melody, 
falling to the rhythm of our needs,
nature whispers into humanity’s ears.

Oblivion serves to blind our eyes to
an ecstatic dance of the emerald furnace.


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The Kiss Of Autumn

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While summer sheds her native clothes- Mother Nature seduces her to dream
   For she has painted the world with her exquisite apparel 
She's embraced the shore with her colorful garments
Now autumn will kiss the Earth with brilliant hues of golden reds
   Parading us with all her painted glorious scenes 

Summer whispers...”It’s time now for fall - time for me to undress”
  She asks the moon to wait patiently for her colorful return
Where once more - she'll paint the world with her radiant tresses
  Brushing the world in her glorious summer clothes 
Dressing up once again in her brilliant picturesque dresses 


                                                   
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Time

If yesterday is gone and tomorrow yet awaits,

then is today just an illusion, 

in time and space my mind creates, 

If all my memories are recalled 

from past and different times, 

is it me that I am thinking of, 

or of someone who occupied my mind, 

If in the future I have plans to fix, 

these obstacles that are in my midst, 

How can I in the here and now, 

when tomorrow does not yet exist, 

If now is everchanging, 

steadily sweeping future into the past, 

then is time just but an illusion, 

and I an actor in it,s cast.


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What if


Have you ever wonder what might have been?
If nature had taken a different course
And things would no be what they seem
And reality was was always  a dream

So what if?
If the moon was made of cheese
And we all succeeded in the things we did
Like exploding stars we would find a place
Somewhere in the cosmos, in outer space

What if we could rise  from the dead
And we had but one choice to make
Would we choose the same path again?
Or divert to a new one instead

What if we could rule the world
And we had all the diamonds and pearl
Would we share if amongst ourselves
Or would we give it to no one else

What if the earth was flat?
And we fell off it's edge
Would we drift in outer space? 
Or would we be stuck in just one place

What if we had no gravity 
And we floated in space
Would it conjure up new possibilities
Or would we lost in time and place.

What if there we had no bees
And we got honey from the trees
Would we still be satisfied
Or would we still feel deprived

What if we were all ten feet tall
And our nose were longer than our feet
Do you think we would benefit
Or would it matter not at all

What if time moved in reverse 
And we know the future as it is the past
Would we still be in a hurry to live
Or would we savour the future
Because we have already visited the past.

There are many conundrums that one can imagine
If nature had taken a different course
That the path it choose to begin
But if you want to keep away boredom
And really streatch your mind
Just think if nature had taken a different course
Than the way we know it
 Just for a while.













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Time

Time is a created thing, set to flow,

with debris,  it moves along.

A stream in which we grow.


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Moonlight

The moon glistens bright

Trees extend to the moon light

Darkness fades to night


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Setting Sun

At the setting of the sun
When the day is finally won
Just a chance to take a rest 
The time of day I like the best

When the moon comes out play
The stars twinkle what’s to say
In the dark velvet sky above 
I can watch with the one I love

The night creatures they appear
The bats fly by so near
Badgers stir and hedgehogs to
Fox he has a job to do

Night is calm not like the day
Things go fast they do not stay
Rush of days just like a race
Night I love a different pace

The peace I find within my soul
The time I feel that I ‘am whole
Resting I know will not last 
For the day will come again to fast


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Midnight

The lamp light illuminates My messy bedroom And brings me joy to my heart The lamp light turns off quickly The mellow midnight Has revealed its pure beauty The door opens and welcomes The priceless sunrise And inspires me to write poems The morning greets me again The lovely stars dim I miss the midnight wonders!


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Moccasin Moon

It slides softly in the night sky,
That pale moccasin of the moon—
It lights up a snow-bleached prairie—
Whispering summer comes too soon.

We trace the trail of coyotes—
Avoid the dark dens of the bear—
The full light of your white footprint
Lures us now to your fatal lair.

Oh, we chant into the black dome
Of all the things that used to be—
There’s no more Indian summer—
Long gone are Cree and Cherokee.

Yet, still the silky stealthy tread
Brings back images bright and keen—
Of lost Native Americans
Where so few are now seldom seen.

But moons do not let us forget
All the wild blood shed on both sides—
As we trace steps of moccasins
To where the dark of the moon hides.

Yes, it walks gently in tall sky,
That faint moccasin of new moon—
So gently it illuminates
As we dance mutely to its tune.


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Lost Time

Cold commercial relics of industrial production;
As if production could harness the complex origin of pre-classic contemporaries.
Master’s of earthly arts and masonry,
Their blood and fears culminating in celestial creations of historic proportions;
Over vastly constricting landscapes.

I send phalanges of lost connection,
Deep past the ordinary boundaries of normal paths.
The sandy soil nourishes my calloused souls.
At night it soothes and refreshes the canyons between cracked and missing digits.

Frogs echo through the expansive night sky.
Resonating between the stars, and returning in an extremely complex yet simple pattern, 
their message is sent.
Louder with each chirp and bellow, subtle patterns illuminate the differences in each response.

The spring has come.  
Time to refresh the foot’s connection with continual movement.
Let your bellow dig deep to the soil of space’s horizons,
And return rooted in the rhythm of earth’s timing.


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Tiny Bird

I can’t complain I’m sheltered and fed
But this nagging ambition still builds in my head
Of what was written and what was said
Of a lonely road far from my bed

You don’t venture far tiny bird in the thicket
The home you mind is safe from the wicked
It’s a shame you can’t fly far away
And see all the cultures time built on its way
With the people of both peace and war
And the beauty of things in nature to adore
But your home is well kept and happy it seems
But what of your heart, your wishes and your dreams

I can’t feel shame it would make me weaker
About the wasted moments left to the meeker
The scoundrel in me keeps my heart from fever
But fever is wanted by my soul the dreamer

So tiny bird would you say you much wiser
The time you spend you count like a miser
Or is it that you take simple love in your day
In the little you make from the soil and the clay
Do the storms bother you at all little one?
Do the storms keep you hiding waiting for the sun?
I see the light is there in the weather so destructive
Are clouds to you renewal or counter productive?

I take it we differ in thought and song
Though I can no longer say yours is wrong
But I take from you a lesson - a lovely subtraction
In the happiness to be found in simple satisfaction


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ICU

intensive care unit
may recover or  take leave
by those ill and not


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Another World

Where do we go when we go away?
And why is it that we have to leave?
What happened to Adam and to Eve?
Where is the greatest scale to weigh?
 
Where do we go when we want to stay?
What about this great big world weave?
What about you what do you believe?
So what dues do we have left to pay?
 
Why me?
Why you?
I can see?
You do to!
 
I think we’ve all been twirled,
All the way into another world!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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Lost and Found -unedited version-

Writing a masterpiece
Takes so much effort and thought
My mind’s settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace
Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught
 
Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again
Peace barely meets my body
Joy seems to abandon me like an orphan
Faith passed away – it’s buried too far below the debris
 
Have I lost the race?
 
Writing a successful book…writing in general
Takes so much confidence and self-control
My mind is stacked up with debt…
Words splinter my tongue – I can’t repair my tarnished soul
 
Danger is placed in many corners
Happiness is a few blocks away from me
Fearlessness dives into me
Acceptance of who I am – God’s chosen one
 
Have I won the race?
Have I found His grace?


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Sunset

the glory of the sun
as it sinks in the far west
clouds wave farewell


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Autumn Leaves

So sweetly the faint smell appears, natures' perfume, her sweet aromatic embrace.

So moist is the air, that brushes my cheeks, like natures' caressing lips.

In all the world,
     The winds turn cold,
As the nights get longer,
     And the green leaves turn gold,
Nothing is more peaceful,
     Than seeing the scene that nature molds,
It seems just for me,
     But i shouldn't be so bold,
Everything time touches,
     Eventually turns from young to old.


Details | Quatrain | |

The moonlight fugitive

Short gasps of air whirl through a burning throat,
still her legs defy the exhaustion in desperation.
Behind her trail phantoms of memories afloat
upon a sea of desertion.

Beneath a canopy of constellation
she finds herself lost in time.
The forest unfolds before her like a revelation.
An apocalyptic bell sounds one chime.

It won’t be long before a mistake is irreversible.
Every turn is just another minute to live.
The last road taken proves an ironic circle. 
Sinking between the waves that created her, rests the moonlight fugitive.


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Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...




You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 


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Shadows of Summer

A new dawn arrives with the whispering winds of a new day.
Shadows of summer shade the nesting blue jay.
Sunrise peaks through the weeping willow.
Morning dew drops fall from the leaves of the red oak.
Shadows of summer dance under sunlight,
painting dark images on the ground.
Shadows of summer spilling down.
Daisies embrace the noontime sunlight.
Sweet breezes blow to the hummingbirds delight.
The woodpecker taps a rhythm of beats.
The day is warm with midsummer heat.
Shadows of summer dancing beneath the trees.
Along comes the sting of honeybees.


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Dusk

orange sun shines bright
between the darkness and light
the earth turns her head 


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In Time She Wakes

In time she wakes; I, the the sun, that kisses her face. 
No lies or disguise, just the radiant reflection of African skies on the rise in her eyes.
Beauty unmistakable, incredible, unforgettable;
My eyes drink the scene until I'm full. 
Her hair, her face, that skin, where to begin? 
So smooth the soft surfaces surrounded and swirled in swirling sheets that keeps my amber bright morning light tight in her sight. 
She can't quite fight the bite to ignite with all her might. 
Yet before the day slips away she'll sway and play in Plettenberg bay. 
And from her lips drips the sips from oceans where now sleep the ships and slips of men that crashed and smashed from sirens singing and calling out their longing and wanting so haunting - the sound spilling from that same coy style of a Mona Lisa smile. 
She wants to linger on but horizons blue, orange, yellow and red hint of bed instead it must be said. 
Soon to the night she'll wed but before that rest she shares her shape in shadows on the shore. 
A dance does she once again as I gaze with the last blaze of my rays across the waves, 
until again, through the morning haze, I'll wake her just to see her eyes kiss the skies that light up from the light in my eyes. 
For she is my earth, my world, my purpose, I am her sun. 
This breathing circle, this vision, no dark nightly dream would it seem could ever forever our helix make undone.

C.L.Baker©2013


Details | Quatrain | |

Night

I love the night from dusk 'til dawn, 
It's the only time to carry on 
with thoughts and dreams still unachieved, 
my whole life plan at night conceived. 

No light's distractions, no buzz of sound, 
my conscious clears while ideas abound. 
Sleep does not come for me with ease, 
Time hypnotic is knowledge less seized. 

What is it that makes me insightful those hours? 
Is a great truth revealed by some higher power? 
I think fate is set when the mind is most clear 
of petty thoughts which by night disappear. 

But as the hours count down to day's early light, 
some find it ironic to be enlightened at night. 
Yet I find strength to arise and start the dead day, 
knowing that night is not far away!


Details | Rhyme | |

Drug of Delight --My Beloved Wish--

You are like my mesmerizing lullaby
You soothe my body…warming me like blankets
You make me die all the time when you prepare to fly
You are making me daydream without ruthless regrets
Your powers are amazing! You can even teach me to fight
With Your thundering might,
You melt away my impassive heart…
Like a candle, scorching with fright
 
You are like the merry midnight sky
But our merriness broke loose when you waved bye-bye to our friendship
You make me cry in high spirits time and time again…when I receive your reply!
You are inspiring me to take wing like an eagle, but I lost my grip
My emotions are roaming freely…someday I’ll reach to heaven’s height
With your mind-blowing sight,
You shun out the anxiety brewing in my tender heart
Like a dandy candle…a wish that won’t depart


Details | Lyric | |

MYSTIC PARABLE

Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. 
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. 

Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. 
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. 

So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. 
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. 

Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. 
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. 

Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. 
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. 

Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. 
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. 

Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. 
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. 

Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. 
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. 

Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. 
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. 

Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. 
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. 

Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. 
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. 

Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. 
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. 

Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. 
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. 

Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. 
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. 

Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. 
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. 

Exponential theory, base of schematics. 
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. 

Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. 
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. 

Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. 
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!


Details | Rhyme | |

THERE'S A REASON FOR EVERYTHING!

For everything there is a season, 

For all the questionable things, there are millions of reasons. 

Set your standards high & your goals will be higher. 

Listen to the person who lives inside of You...


Details | Free verse | |

The Sands Of Time

Grains of sand trickling down the narrow crystal neck of the hourglass Each grain a measure of that mysterious entity called Time The grains above hold the future The grains below store the past The moving grains capture the present At the hour's sunrise your flow begins At the hour's sunset it ends - The Sands Of Time


Details | Haiku | |

Shyness time

time in time on time
second by second over high noon
our spring to spring of moon


Details | Haiku | |

Once Upon A Time Life

Once upon a time,
when I used to call you mine,
I gave you my heart,
but you tore, and shattered it.
You damaged it,
I left it with you,
and you betrayed me,
I was a fool to think you would
be loyal and faithful.
Wow, I was dumb.
You were a coward,
You were a jerk,
In so many ways.
You left without me,
Spent so much time with her,
said she was just a friend,
Then a week later,
Found out you were cheating on me with her.
I was thinking I was dumb, but then I just said
I'm done, I am done with you,
I went to someone better,
better than you.
I used to be that once upon a time girl,
Wow, now I'm a free girl.
Written By:Briana Lynn Palmer 09-16-11 Finished:9:14P.M.


Details | Free verse | |

TIME



The present - tomorrow's past yesterday's future Is the past an illusion? Is the future a fantasy? What is Time? Our scientists cannot say If there are no events to measure it will Time exist? Did it have a beginning? Will it have an ending? What is Time?


Details | Haiku | |

The Juice Of Orange

the juice of orange
stains the limpid swimming pool, 
from the falling leaves


Details | Light Poetry | |

Paradise

Paradise is here on earth
Do u believe thats true?
Do the slums of India
Seem like paradise to you ?

But to those that live there
Its paradise i 'm sure,
Because they are alive
Though very very poor

In my minds eye paradise 
Is a sea of azure blue
Sand the colour of fine gold
Can you see it too?

But paradise is anywhere
That you'll allow it to be.
Because paradise means many things
Open your eyes and see.  

Can you see the beauty of the trees
Their limbs that sway to and fro
The leaves that cover many a nest
Until its time for birds to go

Can you see it in a child's face
When it smiles and looks around
The wag of a dog's  tail
 When he hears his masters sound

Paradise are all of these
It everywhere we are
Just have to realise ourselves
And open up our heart.

The feel of wind about your face
These things are sent by god
For us to see paradise
In every step we've trod.

So stop, look, listen
Is this paradise you see
Or just a noise and bad smells
Too much traffic you'll agree.

But to many this is paradise
Not just a pretty site.
Cos they have work and money too
Wont have to starve tonight.

But to me paradise
Would be getting to know you
After so many years apart
I'm sure it's time we do.








Details | Free verse | |

The rose

I watch the rose as it lowers its head, as if given up on the world.
The blood red petals darken and let go, leaving the stem and its harsh thorns.
This once radiant rose is now crashing down, on the table its sat;
until, all the petals are gone and there is nothing left, in the veins.
As it fades and drops, down into the soil, behind is left all that remains.
As time passes this beautiful flower is forgotten.
Given more time the rose begins to rise,
this time stronger, and colored with courage.


Details | I do not know? | |

ET Stretch...

Good of the morning darling.
The wrath of Can has come.
Turning eyes right back to One.
I see focus burning the bush
Small scars on the planet
Creating boils in the blood.
Outrage to create pressure
Buy heaven’s gate to measure
Are you ready to stand?
Life giving water comes to sand.
it buries your well…understand?
Oceans reclaim their right to land
What spoils the earth, so spoils the hand.

....
Targeting senses are on….
Brane waves on the horizon
”...you better come out…
we know where you are…”
They’re not far…

Stretch of the mind is around
gods great pleasure of sound.


Details | Tanka | |

Mystic Charm Of Spring (Rhymed Tanka)


Mystic charm of spring
In the thirsty souls of trees
Wine drips, whilst birds sing
Then runs down the lovely knees
Sips the smell of winter spell




Note:
 
Oops, I broke 
the rules of Tanka,
is it ok?...lol!


Details | I do not know? | |

Blowing My Mind

Stars so far, so close, so near
Stars so many, so few, so one
Just think, all the lives that are fed by the sun

The center of a star, a prelude to you
Compress, disperse, explode, burn through

The matter from stars makes up the smallest and largest forms in the universe

After knowing this, how can we deny that everything is connected? Not just on a molecular level, but on a spiritual one as well.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Time Is Spring


The time is spring
That has truly sprung
Giving you the feeling
Making you feel so young

Take a walk around
All that’s about you
To appreciate the season
And realise it’s all true

Look at the trees
The grass and the flowers
Learn the beauty of these things
Spring’s surrounding us

poetgord@2011


Details | Haiku | |

Chilly

One little flower
Trembles in the autumn breeze
Imagining warmth


Details | Haiku | |

melting

melting snow
warming after the storm
the ugliness of dirt returns


Details | Free verse | |

Grasping light

What do you want
What is it that you need
Forget your life envision
Let it go and feel what you bring

Whether it's wrong to them
Whether it's right for you
You're the solution to your own catastrophe
You're the problem between the black and blues

Love will find a way
Have patience, be grateful
Not dead, not hateful
Quixotically underrated, and truly alive

Occasionally in disguise
For the devil tends to come uninvited, a mere surprise
Fool yourself several times til you return again,
Be true to your future heaven, respect the angels and dont forget they ride til the end
Because when it's all over, there will be no time for debating
Negative space for contemplating

Mistakes titled space and time crumpled into a trash bin
Creating a massive black hole
Welcoming you with a familiar smile telling you to come on in
Turn your back and lift within the light
for the truth you may see isn't always true
the future is potentially bright
Like the angel Marley says
Every little thing is going to be all right
Fly away with the blue birds
Over the rainbow out of sight
They told you you amounted to nothing
And now you're controlling the light


Details | Verse | |

A Tribute To The Depths Of Shakespeare

 
Doth if not thrill thee, Poet, Dead and dust though thy art, To feel how I press thy singing Close to my heart? By Richard Le Gallienne (The Passionate Reader To His poet) ~ "A Tribute To The Depths Of Shakespeare" Hath not your words touched my heart if to entice this weary soul of worry for a loving blanket in warmth lay comfort as your misty rain falls near To paint a picture along side the dreamer does not your beauty lilt thy flowing breeze if only to submerge in love's passion my soul lest weary ~~ In song in perfect harmony with you along thy winding stream my soul, triumphant.... ~ A La France Contest


Details | Haiku | |

Course of Nature

Introduction: Nature works in a mystical way…


In dark sparkles blink
In patterns scattered through the sky
Gone with a stormy wink


Details | Free verse | |

Yoga

 
my physical body......yearn......
my mental being......reach......
my spiritual energy.....pull......
 
within my sanctuary 
of mind, body and soul
I center in a calming request
of spirit awakening

with scattered energies tossed along the ebbing shore line
I must focus......
I must touch ailment......
I must harness thy yoke of completion 
my breath slows in silent acceptance 
as a single sun beam calls of gracious salutations 

my spirit drift endless
of cresent moon at twilights eve.
and warriors song in mornings mist

as warmth showers my flesh 
my spirit tingle complete    
touching a loving convergence, the ultimate purity received
I become one as the spirit calls

with each breath, completion......
___________________________


Details | Free verse | |

it was the next october

time for me to move east
i had become a sranger to myself
take the final qlimpse of my stone
of my precious stone
for now i am hawk-commander of the miniqht sky
you wonder why
the train came fast
you wonder why
the train came fast
for my past is forever black
i board the train
it was the next october
when i actually felt the rain...


