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Spirit In The Flute

I walk an already trodden path...
Uncertain, of future lives that lie ahead

But, in faith I close these earthly Ojibwa eyes
In trill, thus, I hear the old ways in your presence amidst Chinook winds
As harmonic they play across the plains, from sacred astral pipes
Mimicking cricket songs that echo abstract out of the season's last autumn mist

I also hear your fifes in the rustle of the leaves, rising into writhe
And almost see your spirit aura as it accompanies the Algonquian breeze
Ancient ghost of proud, but now lost upon a dying nation tribe
Your music from beyond is narrations of a mystical language nature speaks

Sweeping thrush calls, chirps through weeping willow weeps,
Unto past September sounds, beating down on war drum clouds, of thundering maelstrom claps
And babbling brooks going on and on until narrowing creaky creeks
Alas, whooper wills warning and morning loons mourning, hidden amidst the swaying grass

When I see you, I imagine spectral legends majestic high across horizon's sky
Snowy silhouettes in headdress, drifting in flowing rainbow crowns
And with the night, I see you in my mind dance as the "Will-Ó-the-wisp" just might 
Then, my body shivers from the distance, where your flute imitates the cry of the lone coyote's sound

As for all of your Mishomis (grandfather) traditions, I accept there is a greater essence
Kindred I am, son to your spirit and without partition from an Ojibwa eye
And I stand here staunch in cattail marshes, pondering my place in ancestral questions
Now, your answers again begin to play upon the wind, but this time traveling through the November... Whispers on needles of the pine

I walk an already trodden path...
But, each new step before me keeps this culture alive...


Written in honor of my Chippewa family ©2012 Michael G. Smith


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Ode To Fireworks

It is such great unity
That appears amongst the beauty
Of the bright light display?
Such colour, such energy within celebration,
Such a vivid canvas of man-made creation
That sparks with flair and passion;
To fall into the fog
Like all dying illusions.

Yet it is what it does for us:
Where we are drawn from our furnishings
That we clean in intervals,
Closing outside to a regular schedule,
Remaining well lit and sheltered
Resting our minds so dimly upon the
Soft and empty cushions
And hugging at the blind comfort
Of cover.

We are drawn from this facade
By another in itself.
Which brings us out like a beacon
Part Devil, half Eden
To then fade away
Like all illusions,
Leaving us quiet,
Revealing deepened images.
Exposed to chill
Peace climbs through our bones.

Let us stand together,
Embrace
The great power that connects us;
The great unity
Amongst such beauty.

Till we once more return home…


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Ode to my son

Son,
these words of my heart 
will neither come out of pity
nor will go down the wind
nor, again, will build any