Details | I do not know? | |

Fate, Destiny, Life

This turns of life
This magnificent world of ours
Turning seconds by minutes
And minutes by hours

We struggled to find what is there
To find the path we have been searching for
Forgetting the obstacles we went
Forgetting that every step leads to a blocking wall

The real eternity of life
Lies in the hands of the people who believe
Whether they had chose a dream to strive for
Or a dream that will be deceive

It is up to us to choose our fate
But not to let it control us
Whether the time moves on or not
Into the future or the past

We can't change Fate
It had already being done
Because it is the earlier decision you made
Doesn't matter on what you want

Decision, is that the true meaning of life?
The lives we live forever
The soul we kept inside ourselves
While we wait for the moving time

Is that how we believe all this years?
That the path depends on what we choose
What can you say if you never get that path
And the others win and you start to loose

You look forward to that endless dream
While you just keep dreaming
Your hands, legs and body remained numb
Inside your own feelings

Is the world so big?
While we are so small?
Can we be the stars and the clouds
Can we be the meteor fall?

Does the impossibility exists in this world?
Is the world too small and realistic?
How can we answer all of this?
Not even the wise who stated the specifics

Fate, Destiny and our Life
The Path, Decision and the World
The Creations where Humans do not realised
That the road of our journey is just one circular twirl


Details | Cinquain | |

THE MORLD!

Globeheat,
Lies' Melts & Fries
Caps and bare Polar Bear
Unawares We too soon despair
Repair.


Details | Sonnet | |

Granted and Given

It is all in the Stars if you look hard enough.
There is always the morning Star twinkling.
And then there is the evening Star blinking.
And then there are layered clouds in a fluff.
 
Then there is the Sun and Moon and stuff.
Sometimes it looks like the Moons winking.
Sometimes it looks like the Sun is thinking.
Makes me wonder if their day can be rough!
 
What a wondrous world I live in.
What balance I live by every day.
My life must be granted and given.
So no wonder I take time to pray.
 
It is granted and given each day just to be me.
Just look up once a day and this you can see.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Imagism | |

A Lone Lurking Figure

Embarking this journey through the night 

I stand here, a shadow to hide in 

The want to watch, unveiling yourself to no one 

Imagination swirling, unraveling desires turning 

There's no stop to this spreading attraction 

Now cornered but once insurmountable, 

I face consequence and am held accountable 

Widespread fear beyond comprehension 

Everlasting shadow dwelling demons chanting in tongue 

speaking as if they were one 

I hold my own as I take a breath 

Spiraling into this deep dark depth 

Outside forces with celestial courses 

Awaiting further orders from false prophets 

Unknown to us war will continue to cast shadows 

The slipping sands with their empty hands continue there path with the wind 

For that morning calming mist hovers round 

Prevailing to set the ground 

Stand still, I awake unconsciously 

Grains of stardust in my hand 

Stretching far beyond man 

And remembering a mere broken verse 

Envy, vain, lust, a must 

Words of ruthless rulers that have come before us


Details | Free verse | |

Imagine with me

Imagine for a time with me
Look out across a huge prairie
As far as the eye can see
The winds blowing softly
Making waves like on a sea

Imagine for a time with me
How the indians lived you see
They lived in teepees
Out on this huge prairie

Imagine for a time with me
The summers so hot
Winters so cold
And never enough food to eat

Imagine for a time with me
The people many, old and young
No medicines to heal the sick
No doctors in their mist

Imagine for a time with me
With death brought life
And made them cry and sing
I really do wonder how
Through all hard times
They ever exist to be


Details | I do not know? | |

The Morning Lark

The night so dark yet the morning lark
Sings night go, go, stay, stay away,
As the pale morn light

Begins to rise lighting up the skies
Turns from black, black, white, white again
And the Sun has won.

Day passes on and before too long
From bright light, light, dark, dark returns,
until just pre dawn.


Details | Ballad | |

Mother's Nature

I was the water beneath their feet, the Warm breeze that swept past them as They took their first steps to The Promise Land. I moved them forward with little persuasion, Their minds racing with the anticipation of Life being given by my gentle hand. The trees twisted before their eyes; The sounds of the past filling their souls As my warm breath filled the air. The coyote called to you, the sky blushed, The ancient faces of years gone by, Gathered, their whispers hushed. Your faces, I remember, to this day, Were filled with dread and joy, But I knew the future you had ahead; To fight, loathe and destroy.


Details | Rhyme | |

My third eye

My third eye keeps opening and it’s a great feeling to be alive, I know now that I have survived through bad times and now it’s time to thrive. I know that I am a lover, because I have been a fighter, I know I am a poet, because I had been an essay writer. I know I am strong, because I had been weak, I know I am handsome, because I have girlfriends who are clique. I know now that I am an optimist, because I have suffered the pangs of a pessimist, I know now am a mercenary for truth, because I have known the pains of an extremist. I know I am wise because I had been foolish, I know now I am a saver, because I had been lavish. I know now that I can live a life of joy, because I have been remorse, I know now that I can be married, because I know what is a divorce. I know now I can be good, because I have felt badness, I know now I can laugh, because I have known sadness. I know now I can be creative, because I have been destructive, I know now I can be open, because I have been obstructive. I know now I am sober, because I have been a drunk, I know now I can perpetuate, because I have been a debunk. I know now that I can live in anticipation, because I have lived a life filled with surprises, I know now that I wear my own attitude, because I know what it is to live in guises. My third eye keeps opening and it’s a great feeling to be alive, I know now that I have survived through bad times and now it’s time to thrive. I know now….. I know now……


Details | Bio | |

Artificial Intelligence

A mind will listen by expanding 
knowledge to learn; or explore 
possibility's.

In these teachings of technology
we figure out what we know is:
just A various combination of what
was programmed into our mind.

As time passes, we'll adjust to
evolve ourselfs into becoming
artificial intelligence; amoung
society and indulge it's greatest
achievement.

Until they soon take mind; over
body and loose all self~control
to empower the world.

I will not be your robot to control, 
I am my own individual person.


Details | Tanka | |

Nature and Humanity

Effervescent dreams
Flow down upon mother’s plate
Chilled by destined fall 
A time always remembered
Appearing third time of year

Season of life fades
Human apertures grow weak
Though, knowledge is strong
Love holds different stages
Bonding affections with key

Combined all blessings
Unfold into beauty bold
Each respect enriched
Of their returning faction
Crossing over great divide

To rapture rebirth
Forming times readmission
Natural recourse
Within nature is beauty
Returning humanity


Details | Haiku | |

A Red Horizon

a red horizon
meeting of the earth and sky
dawn realization


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sunshine By WLM November 25, 2008

Sunshine
11-25-08
William L. Moore

Outside the sun is grand
In which I love to stand
Soaking up all the rays
Hope it stays this way for days

The breeze is cool
Like a shining Jewel 
The noise is so quiet
You wish you could buy it 

How heavenly I feel
It tis the real deal
The beauty abounds
As I walk around

The planes fly high
In the deep blue sky
Marking their time
Just follow the line

The tall trees that show
Will continue to grow
And are the trees we love to see
Glory Be!  We will jump up with Glee!


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Time To Sleep

As day time is falling,
It will be night time soon.
Sleep is silently calling,
As the sun makes way for the moon.

It's time for all families to re-unite,
All their day's experiences are shared,
As they dine under the artificial light,
Before one by one they make their way to bed.

After dinner some lounge infront of the fire,
Their thoughts sink deep,
Their bodies inevitably tire
It's time to sleep.


Details | Verse | |

Sound Off

I have no desire to hear        the worlds words

rather would I            the chirping of birds

to hear the clapping           of leaves in the breeze

whirring of hummingbirds     wings of the bees




Or the babbling           sounds of the brook

the rumbling of earth          when its being shook

the patter upon my roof                of the rain

the sounds of the city         care I to abstain




I love the plunging             of waves upon rocks

detest the noise          of the ticking of clocks

road blare of wheels          upon tar and cement

or clamor of crowds         who attend an event




The racket of what           some people call song

which clashing smashing              banging belong

but the voices of wolves      howling by moon

or soulful longing                  in notes of the loon




the rustle and whisper            of wind in the wheat

tender the note              of a newborn lambs bleat

expressions of nature        when its in play

I want to hear                 what the animals say




The laughter of children          learning a game

squawks of chickens   and sheep that are tame

the wail of wind           through a window crack

splitting of thunder         lighting nights black




The chill on the spine          from a low growl

so quiet you can hear                the drop of a towel

music that lifts           the breath of ones soul

the crackle of ice                which freezes a pole




the echoes in canyons          when you give a call

snapping of trees        when in a storm fall

the rustle and flush          the dog and the pheasant 

their decent upon          my ears                 very pleasant




I want to hear    the sounds of Gods garden

when the trial is over                I've got a full pardon

the voices of those             whose hearts that I love

when I hear these                its you I think of




These are the things        that to my heart speak

sounds of the ones newborn     pats of baby feet

take me away             from Babylon's din

the screeching and static                created by men







COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller

via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Finding Innocence in the Laughter That Escapes Pillowcases.

Behind the sun, with a little bit of assuredness, I saw the shades of his smile
swing toward the moon...
and I cursed six p.m. In a voice that hid the memories of
nineteen~ninety~two
when I wore my shoes underneath the shadows of stars and in the feel of his lips
when sixteen is innocent despite the cold exposure
of skin.


I wonder if he knows I whisper to him in his sleep, my promises slipping underneath the
blanket he holds tight around him,
and feathers escape pillowcases when I laugh,
they tickle toes and dissolve the taste of fear
as my tongue finds the outline of his lips after the sun falls down and his
smile
is apparent.


I tidy myself up on Mondays, and wreck the idea of perfection with my curls...
I wear jeans that smudge mountains across back pockets and imagine how the hem of my
burgandy dress would fall across chilled creek splashed rocks,
I wonder if I'd be able to stay pretty when my hands fall into mud and the wind attacks my
cheeks...
but he smiles, you see, when the sun falls...
he smiles when I change my clothes...
and he kisses me when my curls detest reality and Monday smirks at the idea of cleanliness
as my imagination drowns hems and rips fabric.


So I kick off my shoes with the idea that my toes can taste Tuesday and my feet can squash
the memories of
nineteen~ninety~two
and revel in innocence as I discover
the cold exposure
of skin.


Details | Haiku | |

A Lovely Flower

a lovely flower
like a star, welcomes me with
her yellow colour


Details | Rhyme | |

Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


Details | Ballad | |

And In The END

Message Delivered
I Am Done
Here , No One
Even Noticed

Trumpet Sounded
Angels Spoke
Another Day
Passes Away

Tick , Tock
Time Slides
Just When
The Decision Made

Flash Of Light
Fury of the Wind
Thunderous Noise
The END


Details | Rhyme | |

TOMORROW NEVER COMES

Time flies as the day goes by
But what goes around must surely come back around
There’s always yesterday, today and tomorrow
But tomorrow never comes.

Our debtors plead for tomorrow, 
Our parents hope for tomorrow, 
Our dreams rely on tomorrow, 
But tomorrow never comes.

Children are the leaders of tomorrow, 
A slogan that seem endless, 
A day we always await, 
But tomorrow never comes.

If today becomes yesterday, 
And the future is tomorrow.
Where is the future? 
‘Cos tomorrow never comes.


Details | Rhyme | |

Nuclear mirrors

There was a merry minstrel once
Lived on the Isle Of Wight.
He sang and played upon his lute
And kept it polished bright.
He loved to write computer odes,
He wrote his songs in Morse's codes,
And ditties sweet lay round his feet
As he sat in the road.

He believed in minus 1
He liked to find square roots.
He played imagined notes all day,
Upon his master's flute,
But when he felt a mental lack,
His father called in Paul Dirac.
Who gave him twice as many notes.
So more and more this minstrel wrote
Till a catastrophic crack.

The world divided into two,
So I'm not me and you're not you
But we have doubles in the glass
I learned that in my physics class.
One minstrel played upon the sand,
His alter ego had a band
Until a Magus found their file
They'll be back,in a little while,
Walking hand in hand .

The world has cracked
Behind our backs.
There'll be a mighty fall.
We need to build some fiery walls,
To stop the men with nuclear balls,
From making any calls.

Plus and minus don't make nought,
so keep those square roots well apart.
We'll let the mirrored minstrels play,
But make sure you keep well away,
In case explosions start.

Plus and minus interact,
That's what the scientists say.
Nothing is a powerful sign,
And nothing's not going away.


Details | Cinquain | |

[brown leaf]

brown leaf
dancing through my 
open parallel arms.
it’s time we met hand, for I knew
you once.


Details | Free verse | |

Early Birds

Early Birds…

The early birds sing in unison
A song of sadness, they’ve caught no worm
The frozen ground, now they won’t come around
They can’t break through the surface…

Patiently waiting,
Opportunity will come…
The songbirds sing; it’s a happy thing
Now with the warmth of the rising sun
Spring gives them thaw
So the early birds may catch their worms…


Details | Free verse | |

My Pocket Rock

Smooth and warm to my touch
I reach to you for comfort
so you can remind me
of the days I carried your cousin
in my pocket as a young girl.

Then, my pocket rock was pink
with embedded stones
of different colors
all neatly set into it
its surface just a little rough.

I think about the Lord
saying that Peter was the rock
upon which He would build
His church, the one I belong to
that comforts me so today.

In some way, 
I carry that church in my pocket.

SKB
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sunshine By WLM November 25, 2008

Outside the sun is grand
In which I love to stand
Soaking up all the rays
Hope it stays this way for days

The breeze is cool
Like a shining Jewel 
The noise is so quiet
You wish you could buy it 

How heavenly I feel
It tis the real deal
The beauty abounds
As I walk around

The planes fly high
In the deep blue sky
Marking their time
Just follow the line

The tall trees that show
Will continue to grow
And are the trees we love to see
Glory Be!  We will jump up with Glee!


Details | Free verse | |

Frisky Dandy Lion

Let the air fill your vocal sounds
Be enlightened by a gospel, energized choir
You are the main event
Brazening with glamorous features 
How lucky could you be? 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Though your bones are fit enough to fight...
There's a possibility you could be a bending stem

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

Don't turn against me...refrain from being inappropriate in your tensing growl 
Thrilled by denied consequences 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity
Meandering around, trying to find the faceless truth
I could sense your controlled hunger

Snatching me in alarm
Meaning no harm...you are a cooperative, cheerful charm
Don't give away this edification...
Except it and don't lose it at all
Burn down 
The resistible temptations
Slightly crawling their way 
Out of drilling fears

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

I don't want to be sprawled in your clashing, fist-shaped paws
Snatching me with a hook and I'm the victim who is lifeless-- the fish

Could you recall your dandelion, carrion life dragging you to deeper trouble 
Don't hide yourself in desperation, you dandy, enlightening lion
Strengthening your courteous and courageous thrills
Filled with pride and contentment 

Don't lack humbleness, I see your avarice, heartless auras 
Be the thriving, main event 
Create a courageous scene just for curiosity

Keep yourself stable 
Reflect your will on a clear, glass table
Meander your troublesome ways
Be a cooperative soul to your endeavors
Full of heartening compliments

Bring this ticket to heaven's heights 
Uplifting to your scorching, motionless fate
Running off like a withering dandelion without pedals
Still staying cooperative with the rhythm of the wind 
You are still considered 
My dandy lion sent from heaven's heights

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

I hope you could reach your paws to heaven's heights
Where safety is freely given
To a hungry, pleasurable kitten


Details | Haiku | |

The Seasons

                      

                    Spring awakens new
Summer blooms, grows, and lives long
                     Fall and winter dies


Details | Free verse | |

A Letter To Robert Frost

               A letter To Robert Frost
Dear Mr. Frost or Bob, as the occasion might be lent
We are happy to report a world still turning wild
There are still two roads divergent in the woods
Prevailing, waiting for others to decide 
You took the one less traveled
To make a difference as you could
We continue to abide convergent roads
Comply with natures inclinations as our maze
Pulled in some direction not always ours
As for that world that did not die
It did not perish in fire or by ice
As you postulated quite nicely 
Both would have equally sufficed
We are in a different place and time
Protecting ages and ages hence in your defense
We will never meet again in fire or in ice my friend

                                                                 6/06/14 Contest:  Letters To Poets	
	
	
	


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Six

Through rest, wake and work.
Everyday is an event day.
Musn't ruin your ways.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Hues to Blues

     Its perfect here.
     I love it.
     Here...Peace and serenity fill and warm my heart.
     Out here...Its like Im someone else.
     Its so calm.
     Its a place where I can finally find myself.
         That was before.
         This is after.
     Here it was green and every hue you could imagine.
     Now...Its black and ash.
     You knew I loved it so you took it.
     You took it from me.
     I've lost it.
     I've lost myself.
     You took this cluster of nature from me.
     And with it you took a peice of me.
     With or without you,
     I'm stronger.
     Although its nothing,
     but black ash and smoke,
     I still love it here.
     I will come here
     and loose myself as I did before,
     Even though it is after.
     


Details | Ode | |

AUTUMN

AUTUMN

Dusk of the year
Blowing so cool
I welcome you

You bring fresh
Skin tingling breezes
That caress me 
And whisper of the wonders to come
 
I always longingly expect you
Waiting anxiously 
Hoping you will be
Laden with bounty 

You are a time to gather
A time to recollect 
A time to get ready for the 
Winter's night

Your soothing wind
Is gladly welcomed 
After the summer’s heat

Autumn how I have missed you so 
Sweet logs crackling on a warm fire
Make me content
Experiencing you
I feel blessed by you 

Harvest time summons when you appear
Nature’s abundance seems to overflow 
I marvel at the wonders you always bring

Time of gathering
Time of coming rest
I thank you most sincerely 
For I have worked hard and need the rest

May the pleasant glow of the sun
And nights so cool
Be prolonged 

Oh AUTUMN 
I wish you welcome 
For I have so missed you so


Details | Rhyme | |

Wishing For Summer

Do you remember playing baseball? 
Or hitting tennis balls over the net? 
Do you recall basking in the sun? 
Those were the best days of all.

The warm times are coming back
Sporting baseballs are here again, 
And whacking tennis balls for hours.
It is time for hot days to be on track.

Funny, how I think of summer days
Winter’s call is still in full force
The snow is falling inch by inch
I long for the sun to shine our way.

I wait for the first flower to grow, 
The first robin to begin singing, 
And the first butterfly to fly by.
I bide for the long days to glow.

Winter is slowly fading away, 
The comfitures are now aside, 
And springtime has finally come.
A bright rainbow glowed our way.

Yes, the hot days are back again
Jack Frost left for the winter season
I can finally play tennis with friends, 
And throw baseballs all day again.

The sunshine is shining down on me.
How summertime makes me smile.
If I could part a smile with someone, 
I would definitely share it with thee.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Old Styles Old Smiles

One fine blustering autumn day an old man puts on his boots pulls up his trousers off he goes,
If anyone wondered where he was going it was to a forest a good long walk it was a fine day,
The old man walked at a leisurely pace stopping every now and again pulling up his trousers,
Looking over fences just to see what the farmer’s men were up to and who was ploughing today.

In his days, the prime of his life, he and his old horse would plough the fields from early morning,
Working through the day stopping for a bottle of cold tea a loaf of bread and a large lump of cheese,
The horse had a nosebag and while they rested, eating, the clapper of the bird boy could be heard,
He would work on until the sun went down on a blue horizon and shadows disappeared with the day.

As he paused he took pleasure at the sight of fat cattle and poultry roaming around the farmhouse,
Duck and geese and turkeys busying themselves beside the big barn doors pecking out the chaff,
And he could hear the flail, or the swipple, knocking the corn, as the bails piled high in the barn,
Happy that all was well he carried on walking, smiling and made his way up to the brow of a hill.

As a young farmer he leaped over stiles and ran in the corn, the land was his workplace and home,
There was no job he could not do or did not enjoy doing, whatever needed doing it had to be done,
His arms were so thick, strong, the farm girls giggled but could not get their hands all the way round,
He used to blush as each girl tried, he was a bit shy, but it made him feel good to be so very strong.

He also stopped at stiles, or a rustic bridge casting its arch over water, fish swam in the shallows
Breathing in deeply through his nose, sampling the fresh autumnal air, a bonfire in the distance,
After looking all around he wished he had brought some tackle to catch some for his late dinner,
Never mind he thought it’s another day tomorrow I will be up here to fish at the crack of the dawn.

In his young days he was not allowed to fish the river, so in the moonless nights he would poach,
Beautiful brown trout as fresh as a berry from a tree eaten with warm bread a feast fit for a king,
It would not be long before he stopped again getting his breath resting for a few short minutes,
As his lungs filled with the purest of pure air he restarted his country walk and relived his life.

He passed by clusters of rich, jetty blackberries hanging from a hedge and took time to pick a few,
And clusters of nuts hanging by the wayside through the copse on his way along a little old lane,
And in all this natural beauty the old man seemed to have enjoyment of a child one more time,
The world moved around but this time backwards he saw the things he used to see as a young boy


Details | Haiku | |

a trove of splendor

a trove of splendor
my spirit teeming with joy....
a time to cherish 






  Not in the Contest
thinking of the Islands
 and the "Sweetheart"


Details | Rhyme | |

Circumventing the Silence

a triquint

The night so long with dreaded suspense
and pain the darkness augments.
Morning circumvents
the silence.
Grope!

A mist of dew inspires common sense
dread retreats in self-defense.
Morning circumvents
the silence.
Cope!

As birds break forth with triumph intense,
stirring light and breeze commence.
Morning circumvents
the silence.
Hope!

"courage to change the things I can"

3



Details | Ballad | |

Shadow of Memory

She walks in darkness in the light,
Rememberance the only sight
That fades
As the dawn breaks over the crest
Of the waves.

She finds rest and she finds peace
Inside the shelter of the leaves.
She finds stars that never cease
Beneath the night and endless seas.

She
Looks deep into the universe
And wonders at the light,
The thousand depthless, empty words
Unspoken in the night.

The moon is in her soul.
Who cares about control?
She's seen the world inside her eyes,
But she could never realize

That deep among the stars,
So deep inside the sea,
That deep inside the years' reflection,
Nothing still will be.

And time is lost and gone
As sunlight brings the dawn.
She's felt the sea beneath her eyes
Surrender tears.
She cries.


Details | Free verse | |

Faith Healer

The odor is intolerable
Like a foul beast clinging to the end 
I can barely subdue its subterfuge 
But here I am, 
I’m standing here of sound and mind
Waiting for the time that answers my own questions

Can it race with the fires of Orc?
Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it?
The weather is awful, filled with sounds
Penetrating a document not written
It pains me to fight through the night
Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow.

Lester drives but
Motional lasts forever
Still driving
Still crying
And slowly dying as time waves on
Like oceans that can’t be seen.

Nobody cares and everyone listens
Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception
Can its will be pierced?
Can freedom stay free?
Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around
Seeks liberty?


Details | Haiku | |

An Introspection


an introspection
live by the sea and feel it,
the incomplete thought


Details | Rhyme | |

In the Shade

The sun is warm and golden,
Beaming down on hill and glade;
But I’m shivering inside because
I’m sitting in the shade.

Every sunny bench is taken
So I’m perched within the gray.
I’m a prisoner of shadows,
Though I’m free to walk away.

Still, the sun slides through the heavens
And the shadows stretch and move.
I’ll remain where I’m reposing,
Like I’ve got something to prove.

In an hour, give or take,
I think my bench will catch some rays;
But until that time arrives
I’m in a goosebump-making phase.

It’s a fool who waits for something
That is not in her control,
For the wiser person knows
Anticipation takes its toll.


Details | Imagism | |

Lazy Day

We are on our porch 
in the morning
in the canvas chairs,
drawing in the sunlight, 
dreaming.
Hazily lazing over the 
wooden floorboards
bleached and weathered
by the sun over time.
And he and I are 
having coffee, talking, 
gawking at nature and 
the people walking up
and down the street.
Our legs stretched out before us,
the garden on our porch: a forest.
Time.....drags.....by like a steamboat 
on a river...
Birds on the rail
flick their beaks and tails,
Morning Glories galore
climb the wood
near our door.
It's Summer, we love it.
It's what we wait 
all year for.


Details | Free verse | |

The monster without purpose

A mountain of grounded rock reaching to the skies
A rabbit burying into a whole
A pig building a house of straw
Why, concrete little pig, brick and sweat
A tree, untrimmed and ungainly
Buzzing insects, foaming with diseases and the chance of death
A mound of sand
A sand castle
A poor sign of engineering
Yet fit for a queen
Build straight pathways, not curving halls little ant
Your purpose is there, it s your efficiency that is in question
Take note from the concrete, the velvet and the vibrating
The ironman working the ironworks in the ironmine
Purpose, purpose, purpose
He earns her iron dollar
They raise their iron children
Time rusts their flawed iron hearts
The silver tongued king rules his copper minded people
The golden patience of time rules the silver tongued king
The velvet soft lover wrestles with the friction of passion
The ninety nine year old Nazi is killed for his crimes
The copper minded populace cheers
Some shed fake diamond tears
And we spin our web of lies
Our empire of cobwebs, time formed truths
Threatened by the subtle breeze of our patient host
True diamond patience of Earth

So the philosopher asks
Riddles with himself
Earth hast no purpose but to be
And to be without purpose is not our way
Yet we unfurl our carpet in its chambers of torrents
And build our houses of straw, and build our mountains of steel
And we expect to persevere
So this purposeless world
Moulded of chance and mutation
It sits by, without reasons to impede
It sits by, as time hammers at its walls, a purposeless measure, the ticking of a clock
The clock ticks, yet the batteries have long passed, the maker long dead
Still we build; a raging force in the calm of chaos
The solidarity of this fortress called earth, the permanence of its chaos
Is challenged by a rusty blade
The blade rises against the mountain, no eyes to see the foolishness of its act
Its precise slashes chipping away at the uneven granite

The blade chips, the dead clock ticks
The mountain sits

© Samir Georges 2009


Details | Haiku | |

Dazzling, dancing lights


dazzling, dancing lights
of peace and love, from neighbors 
will the city bloom? 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Flamingo Migration The Leader

Come on chaps its time to go
We must leave now, before the snow.
I know the way, I know the path
The route is South to a great lake bath.

You’re my pal, so you’re first right.
Help me guide them on this long flight.
You’re first left, cause you fly so strong
Make sure our path is never wrong.

When I count to three, we’re on our way
The journey’s long, no time to play.
At the count of one, start to run
The take off’s hard, it’s not fun.

Flap your wings at the count of two
Not only me, but all of you.
At the count of three, lift your feet and soar.
Do it wrong and you’ll hit the floor.

Line up quickly in a V-formation
Maintain your distance, keep your station.
Then circle once and follow me
We’re heading South for a mating spree


Details | Senryu | |

senryu 3

kookaburra clock

laughing as I exit park

confirms I'm on time


Details | Haiku | |

Mirror Image

The little flower
Casts its shadow on the wall
Near the new greenhouse


Details | I do not know? | |

My Countless Wishes -Part 2-

I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God 
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…

I wish I could forgive 
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns 

I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away 
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…

I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? 
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?


Details | Acrostic | |

serene evening


Stillness my vacant eyes dart around to feel, Evening’s redness is sliding into night’s lap, a glow alights its appeal. Road that converges into my apartment building seems lonely, Each window awaits the arrival of beings who are homely. Now I sit on the swing perched on my terrace garden, Every time I look at the green mountains, my stare it hardens…. Every bird I can see flying homeward in flocks, Valiant squirrel it runs around from coconut trees to garden rocks, Every leaf from the tree is closing itself to the world, Night slowly creeps upon me its shadow unfurled. Insects crowd around the light on the terrace wall, Now it’s time for me to listen to the wind’s whistling call. Grand wind chimes on the roof make sweet melodies as night befalls.


Details | Free verse | |

Refrain

The cycle they speak of
simmering regeneration
folded back upon itself
spinning graceful
behaving oddly like
repetitious Nature blindfolded
Yet transported to the present
in the past
treading mercy
Through the wheel like another
carriage return
mindful of Circadian limits
peering in a moment of
extrinsic reclassification
but all the while
sitting on the edge
of Home


Details | Free verse | |

Dances of the Wind

A sprinkling of symphony lingers my ears
As though seducing me to move on its rhythm.

It had a distinct taste; which intoxicated my mind
It had a distinct scent; which intoxicated my spirit.

A aroma of ecstasy spread in my body
For I was amidst the mysterious nature.

I had joined it in the ‘Dances of the Wind’

My lips had only one chant to repeat
My body had only one position to hold.

For I had joined the exotic nature in reverences.

The Time has beheld its count and Wind the flow.
The Sun has beheld its light and Moon the Glitter
The Life has beheld its genesis and Death the havoc.

All the elements seems to pause for the moment.
All the work seems to pause for repose.
For it was the Time, all join together to summon the Almighty.

....................................................

Written way back in 1998, just as i was being introduced to new perception of life, 
linking the spiritual self with the physical self.

This was also the time when i was hooked to Newage Music by Vangelis, yanni, and 
few other contemporaries, some times inspiring me to compose poetry on their 
compositions.

Some what modern sufistic touch and feel to whole poem.
.....................................................
.musafirs


Details | Free verse | |

Trees

This world is getting angry
I see wars are still happening
People dying everywhere
I can feel the earth is shaking
It show us how much it’s angry at us

In our human shapes, 
We can look as strong as a rock
Steady as a pillar, glowing as gold
But within our hearts,
We are in battle with the pain and heartaches
Tempted and seduced by the mystery of life

No one understand the meaning of life anymore
It’s just about waking up early in the morning
Reading the morning news with a cup of coffee
Or running chasing the time or the time will beat you down
What exactly are we looking for in this life?

People build, people destroy
People lied, people deploy
Cut more trees for us to build a ship
Cut more trees for us to make a home
It’s like pulling each hair in your head
It’s hurt and that’s how the earth might feel

Let us think wise starting from today
Doesn’t it feel so cool, so cozy?
When we sit under a big tree
Don’t we want to share this feeling to our children?
So they can pass it to their next generation 

Trees are the pillars of the earth
Its roots can hold it from crumbling
Trees are the umbrella of the earth
Its leaves can keep us from thunder and sunlight
 


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Glowing Magnificence

In it's floating presence One gains hope
Through it's gorgeous glow One finds the beauty
Finding the hope to push on and See
Gaining the vision...that All is Not Lost
Floating in the it's sea of Dark
Speckled with the Lights that were Seen once
Glows the beauty of that which must BE Seen
Never Wavering
Always Moving
Shining Evermore
To bathe thee in rich Silver


Details | Narrative | |

Up but Down- Part 5

Up but Down…part-5

“Poor place”, the spectral humming of the winds
Seems to tell, “the hills too would have to lose
Their birthright just like everyone of us.
On the way upward, somebody points

To a pitiful mile or so and tells
‘These are virgin forests left as they are’
But whereas on one side, rubber trees ooze 
Sap through cuts where thick forests once were which 

Bore not wounds but fruits and blooms in the past.
It’s only a question of time before
The virgins would bare themselves in sheer
Helplessness at man’s inhumanity.

The power station is off. More often than not.
With no power for itself to run
The power of water. Not a drop of it.
How imperceptibly we turn powerless

In our greed. To extract, to snatch, to steal.
From my place can I see a reservoir
Built by a far-sighted king of the past.
Yes, a grand pool of water it once was

Here can you now see miles and miles of sand
Dotted with puddles amidst bald hillocks.
A nuclear powe r station is being built
A little farther away. They have laid

Pipes to clear off even these puddles
To the project site. The signs of death and decay
Amidst the languishing signs of life
Is getting the stamp of authority.

And this region can now hope, sordidly
Hopelessly. To go through experiences
Which happen but once in a life time
Which will turn it to a land of thirst

Radioactive waste and wasted limbs.
We returned. Yes, a month ago. Not from
A hill of hope but one foreboding doom
Fast and noticeably. Must be changing 

Fast. So when next time when we come looking out
If I too could gain something in my quest
For wealth, power and pelf, what will be left will
Be some fire-licked hills plus all their ills.


Details | Couplet | |

Picnic in the fall contest

During the fall overwhelmed with crisp air,
Is a time where I like to share,
A treat with my sweetest love,
While we gaze far above,
Underneath the late noon sky,
After the bugs don’t want to fly,
I can enjoy the time we share,
As the cool breeze blows my hair,
Laying down on Satin sheets,
In the grass our eyes do meet,
Eating fruit from the vine,
A glass of Merlo adds to our dine,
Purple, pink, reds and blues,
A canvas painted just for two,
Sounds of leaves whispering as they meet,
Glorious birds harmonizing beats,
Marching ants finishing up their day,
Alongside where we lay,
souls are restored by the silent lake,
Nature gives, it does not take,
Quiet reflection of our day,
A picnic in the fall is the best way!

5-10-11


Details | Rhyme | |

The Open Window

I’m already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning.
I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day.
My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming!
Ah, I’m feeling alive inside and I think I’ll just stay right here for each second of today.

I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up,
I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup.
It’s the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, 
I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say,
Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array!

There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup!
I’m smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away,
Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they’re in tune!

Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, 
Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you.
Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink,

No way Jose!
I can’t sing! 
My silly, silly little birdies, 
Y’all know my singing stinks.

My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot,
I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I’m just not giving a hoot.
So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today,

By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, 
Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays!

® Registered: Ann Rich  2005


Details | Free verse | |

The Path


Oh, long ago secluded path
   On through the green wood ambled

Winding, winding evermore
   Through brush and forest bramble

By stream and silent meadow
   Its onward course did wind

Forward, forward deep
   This path of no mankind


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

One Foggy Morning

A dreamy state in morning mist,
As curls of cloud, recline on earth,
The walking feet dare not resist.

The pathway fading just ahead,
Recoiling into the low clouds,
A mystery remains instead.

Wandering feet know their own way,
Whilst striding on without time to pause,
And dwell upon what comes today.

Old footsteps echo on the breeze,
Through dreams of love that time forgot,
Yet still it whispers through the trees.





Form: Enclosed Triplets


Details | Haiku | |

Change

Frogs rest in the shade 
Where the soft breeze never stops
 ...life of constant change 
 


Details | Haiku | |

Hybernation

A large grizzly bear

Slips off into the shadows

Time for long winter


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saddest muse

saddest muse
counting the stars
for comfort


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born on the wave of a tsunami

i was born on the wave of a tsunami.
i had fallen through time into space.
the shore were i landed was empty.
it mirrored the look on my face.
so i ventured through valleys, up mountains.
passed vilages dead from the wave
i came to recognise my suroundings.
this is were, when a child i played


all the trees have fallen like flowers.
all the bees have stung themselves out.
mother nature was away for an hour.
god and her had just about gone out.
all the spirits were in their own heavans.
watching as the passages roll bye.
here was the time for the getting.
viewing the meesages of time.


mine is the hand of redemption.
yours is the hand to be gave.
i tell ya  nobodys shown the exemption.
of missing the rest in the grave.
down in your ditch with your choking.
hanging your kids with your ways.
yours is the life that is smoking.
mine is the drug that you take.


the wind has crept behind dark clouds
as the moon weeps for the sun
the seas have all settled back down
retreating to were they came from
the world has buckled it's axis
now destined to die on it's heels
it's people have fallen to madness
now the true face of life is revealed


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Opportunity

Blue Moon tonight which is very rare
It happens on New Years Eve once in nineteen years
Will you be watching to see if it peeks through
In New York City, Albany, or Calimazu

Maybe in Ormand Beach, Florida
Utah, Alaska a state so fair
How about in the United Kingdom
Africa, Asia, Malayia, or Bonnie Scotland where

It may shine on ice and snow
Or rain reflecting streets
Somewhere on the desert plain
Where the sidewinders sleep

Will the clouds part for just 
A short time for you and me
So we can see this phenominum
That will be such a treat

I will be watching and hope
For just a peek, if only for a moment..
That would be so neat
My day will be filled with excitement

As I watch and wait
This could be the night
That I might stay up late
Sit out on the porch in the cold

Hoping to share with you
A night of anticipation
Of a moon that is blue
Will it cast a shadow

On my gray gray  hair
Or hide all the wrinkles
That shows my character 
So that youth is reflected

On this night so fair
On this night so rare
On this night to share
On this night be there

(Some explanation of Blue Moon. (1) Earth close to sun-so earth gets more sun and moon 
will be brighter. (2) Moon will be closer to earth so seems larger. (3) Full moon rises to a 
point nearly opposite the sun and because sun is low this time of year the full moon will rise 
particularly high.  Blue moon is not blue in color but two full moons in one month because we 
do not use lunar calendar but one devised by man.  Last blue moon on New Years Eve was 
l990 and next will be 2028 or every 19 years.) (There are several explanations how the term 
came into being but I will let you look it up.)


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Life's Seasons

 Swirling leaves, the earth grows still awaiting its time of sleep. The skies turn grey. The time grows short. The birds take to the sky on retreat.
 
The snow falls from the heavens above. The wind becomes blustery and cold. The sun shines on the blankets of snow reflecting hues to gold.
 
The rain comes down and torrents. Little petals of green appear. The earth bursts forth in color
 a time that spring is near.
 
The sun shines gloriously above the earth. The grass is full and green. The fields are full of flowers as far as the eye can see.
 
Each season is a creation of a part of a continuous link. A time of birth and renewal, a time of reprieve and sleep.
 
God has given us this earth as a special gift. It is a promise from him above. That our lives should never become mundane and in God we should trust and love.
 
Make each day that you live a memorable one. Leave your signature behind. Reach out and touch the heart of a loved one. Visit a friend in need. Take the time.
 
For when you enter in to the heavenly gates and your time on earth is done. When your seasons have now passed away God will say enter my little one.
 
For when your life is over what will you have left behind? The memories of your patience and love passed on eternally throughout all mankind.
 
by Kim Paquin


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Final Notice

Crystal tears fell from the sky, 
over mountains and leaky valleys,
freeing echoes from another time and space...
through lacerated seams in Mother's wall;
funny how ancient wounds still bleeds.

Just the other day I caught sight of the shine,
finally looking through eyes that see, 
but time is not ours to replay...
too many sins to repay 
for casting stones at mother's house.

Provocative dreams fail me now, 
replaced by a myriad of faces
with jaded eyes and
mindless stares,
holding their eviction papers.


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The Sun's Rays

The sun’s devouring rays
Reveals an astounding sensation against the marvelous universe
It caresses the earth with warm hugs and gives life to the motionless gaze
Its auras are above nature’s designating exteriors
Its swaying beauty is beyond Earth’s inhabitants, deserving my praise

It treasures the sky with joyousness and forms swarms of jeering birds
The sighs of the wind attracts clamoring herds

The sun’s appalling flames
Unshackles a zealous tune that reveals the Earth’s accord
It embraces the atmosphere with remarkable claims
Unraveling my curiosity; my ears are pleading to hear more, so I go forward!

It prizes the ocean with eagerness and forms swarms of screeching seagulls 
The strength of the waves draws in scorching souls 

The sun's unattainable rays 
Motivate life to trail on till its duty is done
Its auras seep through the whirling sky and strays
Embracing ambitious love like a father and son  


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Mother Star

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


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Perfect

Even the Weakest ray of sunshine
Is begging to be shown
Known

Refusing to hide
Just wants to shine

Remaining patient
Gleaming, parting the clouds
Illuminance

Waiting for the moment 
To be Perfect, as it will be 

When it is time





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Undisguised

As the sky opens up 
So does our passage to the sun
Burning Brightly
Feeling hot sparks on our skin
A Sure sign that God is near
Making his love perfectly clear
Showing how the road is steered
Guiding us when our time is near
Hush my friends no time to fear

The suns heat pulses like a hot bath steaming
As bubbles wane soaking your skin
Silky smooth
Pure love
Like the sweet course of a meal
Unrestricted 
Untainted
Willing to please
As we wait with bated breath


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circle in the sand

what would you believe to be true?
a sun in the sky and the color of blue?
check to see what time it is…
and is this time a true truth too?
for you?
if we’re to count what really matters
would it be the drops or the oceans of waters?
~
Maya have a cycle and they call it Long
Consisting of ‘days’ that cycle to One.
Scholars translated the related data…
Stating in dates from a dated stela
That an ‘end’ was to come
For the world as we know it.
I asked for the rest to show it.
Modern cycles of time are related
To the point, I say, of being the same.
In the beginning, it was just a game
But a truth came out the more I played.
And if this truth is really true
Then what might it mean for me and you?
If the Mayan cycle to One it just means
That the rest are too.
We’ll start with a Great date of understanding
The Winter solstice of the 12th upon ending
Will complete the days count of three colors
Red Green and Blue…....... 18.7.2 000
We have the same color in the minutes it’s true…
1300 days is a count of Red Green and Blue.
1300 days as minutes are a 18.7.2 000 Too.
And how do I know this you say?
I only know it in the English kind of way
But 18 = R, 7 = G, and 2 = B see
Which makes black when the zeros are three
Too, this includes them all.
The trick was a spin in the eyes
They said ‘add’ to my surprise… and so I did
Add sum, because it’s said and is so
That once in every seventy two you know
There is the movement of One. Degree.
It was a mystery to me and something unseen
Like the physical physics of godly thing.
“Golden showers” Albert kept saying
Don’t be a coward his dare kept teasing
Could it be true his mind kept pushing
He wants to finish what he thinks is worth knowing…
So what can you touch in 24 miles
If you’re faster then light but stop for smiles?
A kiss from the color of a mind called hOurs
7800 days are the exact same colors, and
18.7.2 000 are used the same ways
1872000 are the hours in 7800 days
Two cycles combine to show whats true
And it is inDEEd; what I can show to you
Because I’m not an ’...ist’... or a phd
But I sure can count, in geek.can.ease…

7800 + 1300 = 9100 Soo, I counted…

1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 91 oo… a lot.
...2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 90 o….. and became a square for it ;)

9100 / 20 = 455
9100 / 13 = 700

20×13 = 260 Tzolkin sacred number…
Because we walk on them (26 bones each foot)… all five of us.
... see… there IS one more… and then it’s new.n
:)


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The Night of Unleavened Bread

Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread

Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds 
What a splendid night it is!

Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk 
During this meaningful night

There's moments of quietude 
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness

On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor 
During this night of pure bliss


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IN TIME OF NEED

In time of need,
I am the sleepwalker
of imaginative dreams;
searching everywhere, 
and not finding you anywhere.
And walking I sense
a shadow following
without the sound of footsteps...
I look back and nothing is moving;
and if imagination persists:
I'll kicks rocks instead of shedding tears
in time of need! 


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Gone With The Wind

A hint of summer
Becoming part of the wind
Marks the season's change


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THE DOLLS

When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament embedded, but only made of clay and heights four inches,
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed and clothed the doll in scarlet dress.
The second doll was only made of scarves of woolen rags in many color set and 
tone, 
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed again, and dangled some trinkets on its neck.
My third doll was more ornate and made of wood, which was slightly rough,
But its face and clothes were not alike from me; but of Japanese in a kimono
with a sash of obi around its tiny waist and wooden sandals on its feet,
“Imperfect doll!” I said, and furnished it with gesso.
Then my fourth doll was made of ivory, and clothed in simple bulk skin,
“Imperfect doll!” I said, and adorned its clothes with lace.
And my last doll was made of bisque from Germany:
fair-haired and fair skinned, until I noticed, some hairpiece fell as I untangled,
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed, and put a bonnet on its head.

And then I grew and see much of the world; more than my dolls, more than 
myself;
Like a woman I met, who’s very fond of costly suits and polish gems
only to make cover of her unwanted aspects,
“Pity!” I said, “she hides her imperfection!”
Then this bachelor who’s tired and aged, but still aspires for lofty aims,
“Alas!” I said “he’s blinded much of his imperfection!”
And to this lady I knew, who’s young and fair but lost a man she dear,
and grieves to him excessively, with no more time to stare and glad to other 
things,
“Alas!” I said” she mourns too much her imperfection!”
And for poor man I knew, complaining day and night to his misfortune,
“Alas!” I said, “he hasn’t done a thing to his imperfection!”
And to this dying man of severe illness, reproachful to his fate,
“Poor man”, I said, “he ought to know that death is not an imperfection.”
And lastly, when I meet someone who grief or find no peace and happiness,
“Alas!” I’ll say, “you ought to see that life is made of many imperfections!”



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On a rocky beach

Near the silent shore
Bright fish break through the surface...
Small waves touch the shore


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The Representation of Illumination

 The stories you have heard, sharing a bond between souls and companions.
The dances you have danced, lighting a friendship with every celebration.
The songs you have sung, harmonizing a spirit inside this wondrous land. 
You the ash wood, the catlinite, you the porcupine quills and feathers.
You are the one who betoken the wolves, the lizards, and the black bears.
        	The smoke flows through your stem to my lungs as the wind flows through your feathers. You the ash wood, the porcupine quills and feathers, which elucidate the wolf.
You allow us partake in rituals, which reinforce our beliefs. 
You remind me of the hardships I have gone through, the fight, the struggles.
You emphasize the joy and memories we have had together.
Take me to the content waves on lakes and the moon shining upon them.
Ease my pain, relieve me from my destitution, let me dispatch my ache.
        	Your smoke fills my lungs as I breathe in deeply, then to relax once more
Releasing the translucent swirls to soar in the midst of the starry atmosphere.


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Black Up My Brown

Let me jump into your river run rich as Euphrates.
  Let me lay in your tall grass valleys nestled between two hard black mountain peaks,
where I 
  Can drink up the sunrays.
 
  And Black up my Brown and Brown up my Light.
    
  Somewhere between them rolling black hills is where your thick bush hides the cool
crystal   
  streams.
  I sip your fruit plants sweet cocoa milk and look up into your skies sunrays.
  It ricochets off the smooth chocolate black trees that support your voluptuous magnolia
bloom
  The wind blows and your flower bounces and quakes, fanning its sweet aroma through the 
  Atmosphere,
  Sweeping those soft fluffy pedals across my face.
  I smile
  
  And you Black up my Brown  and Brown up my Light.
    
  In the arms of the soft black cavern, under the river’s waterfall, I make my home.
  It’s a heart of paradise embracing me. 
  Inviting me in.
  I hear the water passing over, throbbing and pulsing in sync with mine.
  I suck berries at the foot of the open fields.
  That sweet oil black juice dances down my mouth.
  Every fluid filled bite overflows in my lips and runs down the side to drip slowly from
my chin.
  I look up into your skies and stars look down and speak my name.
  The moon moans. The womb of man is this woman
  She alone can Black up my Brown and Brown up my Light.
    
  Then ever so gently the leaves pull back and open up her vast and succulent fields
  I slowly crawl into her pastures then firmly and stiffly begin to dig up her soil.
  Turning over her rich black earth.
  Toiling day and night tilling her meadows,
  Unearthing her treasures buried below.
  The constant pounding and packing up a full load;
  Breaking into new ground.
  
  Cracking the topsoil and penetrating her nutritious moist and sticky fertile turf.
  Never has the earth been split like this to uncover her deepest mysteries.
  Next I unpack my deepest confidence and my strongest statues.
  Then with my tool, through the moist and milky mass, I scoop out a deep warm hole to plant 
  My dreams.
  Packing and pushing it deep in the soggy substance, time and time again until….
    
  The thunder cracks this empress’ tempest
  The earth contracts. Fear collapsed.
  And here and only here, 
  I Black up my Brown and Brown up my Life!


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Creator Creater Creatre

He reached out
over chaos and fire of earth-man;
His hand cast shadow
'cross that which He had built in dream
He heaved a sigh which was so strong
that it cracked the red earth,
dry with the war of figures from His dream
His brow,
furrowed like the pair that is space and time,
dripped with drought's end;
rain would make the earth-man rejoice.
But when the fires of celebration yet again
grew too high and bright,
He painted the earth in silence
and turned head as His dream and all its creatures
crumbled.
Yet hope had not departed from him wholly;
there was always next week.


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A Poet Also Rises

I am up early this morning
anticipating the sunrise. 
Too dark for any birds to sing
and I still have sand in my eyes
left by my age old friend sandman.
This time of year it rises late
plenty of time for a game plan;
No reason to procrastinate.
Ah! There’s the man, right on schedule.
Guess I’ll shower and scrape a few
And while I’m doing this I’ll mull
over a plan on what to do.
The morning is beautiful outside
That’s it, a long bicycle ride!


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CLOCK

In the vast beauty and diversity
                 of the reaches of the cosmos
           impresses upon us all
the shear minute dust we are
                 in any comparison
The simplicity of laws
            that govern it's most basic
     and complex movements
Birth , Life , Death
                 some would distain this as "circular"
as the patterns in creation are
for all things existing within its confines
the birth , life , death of stars   , galaxies
entropy and the recirculation of those elements
into new structures encased
                 in the womb for new material
apply equally to the diversity of structures
                 cycling on the little blue marble
seed  sprout   bush    tree     seed 
seed  sprout   plant    flower     seed
seed   baby    child     adult       seed
same  down    onthe   cellular    level
same  down    tothe    atomic     level 
                 and its clock
in a state of perfectly circular self propagation
For those who foolishly accuse us of being
 
                   CIRCULAR
 
Let me explain              a simple something
     how we measure time in the cosmos
 
is based on a circular orbital movement of planets
                      and stars
and as for thinking
are questions seeking answers which just
                     lead to more questions
 
          and that's the beauty of it
 
       simplicity defines even the most
        complex systems that function
 
right down to the circuit boards for computers
        and technology
 
Mama      seals     it      with     Kiss
        Keep it simple stupid
 
anyone who doesn't know
a clock embedded in the universe
has not recognized his own 

Ecc 8:17
9:5-10
 
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Battle Begins

Now sleep I may,
Into the night,
For the spirits and tomatoes
helped set things right.

I know I shouldn’t have,
For my meds don’t allow it,
But is too late now,
Please don’t you try it.

Was something I needed,
The pressure within,
Oh how I wish,
To start over again.

But she will not have it,
I do not fit in.
Her schedule is hectic, 
No time to mend.

I call her up,
No time for me,
She says just give up,
Please leave me be.

How I hate spirits,
How do you people drink this stuff?
But I am not finished,
I haven’t had enough.

For there are things inside me,
We have to get out,
Scratches on my back,
I could live without.

So deep and hurting,
Attacking my heart,
This day has been coming,
It is not a new start.

I knew from the beginning,
That this could not be,
But always an ending,
To set you free.

Now in total darkness,
The lights are so bright,
What will become of me,
On this fateful night.

The black wolf approaches,
I can sense his fear,
He can smell my scratches,
As he comes near.

Death is our battle,
We will fight tonight,
Our hearts will rattle,
To see who is right.

Deeper and deeper,
I am going down,
His blows are a killer
So profound.

He knows where to strike,
To make the best hit,
I try with all my might,
But deeper into the pit.

A loosing battle I fight,
I wanted to win,
But this is not the night,
What a night it has been.

I have a cold and feel terrible. What did you think?


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Outward (One Broken Dream at a Time)

OUTWARD

Oh, to please. 
To pass this need forward.
To place it amid the space between the stars;
Spent amid the silence of parked cars your breath can
Steam a window on the world as you wrest amid your brother’s schemes. 
Their addiction to dreaming awaits its cure; it will close still in murmurs of lost
content and form; Desire opens deep a wound, you stammer still the words of men; how
foolish one seems defying the thunderous and the pious, the weak, the ill-mannered, with a
head of tears and a sanguine heart coming forth this way – this sterling way, outward you
sit along the Path of mere resistance, you rest in this foolish place, upon carpet ripe
with images does your eye seek the resplendent venue of the land of the woven
miss-begotten, the time of folly where crisp did flow your brother’s goal to observe all
in quick demise?
Oh, but here outward only do you see the inert space where time and tide indeed do wait
for you; for what others see only seeks to grasp the bar sublime and flip them out in space
One broken dream at a time.


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The Planet

I cant believe it's happening
Most people do not care
But everyone is guilty
Of putting a hole in the ozone layer

The time has come to think about
Just what we're going to do
The polar caps are melting 
And the animals suffer to

They say look to the future
But the future's looking bleak
To chop down a rain forest
May only take a week

We need to stop all fighting
We don't have time to row
We need to save our planet
And we need to save it now


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Diamonds, Diamonds

Leave me in the Garden of Eden,
To witness life form and rivers begin 
to roll,
Naked but clothed in innocence,
Immortality has been placed within 
my grasp,
Animals, colossal beasts fall under 
my authority,
Every fruit and flower is offered to 
sustain me, save one,
Why do I want for what is 
forbidden, what will do me harm?
Every inch of this utopia is
entrusted to my care,
I will not fall into folly,
She is so radiant, shimmering 
diamonds are like as dust,
Born of my flesh and bone, the 
apple of my eye,
Her voice is my only weakness, the 
only chink in my armor,
As of now I know nothing of death 
but I would sacrifice myself for her,
The serpent struck while she 
wandered alone,
He enticed her to trade paradise for 
a bite,
Her mind freed, she introduces me 
to sin,
I must endure the face of beautiful 
temptation,
I feel the shift as the fruit touches 
my lips,
As as we hear God traversing the 
garden, we hide,
Clothed in fig leaves we face the 
Maker,
With trembling knees we accept the 
consequences,
With backs turned, cast out and 
disgraced,
The sword of the captain of angels 
bars the gate,
Sentenced to a life of hardship and 
anguish,
We will forever lament choosing 
death over life


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The Time is Now

   The water's getting wild, rough around the edges. 
And yet so peaceful underneath, the overlaying surface. 
With the rugged colored water, and the storm starts a brewing; 
the wildest fish are only caught, when the darest of them all, 
start the search, before nightfall. 

    Through the tunnel the forest calls;
 the owls tune with the howls, and the mice with the coons.

   The rain pours from the clouds, starving for the attention, 
the skies don't give them. And when the thunder starts his growling, 
you know it's time to run in fear. For it's fear itself that should be scared. 

   The skies fill of blackness, you know it's getting closer. 
The time to start living, is the time, least wanted.


7-13-12


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the great divide

Earthen causeway laps                                                                                               
Sterling river under bridge                                                                                         
Worlds ever apart


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Down the garden path

When radiant blooms of springtime abound
in every humble garden grows
many a fancier flower to be found 
though noblest is still the rose

How gently do the ivy vines cling
like sunshine on mossy walls
how lovely does the little bird sing
his sweet, throaty enthralls


Where blazing morning glories climb
in shades of violet and blue
they grow like memories entwined 
with seasons spent here with you

In a springtime of soft lovers' strolls
we walked the garden path
across verdant and dewy knolls
echoed the river's laugh

As we grow old and lose our faith
there is a truth that will console
the footsteps of our fleeting youth
leave balmy imprints on our souls


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the white fog tiptoes...


the white fog tiptoes...
in the stillness of the night,
the thief leaves no trace


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The Inner Core

Be it human, be it more,
The most complex substance is the ore of inner core.
It’s vital for a stronger base and the line of arc,
It’s vital for the making of nature and emotional mark.

Most of the time we are searching only on the upper thrust,
Without even lowering our searches down the crust.
We see only the heat, roughness, dryness…
But no, eye on how melted the inner ground is.

There comes complications, as so many thing toughly packed there,
Hidden aspirations, sorrow, guilt, fear, loneliness are just the mere.
But, who dips down there, with patience of being a with care,
With time to just sit and hear 
And dig out reasons and tear…
   the unwanted spread all over..
   and misery creeping for a makeover.

If we care for some, we have to be alert
Be it nature or nature’s birth..
    let not go anyone to dearth.  


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Tomorrow

These gentle clouds move without hesitation over the glow of my understanding. Watching 
without eyes listening without ears they dance to the song of the humble breeze. Elegant 
birds of white follow underneath the night skys there feathers reflect the natural light 
painting a masterpiece with there luminous wings. As I lay here forgeting time I watch this 
beauty and learn to appreciate but never do I desacrate my friend's true work of art. Sweet 
dreams dreamer....


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Dilated Night

when the eternal night blessed our kiss 
within deep trenches of beauty we held
you left the sorrowful night with a hiss,
shall forever be a treasure withheld
a sheer memory of human nature
wondrous night that is forever praised
but thoughts like these tend to become glaciers
as that day becomes a living record
of that night your lips touched upon mine
but with memories,  some float till the end
under the swinging lamp of frozen time
with me, you remain forever adored
with your ruby fire lips and gold hair
in the twilight night we once shared


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Twilight

the in-between time neither day nor night exists time stands breathless, still
TLH © 05-17-2012


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Moments of Time

There is an endless sea that engulfs all dreams There is a land of sand that has no time There is a sun that glows and a moon that shines But what does all this, have to do with time? A world and life that reflects beauty A day is all we have, to embrace it fully Moments of time is what we have No past to regret no tomorrow to follow. Today you’ll live a moment in time As today, like any other day… is always today! ©Elisabeth Dubois 2011


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Fly Agaric

Wandering traveller of the night
Occult creature,
your velvet butterfly tongue leaves thoughts lingering in my mind
as visions of obscured beauty pass before me,
in the shadow of your smile
hypnotic, illuminating
to pluck the thoughts out of the void
like petals from divine lotus
streams of consciousness pool, playing before our shimmering eyes 
in crescent moon lullaby 
melodic rhythm of throbbing life,
spinning illusion
illuminated in violet luster  
revealing truth hidden in images of splendor
every hue brilliantly diffused
in the immensity of an unshattered silence
fragmented bliss,
I sleep, lulled deeply in Morpheus' embrace 
and so I ask you,
if I am a child of the light why do I feel so at home in the dark?
falling tears die delicately
as you told me that
today is the child of yesterday and tomorrow 
innocence, captured peacefully
formed with golden bough.
Strange, twilight child,
lost in your mercurial pleasure
set free my naked soul
shivering, into darkened night
ascending on stairways of delirium
to the orphaned city of stars


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Prince Fred

Once upon a time there lived a frog named Fred
Fred was a Prince, but he was unwed
So he sent word through the kingdom that he needed a bride
Tammy the green gowned lass blushed with pride
As she was chosen to be Fred's wife

But Fannie her jealous sister said "No not on your life"
And so the two sisters began to fight
Barry the blue frog shouted for everyone to be quiet
Then Gus the gecko performed the ceremony on a lily pad
Prince Fred married Tammy, which made Fannie quite sad

The reception was held at club Ribbit and was very nice
Even though Barry got drunk and upchucked on the rice
Alan  the alligator happened to be swimming by
When he saw all thos frogs he said "My Oh My"
All the guests were having a jolly good time

So Alan crashed the party and was delighted to dine
Fred and Tammy had slipped away
And spent their honeymoon in the Palace by the bay
There time together was filled with love and laughter
And they lived happily ever after


For Debbie's Fairy Tales contest
Personified objects: the frogs







Details | Rhyme | |

A Blank Page

A blank page,
A fresh start,
A canvas for the heart.

Unspoilt,
Unstained,
Simple beauty sustained.

Purity,
Perfection,
No blemish on reflection.

No telling,
What future storms rage,
On a blank page.


Details | Narrative | |

The Road

The road takes me on
Through meandering mazes
Into mists and hazes
Till the time of dawn

Fiery icicles swarm
As Heaven's haughty torch
Lies on azure porch
With flames to charm

Divine breaths plead
Pink rose-buds to dance
As swallows prance
Little mouths to feed

Drops of divine sorrow
Quench the meadows' thirst
Mighty pillows burst
Doomed to weep and morrow

Locks of green hair
On the hills and dales
Harks to soothing tales
Lion in his lair

Fangs of the Earth rise
While a gaping hole
Devours my soul
As the last ray dies

Water pillars fall
Foaming fast in fury
Ridden by Mercury
As by Devil's call

Lands bereft of lawns
Wind in pain grieves
Rainbow of fallen leaves
Cursing, moaning pawns

Watery fingers hold
Sands' burning breast
Wails a wrathful crest
Secrets to unfold

Ferries drown in a mad witch's frown
Clowns thrust in the Fate's claws
Satan sneers at human flaws
Feathers caught in Persephone's crown

Of the Devils' art
Saw a rotten bow
Broken arrow
Aimed at Heaven's heart

Shrouded trees in a cold clasp
Beaten hard by ferocious hails
Frozen fingers with icy nails
Sting the heart, a cruel asp

A silver crescent, gloomy and dim
The night's coy lantern
And the Hours' urn
Drunk with ashes, filled to brim

Centipede of light
Rusty metal domes
The road still roams
I've run out of might...


Details | I do not know? | |

Skyward

A long-winded breeze
carry a blue plastic bag
toward the sky.
I look
at strength
in sun's heat.
Of the warmest season
of the year. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

CLOCK ON THE WALL

                                           CLOCK ON THE WALL



THE CLOCK ON THE WALL READS HALF PAST THE HOUR
EVERY TIC OF THE LITTLE SECOND HAND SEEM TO GET LOUDER
WITH NUMEROUS INMATES SCREAMING OUT AT BEHIND THESE SOLID WALLS, COLD BARS, WHICH HOLDS THE CLOCK THAT ANSWERS MOST OF THEIR CALLS.
EVERYTHING RAN ON TIMELY SCHEDULE ALL EYES ON THE CLOCK WAITING FOR THE NEXT DIRECTION TO GO. WITH ONLY MY WIT, FAITH AND STRENGTH GIVEN TO ME BY GOD IT’S ALL I HAVE TO GET ME SAFELY HOME.
IT IS CLEAR EVERY MOMENT IN TIME HAS VALUE WHETHER YOU CHOOSE TO SEE IT, OR NOT IT’S A GIFT OF NO OTHER.  I HOPE FOR YOU TO TRULY UNDERSTAND IT BEFORE YOU ARE THE NUMBER STARING AT IT.
THIS CLOCK SITS AT A PLACE NOT ALL CAN HANDLE EVERYTHING IS CONTROLLED BY NUMBERS. NO MATTER HOW YOU PICK IT UP OR PUT IN DOWN. THIS IS A PLACE WHERE EVERYTHING STANDS STILL AND THINGS RARELY FOUND. A PLACE OF NO TIME FOR YOU TO GET BUT ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD FOR YOU TO HAVE.
JUST LIKE THE CLOCK ON THE WALL WHO HANGS AROUND TO REMIND YOU OF THAT FACT. BUT AS THE DAY NEARS TO ITS END. COUNT TIME BECOMES YOUR CLOSET FRIEND. IT’S TIME TO COME IN FROM THE YARD; I CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER AND THINK TO MYSELF WHO’S REALLY DOING THE TIME


                                            THE CLOCK ON THE WALL, 
                                            THE INMATES OR 
                                            THE GUARDS.

To both sides who can relate.
                                                                              BY PAUL  J WILLIAMS SR





Copy Written Pjwilliams


Details | Free verse | |

Horizon

As I wished for a dawn -
The dewed leaf fell up on the miry earth, 
And the budding friendship blossomed with the auroral sky
The birds cheeped out of their ardent nests
And I greeted another new day 
Charmed by the chromatic rays.
 
As I wished for a morning
The jogger lo and behold by the graceful cyan,
And the solitary realm pelted along with those hasty walks
The birds twittered yet their voice fainted by the lively crowd
And I hastened another fussy time
Peeved by the discomposed sounds. 
 
As I wished for a noon
The shadow of mine lost somewhere under my feet
And the sweated hours seemed so long with flames that illumed the paves
The birds nested themeselves peeping out from the quenched trees
And I abided another hateful infinity
Jaded by the grieving entity.
 
As I wished for an evening
The juvenility amended out from those felicitous doors
And the twilight that ignited the sky above with the shining moon and the stars
The birds whistled along with the faithful breeze
And I dewlt by the golden rays sparked in the sky
Honoring the sun with a good-by.
 
As I wished for a night
The spiritual approach to life was fended by the saltatory notes
And the solitary moon esteemed the streets with the splendor of love
The birds benumbed along with the intimacy that followed
And I whispered to the midnight mo
Awaiting for the next dawn to another midnight wo.


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Daisies and the Way to Undress Summer.

“Dress me in daises,” I said, as if flowers could cover my skin in respectable ways, and
he smiled as my shoe boxes of paint tipped over, as the floor became art and the way I
walked towards him smeared my heart at his feet.


We captured laughter this way, drawing insensibilities in between us, and there was an
element of beauty in the grin of a child when it appeared to dance across his grown up
cheeks, an attraction to Peter Pan, and blond hair in the summer, as I thought I could
capture July...


The month used to sit beside my bed, fluttering night lights to save me from dreams, stars
danced in mason jars and fairytales were whispered beyond moonlight as I wrote them in my
dreams, as I watched seasons disappear into morning light.


I arrested kisses with a word and slipped them in my pockets, he commented on the rips
that always decorated the hems of my blue jeans, I played with the brown flowered
patches at me knees, I looked at him and told him my secrets, I whispered content beneath
the spring as we watched summer rise, as the sky became a canvas and I wished my hands
were more capable...


“Show me the way beyond you,” he requested, as my glance became puzzled, “Show me who you
are.”


He handed me a daisy, he told me to undress, I studied the petals as they fell to my feet,
my toes became blanketed...

and I walked towards him...


the decoration of spring mapping out my heart, and he smiled with a mouth that grinned
when he spoke my name, when he laughed in the fashion of a child and held me under
moonlight when spring faded and summer came.





Details | I do not know? | |

Worlds Apart

Silent is the stand, gentle is the gaze 
The view of the meadow is grand, in oh so very many ways 
The person looks on, all is as it was 

Gentle and green grass, dancing every day 
Resplendent river of rich mass, safariing without a stay 
Soothing sun’s soft seal, seeding spirit so 
Hearty and halcyon hills heal, fostering faith and fancy’s flow 
Fervent flowers flirt, fetching fair fondness 

Many sunrises, many moonrises

Silent is the stand, gelid is the glare 
The view of the meadow is bland, with oh so very little there 
The person looks on, forever blinded 

Grating green grass grasps, conforming cluster 
Rudimental river raves rasps, lolling and lacking all luster 
Stinging sun’s sharp seal, scorching spirits so 
Haughty and harsh hills are all heel, fostering fear and feral’s flow 
Feigned flowers flaunt fast, fetching feeble fools 

Forever meadow, forever human


Details | I do not know? | |

The most valuable thing...

"If there is one thing that you will never own is the world and all its life. The world 
is one of the most valuable things ever existed, no matter how much you have 
studied it, how many misteries you have tried to solve, how many stories you 
have made about it, only the world knows what it has gone through. If it goes 
back to those days where dinosaurs use to walk on land, if it goes back to those 
times when giants use to live their lifes, if it goes back to the beggining of 
creation, only the world and its eyes truly knows what has happened...because 
as he world's ages increases, the more valuable it gets..."

-Alma Diaz (me)


Details | Free verse | |

In Trials of Love

Times come in, and breathe out-
Like the waves,
Crashing angrily ashore,
Swallowing it whole,
Erasing all that once lay there
And leaving it with remnants
Littered from the sea.
Scuttling to reshape
All that now lies smooth,
The sand awaits the kiss of the sun
The tickle of ants,
The sparkle of gold flecks
Pink shells.
Forever it will be
The same.
A long expanse,
With nothing but the purpose 
of pleasure,
A part of the frame
That contains the 
Waters that caress
and abuse
it.


Details | I do not know? | |

Senseless

When I was one
I stared at the sun
And although I lost my seeing
It felt like fun

When I was three
I drank chlorine
And although I lost my tasting
It felt serene

When I was five
I took a dive
And although I lost my smelling
It felt alive

When I was seven
I played a violin
And although I lost my hearing
It felt like heaven

When I was nine
I took a line
And although I lost my feeling
.


Details | Haiku | |

Mooned ring

temperatures wax                												 slices of  liquid crystal      											          chromatic months


Details | Free verse | |

my favourite path

i see it before me 
i have not stepped towards, nor walked along its direction 
it is clearly there for me to do so 
the decision 
can stray left or right of the way I go 
and all I know 
is that it starts 
before me


Details | Blank verse | |

Forms and data

This charade of life’s routine
Is fading the glory and tarnishing dreams
Humiliated in public and organised
Filling in forms, taking on form to survive
Our freedom stripped, our minds untangled
Living a dream of a nation in chains
Crossing Mountains and terraces
To an infinite reality
Watching in terror as our walls are torn down

In disrepair we dared to touch
The void of a bigger kind of truth
This waiting game catches my fall
And cradles me until the time is right
Hop, skip, jump to my destination
Our cities crumble
Etching the lines to a new province

Setup tomorrow
There is no tomorrow
When all of the world is drowning in sorrow
Saving for what?
Time colliding a little faster
The visions of a past time
Set as a spring trap
Etched in diamonds
Sparkling brilliance a new kind of day
Emerging from the darkness
That they fooled you was reality

Cut us down and string us high
This is not the right day to die
Leaping forward this tag team of life
Graceless fall of time travel time forgot
Next in line our species of doom
We count the minutes and seconds
Pause
We wait on our simple thrones
Breeding immortality
Day by day 
The truth outshines itself


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THE SPRING

Some time back  SPRING had come
Though now I cannot recall, when.
Nor the joy or sorrow it evoked
Or the feelings rising  in me then

Spring   or autumn has no meaning
When the colors   of   life is fading
And you spend your time watching
The   changing   hues of the days passing.

Boredom overcast the mind
Memory slips, all left behind,
A certain time comes in life
That tears the heart, yields to strife.
The body and mind fail to hold
The glitter in you   and all that was god.

Vegetating   in a blank room
And wind criss-crossing through the window
As   sole companion blowing away my annul
Lets  me breathe away my mental shadows.

Gainful   moments often slip away
Before I realize its worth   sustaining life
And I know, I can not retrieve   them now
But should I regret  the  moments lost, or
Hold on with hope, wait and not in vain!

	        -------        		              By  Jay-en


Details | Free verse | |

Solstice of the two faces

silky sunlight stirs the air
then, falling supine
with motion spills upon striking tips of oak
clenched between bony fingers
a passing vision of life,
where lucid thoughts
and passionate needs
are found resurrected in a winter's day
the graves of yellow daffodils lie 
beneath a blanket of fallen snow
inspiring faith in tomorrow


Details | Lyric | |

The poet

The autumn is coming
alone on streets.

Cold and rain.

With white hair,
older and older,
as the leaves will die
so will die the poet.

It will come the winter
hard and wild.

But after the death
of my body,
I still hope,
in all my soul,
that the spring
will come again.


Details | Bio | |

Felled

I walk  in the pathetic pages of a used tired book
Crushed by the heavy leaves that lied to me
The older I become, the angrier I see
orange, red, yellow peeling 
Panting, painting, pelting poems
against a soggy canvas and sagging
lines like tired feet held together with
sad gray shoes

We're the oldest ones here
The doctor is so young
The lawyer is a child
The children are all grown
My grandbaby is going to college

Still when I brushed my hair today
and sashayed by you
a lilt to my tongue and a 
swagger in my lips
I curved a kiss to you and 
blew an ocean of windtossed
leaves

I scooted under them
like a silly child
Smelling the earth
Rooting like a piglet

When did Tubman push her
passengers along
Putting nails in trees to indicate
the turn in the fog
the fork in the road

If she could work into 
the autumn and beyond
Why kant I rite the lanterns 
of my life?

And in autumn
You don't need permission
To fall and land in earthy
grandeur

Staggering, solemn, orange
Reborn like a felled tree


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When wind leaves the world

Whered the wind go.
It came by in a breeze so slow. 
Then it charged onward in its rage.
Forever moving foreword, the world its stage.
But someday the wind will go away.
For nothing can forever stay.
And when the wind stops blowing.
And the sun stops glowing.
The world will crumble and die.
And the wind will cease to fill the sky.
The world will fall apart peice by peice.
The people will riot against the police.
The powers of the world will fall from their reign.
And they will then feel the poors pain.
Then the water will stop flowing.
Next the crops will stop growing.
Food will be hard to come by.
And millions of people will die.
Millions of mothers, brothers, fathers, and daughters will cry.
The pacific, and atlantic will dry.
And the fruits on trees will grow shy.
All becuase the wind left the sky.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass

1.

 

A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,

 

sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

Along the path,
lightness settles within,

 

feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,

 

swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,

 

brushing the remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,

 

teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,

 

to silently be.

 

4.

 

Walking on,
savouring the peace,

 

a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,

 

all is quiet,

 

a stillness cradling fractured emotions,

 

the grass in the fields sway,

 

dusk descends,

 

shadows lengthen,

 

nudging dimming light to take leave,

 

of the day


Details | Haiku | |

Amidst summer

Heated months swim by                                                                                                
Like the transparent waves  					               
Break on horizon


Details | Haiku | |

Midday Graze

In the cool midday
By the garden fence, deer graze
...alone and at peace


Details | Rhyme | |

Farewell to Thee, Summer

Farewell to thee, summer, and to all of thy days
In which I had laughed, in which I had played;
To all of the joys you brought unto me,
And the moments bequeathed unto my memory.

Farewell to thee, summer, though in part you are missed;
A cold winter’s beckon I cannot resist,
Nor the time of peace that it brings to the land
From the scorching furies dealt by your hand.

Farewell to thee, summer, for a time we shall part;
Sometimes I will miss you, but you will stay in my heart.
In many ways, you are both fiend and friend;
And I know in due season, you will come again.


Details | Free verse | |

Winds of Change

Like the winds gone by
The feelings come and go
One time strong and powerful
Able to move through most encounters
Other times small and insignificant
Power stripped from time and lack of flow
Always left feeling lost and yearning
Yearning for the time when things were stronger
Strong enough...to Prevail...


Details | Rhyme | |

Fallen Leaves

The golden leaves of mother autumn
bear the fruits of nature's beauty.
The spices of unconquered time teach
each season of its own eternal sense of duty.
Fallen leaves wither in the sun's harsh light,
testifying of the frailty of the autumn day.
Shoes crush the dying leafy fingers,
while the sleepy earth welcomes their decay.
A rake's stiff claws gathers them together,
giving the hungry plastic bags a treat.
As a few wayward leaves escape this fate,
they are trampled down by waves of human feet.
These fairy tale rugs of  fallen autumn leaves
feel the frozen blanket of winter snow.
Each tree's bark lidded eyes close,
as father winter hides autumn's dying glow.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled Dover Beach

Death is the thing with feathered wings
Here on these rocky Dover cliffs
Against which breaks perpetual wave upon wave
    Melting away this earth-stone base
    Atop which rests the sky


Sleepwalkers, walking with lead-laden feet
They dream only of falling, falling
Let us, love, dream of one another
    Beneath the white gulls crying
    And the moon-tides dying


Details | Rhyme | |

Waiting for the Time

Hanging on for dear life wind blowing him too and fro,
Already changed colors but not wanting to let go.

The time is right the season is here,
The time to let go and try again next year.

But this time something is different, this time something is wrong,
Something doesn’t feel right, something doesn’t belong.

He knows the time is right that it should happen now,
But something deep inside him keeps him from falling to the ground.

He doesn’t understand it, it doesn’t make since,
This is the way it should be it hasn’t changed one bit.

Then all of a sudden deep inside him, he feels the time is right,
He doesn’t want to miss it for the sake of his life.

He finally does it and just let’s go,
The wind begins to take him and carry him with the flow.

Back and forth, up and down,
Around this and around that now heading for the ground.

“This is your stop this is where it ends,”
The wind tells the leaf as he smiles and then grins.

By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 03/04/2009


Details | Rhyme | |

Tears of a Lion

In the dusty desolate desert
Where once life abundant and thriving 
Stands a solitary, starving young lion
Weakened, diseased but still striving

With tears in his crusty wise eyes
And last glare of sober defiance
At he who wrecked havoc and mayhem
With technology and burgeoning science

With man’s greed and arrogant needs
He has plundered and pilfered and raped
And stolen the essence of nature
Rearranged, destroyed and reshaped

For nothing exists in this barren wasteland
Except dust, noxious gases and death
For man has created this lion’s demise
Nothing moves, nothing stirs, not a breath

As he struggles to take his last bow
And lowers his head to the ground
Last sigh from the king of the jungle
The end of all life and all sound


Details | Free verse | |

Winter Visit

Winter’s Visit (Joseph’s Star) Cold As the wind Blows across the land Winter time seems very long Outlined against a gray sky Cold air brings shivers Deep drift of Snow White Wonderland Brings some heart’s delight Smoke curling up front chimney The time of winter’s slumber Weight down in pure white Comes swirling Down There’s The beauty That renews all hope With a simmer of sunshine The north wind is waltzing on The birds are singing Spring has come Home Erich J.Goller Copyright 12 5.2011 “Joseph’s Star” by Cristina R Jussaume 8 lines 1/3/5/7/7/5/3/1 syllables Rhyming optional --no verse limit Subject spiritual in nature


Details | Free verse | |

Loves Seed

Just as nature exist, 
the sun rising and setting, 
the earth spinning in a rotation, 
trees growing, within air we're breathing, 
stars are shinning, and a comet flying; 
my heart is breaking because life is dying- 
all around us because of us. 
Humans incapable of  loving. 
We lust one another for the time being; then crush the others ones 
feelings. 
Trampling and shattering all hopes and dreams. 
For we can't take the time to see, to see what's right in front of 
thee. 
This Environment grows from a untouchable warmth: 
the suns glow, & rain: which kisses the earth with moisture.
We are all but a generation living within this nature, 
we all long for the  exquisite warmth; that delicate kiss, & it is here. 
We just need to reach out and influence it. 
Yet we destroy it and we leave ourselves wondering why we can't 
acquire it.  
Nature in many ways, all different;  is all unique and beautiful. 
Like poison in our veins we go ill, 
for what was once all around us we tore down, 
making it scarce; almost non existing. 
Nurture what we have now, what's displayed to us; watch it amplify. 
Love can work in remarkable ways, 
all it needs is a place to plant a seed and a little TLC (tender loving 
care).


Details | Rhyme | |

Peck of Grains

I pick a history from the peck of grains;
Only my retention will take me far.
And through modest abasement will I unwrap it strains?

6/4/2014


Details | Free verse | |

Everyone's Gone

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to look up to...not one...
Not one will be kind enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the debris
There's no one there to save me...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
I guess I'll find my way out of this maze
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to dawn upon me

Everyone's gone
I'm dealing with so much trauma 
I'm watching for any signs of support...
Hear my echoes of pain...
It drives me insane...
Catch me before I fall off the cliff...

Everyone's gone
I'm all skin and bones
I'm trapped like a hunted animal
The predator took a bite into me...
Don't just watch me suffer...
Deserted in this lonesome state

Everyone's gone
I'm kicked around like a soccer ball 
Hear me as I call...
Help me to stand tall

Help me... 
Reach up to the sky
To feel the coolness seep through me
Help me...
To be inspired to write more uplifting songs
Help me think more positively - help me wave g'bye
Help me...
Forgive me for all of my wrongs...

Everyone's gone
I'm a screwed-up building
I need you to be my backbone 
Straighten me up...help me to be stiff like a soldier
About to enter another horrifying war
Support me today...
And stick with me tomorrow!

I want to let go of the past memories...
Scaring away my happy moments and delights 
I want to smear away the blasphemies…
Obliterating my blissful days and nights

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to depend on...not one...
Not one will be brave enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the city
There's no one to show me the jolly sun...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
Fine… I'll find a way to get out of this nightmare 
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to give me strength instead of fear 


Details | Haiku | |

Flame

the cloud is a flame 
the day is closing its eye 
i long to go home


Details | Free verse | |

We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet?

Every second passes by me unseen But I can feel the weight of one minute After each hour my mind becomes keen: That these days are adding up bit by bit. Each week my personality alters A year goes by and my mind starts to twist Decades pass and it seems as time falters, My mentality gets lost in time’s mist. Yet when I am with you the clock stands still If only I could exploit these feelings I could stop the sands of time at my will But I’m not capable of these dealings Time now steals what I already forgot My mind starts to fade but our love will not


Details | Rhyme | |

AS A FLOWER SHE STOOD

I saw a flower standing in a garden,
With petals that time had hardened.
Yet its beauty endured,
And my lonesome heart by it was allured

She stood firmly defying time and wounds,
Her beauty sang to me the loveliest tunes.
As I approached it I could see her fear,
For my intentions to her were unclear.

With the softest touch I took it,
With care and love I watered it.
With time her petals and wounds healed,
And with a kiss our love was sealed.


Details | Haiku | |

Spring break

the flourishing blooms                         											  the hour unfolds the beauty 											           may I see the times


Details | Sonnet | |

HOURGLASS

.......HOURGLASS
When all the sand's run out for yesterday
and here you stand reflecting on it all,
no matter what you do, or what you say
you'll never change the way time has to fall;

the sand's been piled onto the waiting floor,
announcing time's run out, as you can see,
all hopes and dreams now fade, to be no more,
as if the way it's piled is meant to be;

all Heaven knows you've done the best you could
to shape tomorrow as you'd want today,
but somehow things don't go just as they should
and sands of time don't always fall your way.

The best we'll ever do is turn the stand
and hope again our time goes as we've planned.
.................© ron wilson


Details | ABC | |

THE RAINBOWS OF AUTUMN

Autumn leaves cling high in the tree tops
As acorns drop to the bottom.
Summer’s hot days have long since gone
Replaced by the coolness of Autumn.

The roses and mums are still in bloom
For the nights are brisk without frost.
Halloween is just around the corner
With the brilliance of Autumn soon lost.

Dead leaves create the rainbows of Autumn
Red, yellow, orange, purple and brown.
Soon winter shall blanket nature in white
As the seeds of summer lie dormant in the ground.

Wild geese call as they fly in formation
Across the star filled skies of night.
The moon seems larger and has more color
Reflecting with wonder its light.

Autumn for most, is their favorite time of year
Till winter passes and it’s spring once more.
A time of harvest and transformation
As the light of day is shorter than before.

How many Autumns have come and gone
Only God could tell the story.
How many Autumns have we left to enjoy
With their fulfillment, radiance and glory.


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I've dreamt of the Gate

there's no time for smiling anymore...
Death cascades along the waterway-
She smiles as she snatches time from the edge of my lips

''Time is in no way friend to you,"she says to me
My enemy,my love,my passage...where did the meaning go?
She again smiles...she seems as innocent as children floating in majestic meadows

I awake-
The morning is new

The smiling is foreign inside of my darkened heart


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Sunlight Slipping through the Cracks

That small keyhole of morning sifts through the nighttime sky,
casts an orange shadow upon drawn curtains,
hear the birds chirping and hear the grasshopper’s cry,
the moon is dipping and the sun feels shy.

Alarm clocks have not yet sounded,
eyes are still heavy with sleep,
new corners of the bed have yet been founded,
hours left to snooze remain uncounted.

Orange dissolves into a subtle gold,
fresh grass blades shining with dew,
the sun once again feels bold,
squirrels peek out of their wooded folds.





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Let Spring Appear

Bulging nests of humid
Gray are closing in
on shining patches  
of a distant white

pushing brightness

forward on the
windswept highways 
of the skies: let Spring 
come round to breed the light!


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Strive to Overcome

God only puts us in situations that we can handle
Sometimes we just gotta man up
Instead of trying to dismantle
Cause then we get fed up
He loves his children and gives them great favor, but he also gives us different challenges to overcome
Inorder to get courage which only makes us braver
Always remember who your father is and where you come from
You know who you are but he knows too
And together as a team you will make it through 
So when things get rough
Just seek the lord Jesus 
And remain tough
Because he will give us everything we need
There is no need people
To be full of greed


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For Sweet November Rain


Yes, I remember…
I’ve a sonnet of us, rhyming
silently, across the vast blue sky
in waiting, eagerly 
for sweet November rain.
We knew, we both
have the need to feel 
what’s good to be touched… 
the truth was, by the way,
I enjoyed the beat.
We danced, whilst the noon birds warbled, 
with unchained melodies, as the passing wind 
gently rippled the field’s golden hair, till we 
settled, ourselves, into a naked ritual, exaggerating much 
the vers libre it was leading us, before
finally, we wrestled the night, with an adieu kiss.

Yes, I remember…
I’ve a sonnet of us, for 
sweet November rain to cleanse and freshen
the wrinkles we left on a golden field, of tares, 
…for its next transients!  


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Ode to Autumn

Ode to Autumn Pumpkins on porches, crudely cut, ferocious faces Wisps of white smoke melting into cold clear skies Hands held as if praying, to crackling fireplaces Odors of allspice waft from plump pumpkin pies Cold swirling winds, skirling leaves in the lane While a few golden stalwarts, in tall trees still remain Clinging and quivering, making restless, rattling sound In anxious anticipation of delicate descent to the ground Haunting apparitions, appear the skeletal trees To spook little kids into feigned, fun-filled fright With witchy appearance, bare limbs wave in the breeze Scarecrows wave back with ghoulish delight Autumn leaves burning, aromatic auras so sweet Crisp air numbs kid’s noses, toes and their feet Once strutting Tom Turkey, now reclines in the oven Exuding the aroma that everyone’s lovin’ Autumn’s a time of rich renewal Preparing for change, in time so transitional Mother nature shedding summer,s no-longer-chic green and donning more staid, brown traditional Summer, winter and spring are beautiful seasons And in them I find much of delight But Autumn’s the season that I’ve come to love Because everything about Autumn…and Fall… is just right


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Waiting for Cover

Winter’s leafless tree
Is larger than it appears
Waiting for darkness


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Corsica

I am part of the land
the granite and limestone
that contain relics
of man's beginnings.
I stand on the mountain looking
over the water, pure in its shades
of blue as it reaches into the 
caverns along the coast.
The land rises to unknown heights
daring man to conquer it, to live on it.
The remnants of fortresses align the coast
standing guard against unknown forces.
From the Greeks and Romans I draw my blood
continuing the ways, the languages, as I observe
the Europeans with their yachts using
my land as a playground.


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Desert

With foul desert winds,
Floating through dust, sand, and time,
Barren is this land.


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Season Circle

When leaves have fallen to the ground,
The time for winter is around.

It's time for birds to fly away
To warmer lands where they will stay,

'Til gone is winter's icy blast,
And spring is here again at last.

In springtime all the flowers bloom,
And people spring-clean with a broom.

Fawns are born and bears awake,
And rain again fills up the lake.

The smell of the air is fresh and sweet,
And the baby birds give a small "tweet, tweet."

When summer's come and spring is gone,
The skies are clear at morning's dawn.

The days are hot, the lake is cold,
Yet swimming each day never does grow old.

As fireflies light up the night,
The starry sky is quite a sight.

The leaves are now red, orange and brown,
As to the ground they soon fall down.

This is a sign that fall is here,
But yet the weather is not drear.

A chill tell bears it's time to sleep,
As farmers finish their harvest reap.

The Season Circle is now complete,
As winter once again we greet.


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Natural Order of things

First rhythm to the beat:
Being honest
Next guest of honour:
Purpose
Following the morning after:
Self-awareness and courage
Break for freedom:
The musician strikes a cord

And echoes the universe it's glorious Love song


Details | Romanticism | |

On A Sagging Couch

                        

                                                And            You
                                           I                              Are
                                         Have                          The
                                         The                           Half
                                            Other                     Of
                                                 Half           This
                                                          Heart
             Sitting on a sagging couch
                                                       Remembering, the olden touch
             Robin warbles, on tree of pears 
                                                        Own memories, of yesteryears
             How many storms passed?          
                                                         Yet, to anger, we never rushed
             Summer has faded, now is fall
                                                          Always together, we will recall
             Counting the golden leaves
                                                      On the garden, a spider weaves
             Till the nagging rains come
                                                      Seaming our breath, with a hum
             Of warm embraces and kisses 
                                                        Edifying once more, the pieces
             Of love, till the next cockcrow
                                                      O! Forever, you and me, the vow
             The dreams, from yesterday
                                                          Live, for tomorrow…and today
             Remembering, the olden touch
                                                  In love, sitting on a sagging couch


 


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Living on the Edge

“Wow, life”! 

Always in the proper order organized and determined to stay intact.
Step by step rules with regulations and all judged with such strict order.
And all of this is what’s focused on me?
My, My! What a revelation in front of me a definite soul searching moment indeed.
Walking the plank I can see death before my eyes and visions with just way too many lacks.
I step further in to grasp this concept presented so directly in front of me.
Ha! A life with nothing but clearly lots of undistinguished metaphors!
My, my living on the edge, 
Risky it may be but it encourages the will in me to succeed!

“Life”! 

Ruled by the throne of ethical, morals, and values,
Condensed all into one challenging the best of my integrity!
Step by step an opinion is drawn or the matter disregarded at hand, 
And all of this challenged by me!
My, My! What visions are in front of me a time to expect the unexpected my constant need! 
Playing Russian roulette with a loaded gun, firm and adamant I maintain all of my dignity.
Pushing further for results to stimulate an aura I capture a much higher demand!
My, my living on the edge, 
Risky it may be but it examines these laws that strive so hard to be!

“Wow, life”! 

Expectations meant for perfection encourage the best of me over and over again.
Step by step blueprints are calculated, analyzed and specified by the finest details.
And all of this is what’s focused on me?
My, My! What examples are set before me a moment to test my own integrity!
Sink or swim? A desperate moment I recognize and exemplify as purely sublime.
Getting closer and closer to the seed itself the core is mine to unravel and reveal!
My, my living on the edge, 
Risky it may be but it’s argumentative from all that I can see.

“Life”! 

A yes or a no, but never a maybe and all before my time so it seems!
Step by step a path has been laid before me all engraved in gold or stone.
Most definitely a challenge for my authenticity!
My, my what a grip on me, a chance to acknowledge what it is that I believe?
Suffocated by these laws that be, I’m caught in the rapture of my finest dreams.
I step further in to grasp the concept presented so proudly before me,
A challenge I care to defy on the Royal Throne!
My, my living on the edge, 
Risky it may be but I know what I believe and I truly believe in what’s in the best of me,
And that my friend is strictly my authenticity!


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a mom and her child...


a mom and her child...
enjoying the quiet lake,
my priceless treasures 


Details | I do not know? | |

Axis Spin

The world spins on the same loop it always has
Moving by regrets and mistakes of the past
And though it turns the same way as before
May the next sunrise shine on tomorrow
And move by all the pain and sorrow
Spinning madly on to better and brighter


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Ashen Colours

Ashen Colours

Explosions in the forest. That's all I see.
Everywhere. Above and below. 
The sound, its not right though. Loud, but not obnoxious. More like a distant whaling, a rustling of many feet. 
The smoke floats this way and that, settling only with silence. The smoke, it retains its exquisite colour. That is, until uncovered. Next year.
They happen every autumn, these bombings. They affect all that’s around them, transforming the landscape to bright scarlets and lavish golds. But soon, the explosions will stop. And silence will fall.
A strange thing then happens. The same occurrence every year. It's the ash of distant bombings, or so I hear... The purest of white, whiter than bone. It falls slowly, drifting into banks. Covering everything. My country's leaders have told us to stay away from this. That it's dangerous.
But I don't believe that. Every day, whenever I can, I sneak out to study this wonderfully new land. Every day it changes, dramatic, yes, but with a sort of subtlety.
What are these brilliant phenomena that ensue so boldly every year? The colours and the ash. 
THE ASHEN COLOURS.


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Pit Stop

As snow is falling
An owl lands in the pine tree
As the evening fades


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Thoughts Within My Mind

****


If what I thought was what you meant, Then, " What If " 
we stroll to the back woods
of satin black shadow below heavenly boughs
perhaps a slow dance among the fallen leaves 
with white wine and innocent breeze
a place where you lose yourself in me
and I, I conform to your every need

what if............

perhaps..........

I dream...........


****

Contest ~ what if?



Details | I do not know? | |

True Values


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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Final Fantasy

Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul.
Now known only as one!
Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one,
It is your final fantasy to live again!
Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love,
Life of life has just begun!
The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within.
It is your final fantasy to finally begin!
Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one’s destiny,
Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought!
A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye,
Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need!
It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade.
Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove.
Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you’ve caught.
Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within,
You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong.
It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made.
Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time!
Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you!
Fly away with me, but only for a moment.
Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized!
It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew.
Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity.
Harvest your life moment by moment,
Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew.
Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air.
It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of 
you!
Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek.
Life of life has finally just begun!
Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around,
The loss of control is the loss that you will gain!
It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight.
Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong!
Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity’s strength.
They find the treasures you’ve always sought but have never found.
Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of 
light!
 
 


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Falcon

Falcon of death
Circling the sky
Contemplating choosing
Which one will die

Unwitting prey
Is spotted below
Which one will die
Only you know

Young or old
All are fair game
Even the strong
Not just the lame

One's time has come
You stoop and dive
Taking just one
The others alive

You strike in an instant
You strike without fear
Taking whomever
Anytime of the year


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My Time- A Lesson from the Falling Leaves

The shriveled leaves are falling
Falling….
No longer able to hold on
No longer able to be
Part of the living tree

And so they fall…
A flirtatious breeze
Lures them away
And they go on this their final ride
Swirling this way and that
Making the most of every moment,
They fall…
Beautifully raining dryness on me

And I lie still
Enshrouded by the dead leaves
And I smile
I smile….
Knowing that my time will come
And I will fall…
Fall dying to the ground.

I will go on that final ride
And as I fall…
I will let the wind caress me
I will breathe my last breath
And lie still…
Crumpled on the ground.

But for now…
For now I’m holding on…
Now is my time to be young and beautiful!
Now is my time….to live!


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Time

            Time

This piston drives, lives, dies
Call it time, it survives


Poem – Time- created by: Earl Schumacker 
on 10/11/14 for - In Its Essence- Poetry Contest


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Animal Olympics (Lion vs. Buffalo - Africa 2005)

Such a dull and dreary existence
So labeled as we’re frowned upon
A glutton’s call, revolting resistance 
As normal a routine as the rising sun
Constant hunger, constant need
A daily struggle through history
Forever grazing, forever feed
With hidden agendas and mystery
It gets quite lonely being normal
At the bottom of the food chain
You wouldn’t know, we’re quite informal
As we leave crop circles when we train
From time to time more often than not
We spar to keep our wits alive
Stimulate muscles, prepare and plot 
When real threats come we must survive
The challenge is issued, accepted by us
Extremist sport of major proportion
Olympian triumph or dire consequence
The pinnacle of battle’s contortion
We understand what they must do
To ensure life for another day
We too have kin, we too pull through
Against the odds of lethal games played
We bow our heads then lift them high
We do each other proud
We flaunt success, we fill the sky
Celebrate victories much as is allowed
When one has fallen, first we pause
And gracious in defeat
We carry on for valiant cause
‘Tis nature’s intended feat
So when you come with human hand
And strike opponents down for sport
All nature’s children ‘cross the land
Weep over the loss while kings retort
We feel the sting of aching pain
We don’t rejoice the slaughter
Do us no favors, leave untouched
Our pure and innocent daughters
Where once we thrived on adrenalin rush
These humble creatures roam
The same could happen to one of us
It’s like losing one of our own
So leave us be in death and birth
No intervention needed at all
We sporting kids of mother earth
Don’t care to be trophies on walls


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SUMMER II

The sun is shining 
enjoying the warm weather
sitting by the pool.


Details | Sonnet | |

Letting Go

It is the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.
Emptying myself to breathe my own air,
I went through life with nothing to spare.
My place had been set and was hard to earn.
 
In my heart it was for you I yearn.
Times were rough and never fair.
All along only I came to really care.
In my soul this began a fire to burn.
 
You let me down,
Broke my heart,
Made me frown,
Ripped me apart,
 
Shattered into a million zillion pieces,
I’m letting go of my lifetime of leases.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn

fallen leaves are here
breathe taking scenic views
fallen leaves are here


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Where Red Hill Creek Winds 'Round the Mountain

From far away, through fields of hay,
Through valleys steep and green,
From out of soaks, seeping evokes.
Joins up does stream by stream.
Through woodlands run, between the gum,
Where width and depth have rose,
O'er rock does trickle, bellbirds tinkle,
With the lyrebird calls exposed
Where time and age, plus natures rage,
Have cut and scoured a course,                         
Where trees have died, and now provide,
For the waters living force.

'Tis the easy ridge, a man made bridge,
Where we stand eye to eye,
As the Red Hill rushes, always flushes
What is gathered, floating by.
I turn my back and walk the bank,
Beside froth and flotsam cover,
Then I stand where, the sand's laid bare,
In flood, the water rushes over.

Beyond shadow line, clematis vine,
through Burgan twist with no remorse,
The clays erode, 'tween bluestone lode,
Where the water charts its course,
Close to where, a Wombat’s lair,
Leads to safety underground.
A Thornbill calls, and woodchip falls.
'Tis Black Cocky’s rain them down.
	
I've chased the crays, so many days,
Amid the waters turbid flow.
In long drought strife, that stifled life,
When pooled and trickling slow…
The winter’s sun, where the mountains run,
Is lost in the midst of June,
So it's time we wait, for spring comes late,
When the Blackwood Wattles bloom.
The dividing map, is the flowing gap,
Bordered by the Blackberry cane,
My tracks are made, in the well-grassed glade,
Where Red Hill Creek winds 'round the mountain.




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THE DOLLS

When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament embedded, but only made of clay and heights four inches,
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed and clothed the doll in scarlet dress.
The second doll was only made of scarves of woolen rags in many color set and 
tone, 
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed again, and dangled some trinkets on its neck.
My third doll was more ornate and made of wood, which was slightly rough,
But its face and clothes were not alike from me; but of Japanese in a kimono
with a sash of obi around its tiny waist and wooden sandals on its feet,
“Imperfect doll!” I said, and furnished it with gesso.
Then my fourth doll was made of ivory, and clothed in simple bulk skin,
“Imperfect doll!” I said, and adorned its clothes with lace.
And my last doll was made of bisque from Germany:
fair-haired and fair skinned, until I noticed, some hairpiece fell as I untangled,
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed, and put a bonnet on its head.

And then I grew and see much of the world; more than my dolls, more than 
myself;
Like a woman I met, who’s very fond of costly suits and polish gems
only to make cover of her unwanted aspects,
“Pity!” I said, “she hides her imperfection!”
Then this bachelor who’s tired and aged, but still aspires for lofty aims,
“Alas!” I said “he’s blinded much of his imperfection!”
And to this lady I knew, who’s young and fair but lost a man she dear,
and grieves to him excessively, with no more time to stare and glad to other 
things,
“Alas!” I said” she mourns too much her imperfection!”
And for poor man I knew, complaining day and night to his misfortune,
“Alas!” I said, “he hasn’t done a thing to his imperfection!”
And to this dying man of severe illness, reproachful to his fate,
“Poor man”, I said, “he ought to know that death is not an imperfection.”
And lastly, when I meet someone who grief or find no peace and happiness,
“Alas!” I’ll say, “you ought to see that life is made of many imperfections!”



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Currents

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


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ON SUCH A SNOWY EVENING

On such a snowy evening
When cold wind makes everyone shudder
And numbs senses with its fang,
The ever-warm heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When trees shed dry leaves like tear
And melodious birds stop singing,
The ever-green heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When everyone sinks in sleepy snow-layer
And life becomes tiresome and boring,
The ever-awake heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When everyone alienates from each other
And the hateful death roams to sting,
The ever-loving heart remembers her


Details | Free verse | |

Quiet Vicissitudes

Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore. 

Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles.

It sits alone, abandoned, on it's now private island as the ocean continually encroaches with time.

Nothing left but photographs to prove to the world it was here as a storm crashes overhead.

With one final gulp a once happy home relinquishes itself to the watery abyss.


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Spring

Birds speaking into rhyme
Tangle with all twisting time
Give me one
All telling sign
Spring is here
Insense divine

Sons of daughters
Birthing now
Heaven preening
Telling how
See it's life
Does gather now
All his children
Take a bow

Great has formed us
Made it so
And we are but
A seed to grow
In harvest reap
A crop to sow
In time to bear
And garden grow


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The Old Grave

the old grave…
unwanted tare adorning
my own epitaph


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As If You Are Nothing But Good

Little, little riverside stream
You water my dreams

Giving fresh flower in the Spring
All that new life your help brings
Flowing on through Summer
Carrying gold for our rings

Catching fallen leaves in Autumn
Many colors you now carry
Freeze you won't in the chill of Winter
Changing you of this I won't worry


J.R. Thomas
Copyright August 12,2007


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My Grass in the Desert

The midnight magic sprinkles in the air.
I can hear the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost to any existence.
This moment is mine that I create.
So very, very much I am content!
My soul is engaged with such a paradise. 
I am aimlessly there.

Ah yes! Yes indeed, 
You are my grass in the desert and I am so very, very near.
The glitter is everywhere, 
I can breathe the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost for time.
This moment is mine that I make.
So very, very much I am entwined.
My soul is entangled with magic so sublime, 
I am without a single care.
Yes, yes, yes! 

You are my grass in the desert and I do often come there.
The radiance I stand and bear.
I can touch the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost without a cause.
This moment is mine that I partake.
So very, very much I am lost.
My soul is entangled in this web of mine, 
I am so very, very much there.

I am lost in time.
Ah yes, yes, yes indeed!
You are my grass in the desert and I am here to share.
Blossoms are blooming everywhere planting the harvested seeds.
My grass in the desert is all that I will ever need, even when so desolately bare!


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Erstwhile Acorn

You held me in the palm of your hand, You put me in the Earth,                                  
You coddled me: YOU covered me in dirt; anticipating my birth.
I put nature’s warm blanket of  fluffy, crisp, snow over my head.
Crawl into a fetal position, and for the duration of winter I go to bed.

Springtime comes, I awake, stretch little arms Towards a yellow strobe.
I feel a warmth from this far away, high in the sky; Brilliant Globe.
I wriggle newborn tiny toes, in the cool, moist, ground; each one grows.
The warm breeze, moves my sapling arms, the sun heats my shoots.
From a tiny, tiny acorn, to the Oak I will become; I can trace my  roots.

Through the years, YOU’VE nurtured me, I’VE grown tall and strong.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter the rain sings to me; a sweet and loving song.
Fifty years Together : your old and I’m still young and in my Prime.
You rest in a Chaise lounge under my limbs : Shade in the Summer Time.


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and the days turned to weeks

and the sun it rose above
the very light that
it makes
it helped us light
the pathways
and darkened 
what we didn't need
when it shaded
the night time
its profile was portrayed
and as the pattern
kept on going
the days...
they turned 
to weeks


Details | Sonnet | |

Death Comes

The time of life has come to halt
for the grim reaper owns my soul.
His timing and acuteness never fault.
To take my life is his goal.
The shortness of a love once known.
The greatness of my internal fear.
While as he enters i sit all alone
and i begin to shed a tear.
My fate with chess betrayed me
through the hourglass i stare
the time has come for me to leave
my body and soul no longer an even pair.
My body still lies where it fell
my soul for eternity will burn in hell.


Details | ABC | |

First Time

You see me i see you
It's just us two
As we begin to kiss
Our bodies turn into a twisted bliss
Moving slowly but steady
Until I say  I'm ready
First time 
First time I'm feeling this 
First time I wanted this 
Nothing like the first time


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My Time

No sun has ever shone
So clear through the night
No moonbeam ever glown
So true with delight
The more I look
The more I see
When something new
Occurs to me

No winds have ever blown
With no change in sight
No mind's-eye ever known
Such meaningful flight
The more I dream
The more I sleep
Where space and time
Are mine to keep


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I'll Follow You Like Your Duckling

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

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

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

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

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

I'll follow you like your ugly duckling



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A Blissful Lifetime

Rowdiness drives though your eyes 
It builds a freeway, leading to consistent roads 
I can’t explain your stunning beauty, making my passion jam-packed
I can’t explain this heartfelt feeling inside—it’s so inconceivable  
Your nature is like a vermillion, impeccable rose; your scent is gratifying 
I can’t explain this addiction I have planted inside—I want to overdose 
On your genuine desires (that is most appealing)
That last a lifetime, pouring forth glee 
Upon my contemptuous sorrows and kisses 

Your tone of voice burns like a wildfire…penetrating me like crazy
It tears down the habitation that once existed and now gone
I can’t explain this fishy sensation plunging inside—it’s so absurd
Your nature reflects a treacherous passion like a whirling sea
I can’t explain this admiration I have drilling inside—caught in the waves of motion
Pounding lightly and ardently
It only lasts a few milliseconds… pouring forth notions
Upon my overwhelmed mind with gouges and blisses 

These excruciating scars left a mark
That lasts a century, accumulating my glory  

Running over my heart …tearing me apart…
Pounding me with affection…showing me the direction 
Where I could drive through the rowdiness of your eyes


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Overall Things' Playing el Time

Time by growing twisting all diameters
  while pass by, time didn’t fare back 
Once matter precious when all is amuse
  when by lightness, the soul paragon 
Time! ... the duration thy birth 
  any out ways to be, up away untimely
By threes abduced faculty design
  in past, present, futurity
Time maybe something for nothing to you,
   Thou —for your penury!
But —time verily it something 
  serious by, my appraisal esteem
In best use at my way holy to comply
  from periods’ solar thy nighters
Over a passage to be accomplished
  draw, of the rainbow and rainfall
El time ever gone with me, I using
  in arouse mine be it according 
Wishy is sets’ from my heart and mind. 


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Snowflakes

Against the windshield of a car
Thousands of you drop and flop
Melt, like tears tracing its dusty cheek
In the vast space of the world
You fall after the other, dance with
playful wind, mindless where it
brings you, either to a mountaintop
or to the treetops that await to be 
dressed up, like white robes adorned
in their long time deserted mourn


To my wonder, you look so light
so tender to touch, so frail for my sight
Do you feel the hurt when you drop
to a grass less meadow or spiky rock
Though the answer could be yes or no
I seem not to see and feel, for either 
you will become icy hard and break
or sway for a while then softly dock


When you are there at night
You appear so serene even to
the disturbing storm and awful plight
Someone is out there, looking out
muttering wishes each time you dash
against a window pane and sill
or crying out, muted by a sob.
Like you, a sorrow is not heard 
as you plunge into nothingness
touch not even remembered
cursed bitterly when you feebly 
run into a shoulder or bury a foot 
into discomfort..





Details | Free verse | |

Winterlong

There is a stillness in the cold
When everything sets into a deep freeze
And the clouds cast a red glow

The snow on the ground reflects
But it doesn't speak
It only covers what has already been

The stars seem to shine brighter
Piercing through another passing night
They're light millions of miles away
And thousands of years ago

Can we comprehend what we cannot see
And can we understand what we have?

As one mystery unravels
Another becomes more tightly wound

And yet still winter passes
As some are lost
And others are found


Details | ABC | |

The castle

The days were going by, making years 
And the castle was being built, brick by brick 
I knew it would never finish 
I would end up with just ruins 
But the castle was getting built 
and I was feeling happy 
 
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

Tangible Time

Time, art thou eternal? Thou never ending change.
Art thou of creation? A law refuting chance.
Countless orbs in heaven whirl and twirl in space,
placed on paths of gravity and light,
midst expanse of darkest night.

Time, art thou fixed? Or canst thou change?
Hast thou destination of divine or random chance?
Countless clouds of fire and rock as beauty taking place.
A vast expanse whose depth and width and height,
cannot be measured by a changing sight.

Time, thou art not immutable. Thou dost change.
Thou art a law created for a destiny, not chance.
Countless darkly densities leave light without a trace.
Collapsing holes through threads of fabric woven tight.
Time can change it's current flow. How can a clock be right?


Details | Free verse | |

Life of the Grasshopper

Life of the Grasshopper





The birds are flying south for winter
The chipmunks have squirreled away a stash
The ants have slaved all summer to survive
But another season still holds death


The grasshopper has no pretenses
It lives its days
But lives in the moment
Then dies
Just like everything else


The grasshopper had a lot of life in its year
The bird, the chipmunk, and the ant all had a lot of years in their life
All used up working to delay the inevitable
Looking, but never seeing a silent, still moment
A dandelion trying to catch the wind
A ripple racing on a stream
A cloud cartwheeling across the sky
A forest reaching for the sun
Perfection


They’re too busy to find peace
Holding too tight to find release
Mocking the grasshopper’s wisdom
Resenting it for its life of freedom
And its peace with death


Details | Free verse | |

Thought's Of The One I Knew


Looking down upon the smiling faces,
Captured in a black & white embrace
She recalls the only day of warmth in 
Late November
A freak of nature’s gift was sunlight
Touching on their skin
 Like embers
Breaking down she begs him to 
Remember
Searching for the spark to re-ignite

I can barely see. Who is she? I know her face, I think,
 I might, I can’t be sure. Maybe one day I’ll escape.
And tell her things I think I feel for her.

Through the tears she realises
The cruel exchange of sun 
For darkness
Glowing embers in the breeze 
Love is not a memory
And from the crutches of 
His blackness
He turns to see her silent sadness
Softly puts his hand upon her
In his eyes the final flicker, a tiny spark 
Enough, to say goodbye


Details | Haiku | |

Making the Fish Dance

Waves crash against sand,
While rain rides on to the sea,
Making the fish dance


Details | Elegy | |

September in Portugal

Portugal in September. 

Perfect translucent day and I can see the peculiar nature again, 
as it is no longer a blur of glaring sunlight. It is like meeting 
an old friend, one who was rumored to have died, in a country 
I will not see again. Evergreens, carob and olive trees lost in 
the mist of time, forever alone in the transience of seasons. 
I also see glimpses of the sea it doesn’t interest me, not today 
anyway, but I do notice it is deep blue and has white sails on. 
On my scooter I drive across a narrow bridge they have been 
working on so it can take heavy lorries, a road is being built 
somewhere out of sight.  Wish I were a painter, fair clouds on 
azure sky, could be smoke signals sent by an Indian tribe yet 
to be discovered, I see the past and future at the same time. 
Bewildering, do I drive in a landscape of ancient dreams?
I better stop find at a café, drink a “Bica” (coffee) before I fade 
into the mystery of nature and can’t find my way back home.


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My Winter

So many people rave on about summer
To me this couldn’t be dumber
Winter is the time for me
A time where I feel truly comfortable and free

Winter is great sleeping weather
Either alone or embracing together
There is no season that is better
Some like it dry I like it wetter

My troubles get washed away with the rain
Swept away like the winter leaves down the drain
A time where I feel less pain
A time where I feel slightly less insane

With considerable rain comes a departure of the water restriction
One can bathe without fear of conviction 
In summer people smell and sweat
Less likely in winter because it’s cold and wet

Winter starts on the 1st of June
With the darker winter nights comes a brighter moon
The sounds of the rain and wind at night
The pound of thunder accompanied by sparks of light

When it’s cold you can put on a beanie or an extra top
If it’s hot there are only so many layers you can strip before you must stop
Winter is a time for rain, hail and snow
A time when the weeds slowly grow

In winter there are less flies, rodents and ants
In winter I can feel comfortable wearing pants
In winter termites are less active or even dormant
Good for us but for them a bad predicament

Winter is a great time for a hot drink
And an excellent time to head to the ice rink
In winter you can hug without feeling sticky
Being intimate when it is hot can be quite tricky

A drink stays cold so you don’t need to add ice
In winter you can have a hot curry with rice
In winter football is played
Birds migrate and eggs are laid

You lay beside a warm fire
And drink red wine or whatever you desire
There’s nothing finer than a warm home cooked dinner
In winter you are less concerned about being thinner

You may get a little cough or sneeze
And you may see images like these
Children playing in a puddle
A loving couple having a cuddle

Winter colours can be dark but also bright
Like when water turns to snow it appears white
The sparkling of stars at night
The fallen leaves with the wind in flight

Winter is most definitely the best of the four seasons
This has been proven with so many reasons


Details | Free verse | |

Thought Bank

            

                   We jump off the delirious thoughts into measured wisdom
                 Big huge chains of thought and mists of dream boat invention
                                  While out on leave from the present day
                                  The world turns another inch in your favor
             Misty morning metal armor, the dream bent on delivering the goods
                                 Trying to peel the outer layer of a person
                              Trimming the infested material born drumbeat
                           Hey man it's one more time and I'll be on my way
                      Back to the brilliant splash of molten storybook teamwork

                                              Jeffrey Bovee 01/11/2012


Details | Personification | |

Link

Traveling through the galaxies of many and more,
I come up under a Star I have never seen before.
 
It had light brighter than anything I’ve ever seen.
It was intelligent and wise and incredibly keen.
 
It could talk it could dance and it could even sing.
It had made all of the worlds and gave them a king.
 
It had made the Sun and the Moon just for me.
It made me the link for the whole world to see.
 
I was to link each kingdom according to orders.
Each one had four corners and then four borders.
 
So I went around the galaxies linking what I could.
Many had burned out Stars that just never would.
 
I saw where there were no towns or cities at all.
I seen all of the planets made great and small.
 
There was a missing link to the universe I saw.
I found myself linking it all up standing in awe.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Whistling Wind Chimes

Was it something my mouth openly said?
You make me simply wonder sometimes!
Just hearing the whistling wind chimes,
I wonder what goes on in your head!

I am always here,
You are always there,
We breathe in the same air,
The whistling wind chimes always carry me near.

Playing around in a challenging make believe,
It’s just you and me today.
We’re well on our merry way.
No tricks or treats to deceive.
I’m whistling in the winds at you,
And you do it to me to!


Details | Haiku | |

An Array Of Trees

an array of trees
in the field of darkness, glow
with its crystal leaves


Details | Haiku | |

Rain on My Parade Trilogy (Haiku/ Series)

as the cool breeze blows
rises with condensation
moving like cloud nine

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evaporation
condensation into clouds
magic carpet ride

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cumulonimbus
like rain pouring over head
gliding to shelter


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Gypsy

I have wandered
into your land -
its verdant cry
has pierced my soul.
Mine are
the dust-covered colors
of a violent sunset;
see my skirts swirl
ablaze in the summer wind.
My heart is
a magician’s cache
of tricks and turns –
invisible to the eye, 
startling with their vision.
My wit is
a dark night cast
with stars that shine
promise of other worlds.
My eyes are
a noon sky – 
have stared too long
at suns and moons,
have seen days
become years.
I am deeply ancient.
I am tabula rasa.
I knew you
when you were born, yet
discovered you only yesterday.
I will always 
be this curious and wise
gypsy woman –
dancing in the wind,
walking on fire,
wading the river,
listening
for the lush pine grove
that whispers in the evening,
that sings my soul’s music
in a voice that is yours.


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THE DOVE

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

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

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

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

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


Details | ABC | |

There she is


There she is,
Lurking over the mountain.
Her sparkling hair,
Bright against the black cape. 

There she is,
Her beauty that spreads from a fountain.
Like the hiss of the midnights air,
A new day gradually taking shape.

There she is,
But this time more dark.
Her light not so bright anymore,
A veil in front of her face.

There she is,
Her eyes without the spark.
The teardrops so unsure,
Now the magical night for a time replace.


Details | Free verse | |

The Times Are Changing

This was our your favorite place as a child.
You rode your bike up and down the old root covered path.
It was a place of tranquility.
Now this place of you childhood has been changed.
All that is there now are condos and housing units.
What was once a root covered path is now unforgiving asphalt.
Instead of tranquility a new feeling resides here.
Hate and sorrow is now felt.
Hate for the people that did this to your getaway.
Sorrow for the loss of an old home.
But this is the way of our world.
We destroy the things we love.


Details | Haiku | |

Mustard Seed Faith

Grain of mustard seed
Falls into quickening soil
And grows to house birds.


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My God - My Inspiration - Nature

Poet ~ Rick Parise
=============================
Lord,
As the spirit cry in song
with diving depths
of emerald grace
I touch your
silken love at dawn
in simple words
I sing a song

A place where waters' run uncontrolled 
yet peaceful hymn
rush soul along

With feathered bough
and wild grass
I lay one moment
as time shall pass

This silent inspiration
as seasons drift 
in each reflective thought
my soul you lift

I write once  again........
==============================
Contest ~ "Inspired"











Details | Rhyme | |

Ripples in the Sea

When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars,
My mind wanders as I search for where you are.
Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found.
Standing alone at the Ocean’s edge and hearing its roar,
My heart pounds and aches for so much more.
Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea,
I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me.
Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see.
One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me.
Infinity with the depths of this Sea, 
This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me.
Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea,
Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me.
Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me!
Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea.
Endless and endless ripples!
This vision I know I will forever see!
I hold my breath and carry a true smile, 
Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile.
Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, 
The depth of this Ocean covers over me.
I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me?
So if ever in search for that which you know you believe,
Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea.
One by one they collide crashing directly into me.
I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me.
Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me!
Feel what has been given just for the love of me!
So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe,
Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea.
The ripples one by one know you will believe.
They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea,
And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.


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TREES AND THINGS

I love big Oak trees with strong trunks,
I watched them at night from my upper bunk,
Tall Elm trees with leaves so green-
It was comforting, at night, just to sit and dream.

I loved those trees that grew in our yard-
I would play in and around them until I grew tired-
Sometimes I would sit under one and let the wind blow-
It would tickle my neck and cool my hot toes.

I was just a kid then, no worries or cares-
Just being natural- sometimes taking a dare-
Or I'd go out in the pasture looking for bears,
But all I found were two old mares.

Those trees still stood as I grew up-
The Maple tree would seem to
 offer me a cup
Of her delicious, Maple syrup
To put in coffee or tea while we watched the Cougars
               on TV.

Now I am old, but the trees are still there,
Now I have to sit under them in a rocking chair-
No more climbing or running around,
I just listen to the wind making whistling sounds.




Details | Sonnet | |

A Love Song

Velvet veil of violets has covered thy hair,
Ruby red roses kneel to form thy bed,
Pretty plump pansies bend to pamper thee,
Dormant drowsy dews on daffodils are shed.

Golden cascades of hair on the shoulders fall,
Sunny fairies descend as if they heard a call,
Dancing dainty damsels come to see thy face,
Lyres played softly, chanting for thee to lull.

  Voice of the angels touch, strings of soul,
Sweet scent smelt as the petals part,.
Cooing breeze fondles the dandelions’ hair ,   
Fluffy clouds flirt in the ocean’s heart

Clanging feet of time is heard, but you needn’t fear,
For Eons of Edenic bliss, awaits you dear.


Details | Personification | |

My Visitor part 1

There was a knock on my window, out of crusty lids I peared
It was no more that an old friend
A friendship revisited once a year
Her name was January with eyes as light as the New Year
As I swung open the window she clammored in
Greeting me with the leaveless branches adorn top of her head
Kissed me politely on the cheek and filled my world with her ambitious light
She took off her coat that was sequined with dry acorns and twigs from the bird houses
Out of generosity I offered a steamy cup of tea served from the China she led my family
To give to me on her New Year
Her icy lips cooled the tea allowing the bag to glide smoothly over the frozen liquid
Creating the perfect figure eight
Her eyes twinkled like a new born seeking its first glimpse at this new world that began
Its first today
I asked her of her escapades from the previous night
She gleamed about her lovers that gathered around her sparkle and communioned 
With a  kiss to mark a passion that in all hopes should last past this three sixty five
She teared at the lives who lost out on their very breath
That she should never live to see again
But she shall live always


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Caesura Aquatica

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Acrostic | |

End Times: Aspects

A time when signs increase
Some are brought level
Poison from Fukushima
Ecology and diversity drop
Comets show their aspects
Time to realise, determine
See the changing seasons


Details | Haiku | |

A Star Up Above

a star up above
shining bright in the dark sky
I wait to touch me


Details | Haiku | |

Smell the Roses Now

smell the roses now
stop, breathe in before you are
buried beneath them.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled

do you feel it --
the gentle rush of wind in your hair that
dances between the root
of each strand,
the feeling of your feet being pulled
to the aroused ground,
the frozen needles that gently massage
your young face?

there is nothing in existence
powerful enough to transcend
the day you discovered love and beauty.


Details | Free verse | |

Winter's Replaced With Summer

Winter is wrapped in leaves
Say that I'm losing myself 
They corrupt my every last thought

I yearn for a more hallow summer
To be as bright as the sun

I want to see everyone smile
Instead, I'm dried up in denial

Do you believe
This winter will be frost-covered?

I will reassure myself
This summer... we will have more time to go to the beach

I am here to reach for people's needs

Maybe I am losing myself... 
Summer is coming soon

My heart... Is it withering with coldness?
Is it painted against a shunned piece of art?

My heart is still alive
Pounding...wailing to get more excitement

Return, oh you sweet summer! 
This time, it'll be brighter and funner 

Perhaps it would be an enjoyable vacation 
Watching cartoons all day long 
And singing a million songs
Though the rhythm isn't the best 

We might even dig up
An astounding chest 

Now we're taking a peek
Into a petite, sunlit vacation 

I yearn for more time
For a fabulous summer

For now,
I'll reassure myself
That we're going to the beach
And plan out endless vacations

The leaves wither away
Now I'm a released animal from the zoo  
It's about the greatest time
To be free 

Yet... I still yearn
For a generous summer


Details | Rhyme | |

high

oh, Gold and silver in the sky
Fading into blue
I sit around and wonder why
I only think of you
These thoughts: they wander to and fro
Like pendulums in clocks
but only in your shining face
does the moving stop


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother's song

Come wind come thunder!
Kill this stillness with your glory.
My memories once sweet please plunder.
Write me a brand new story,
so in peace my soul can wonder.
Bring forth you stormy embrace!
Look for my heart in stone.
Wipe the reminiscence of the face
that left me here alone.
If time has no power,
why then am I bound?
Where then the blooming flower
of the youth I hardly found?
The fountain of my tears now dries;
people pointing “look she dies”
baring no concern for their own tomorrow.
If time runs out where then will they borrow?
My children cant you see you’re truly worth?
But who am I, I’m only Mother Earth


Details | Haiku | |

as the sky grows dark


as the sky grows dark
the city street-lights blinking
every 6 p.m.


Details | Ballad | |

IMPARISHABLE TREASURE

Treasure like the moon, so close i can see it, yet so far from my reach.

Treasures like you, always there close for reach maybe too close for my notice.

What treasures i have found, such treasures i will selfishly keep.

For i bared the lands of men, scraping for that one particular treasure,

that all life is worth & without it, purpose in life we cannot fathom.

Beautiful treasures truely i found yonder, of exquisite workmanship.

All finely cut from various pracious stones of vibrant hues.

Through time the treasures proved perishable and worthless,

they left me holding the wind in my bosom, as afore i had got them.

All despair and pain praising all life worthless.

All out and afar to yonder space, i gave chase to the winds

'till i was winded and outdone & in my firm grasp i unfurl the wind and

my gaze (bour) upon it, as pracious time wasted.

Then i met you, treasure like the moon, your voice called & i answered,

and right there i beheld your presence.

Your voice unfurling treasure, your eyes exuding love.

Then i caught hold of a nugget and now the winds i've chased made sense, i've longed & found

a nugget that fits me well................


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My Getaway

The ocean is a place to be 
To get away from from everything 
To sit here on the shore
Having nothing to worry about 

I want to become 
One with the ocean 
Stay here 
For I have nothing to fear 

But there is so much to do 
So little time 
To see the world 
In one life time 

Now I'm going home 
Back from where I came from 
I say good-bye 
But I will be back next time


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Autumn Festival

autumn festival
laughter is filling the air
in my ancient Greek


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cotton -pink-candy -sheep

November is the bitter promise
we couldn't keep
November are the words
as they fall like slaughtered sheep
silence is silver-blue
& gold is too tacky
to ever be this beautiful


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Natural Cycle (Sedoka)

Storm clouds gathering
Gusting wind on the prairie
Mother Earth awaits the touch
Unbearable heat
Rejuvenating down pour
Blending earth, wind, fire and rain!



Comments:  The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line 
poems called a katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7.  A Sedoka, 
pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing 
perspectives.  The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following 
syllable counts: 5/7/7.  This Sedoka is about the natural cycle of Mother Earth and 
the blistering heat during summer.


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man versus nature

are their eyes gazing at me
or the sparkling floor?
my back stretches and I sit up.
once again, I prove to be
utterly invisible.

the trash can has overflown,
and none care that yesterday's
news is covering the flowers,
none look in that direction,
their eyes guide their movements
yet lack the ability to see.

there is a pale, uprooted lily
lying limp and withered on the pavement.

man versus nature -
why does man conquer?


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English Garden

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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Fall Memories

leaves fall as swiftly as the wind blows threw my hair the cold breeze brings out the goose bumps the wet leaves stick to my memory as fondly as they stick to me losing track of time as dad pulls me out of the leaf pile we exchange smiles for the last time before i had back to reality once loved, lost ,found again , lost again .. ...


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dimensions

The first dimension gives you length,
Between 2 points so you have strength,
It sets the base upon a field,
So you can trace and start to build...
The second dimension gives us width,
Which gives an object room to drift,
Or in some cases room to grow,
Thats left or right just so you know...
The third dimension gives us space,
So we can move to any place,
With length and width and depth unbound,
This door will move you all around...
The fourth dimension gives us time,
So we can travel any line,
That actions chose by what we sought,
Are fractions broken into thought...
The fifth dimension are the choices,
Screaming like a thousand voices,
While viewing every possible decision,
On one giant screen with all  provisions...
The rest are more of information,
And everything beyond sensation,
So anything beyond the five,
Is beyond the state we call alive...











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Butterfly

Once again my tears have fallen.
But not for someone else.
They fall silently and inward
Only for myself.

It’s ok this time 
That my tears are for me.
I trust myself,
Just this once.

Tears of retribution
Of anger and utter joy.
My life in peaceful turmoil.
Love and pain in chaotic harmony.

Just for a change
I can be strong enough to change.
Change my heart 
And all my life.

Peaceful and complete
In hope and dismay.
My feet firmly planted 
In the Rock in which I anchor.

Just like a caterpillar,
I am curled up
Unready to break through
Into the world.

One day when my heart’s complete.
My wings will unfold
And I a beautiful butterfly
Will grace the world.

A short time I will live.
Until the old becomes cocooned.
A new life at rebirth,
A new coat of colours to show.

With my new life I will strive
To change my heart and my soul.
Beauty shall be my end product
In power will my beauty be displayed.



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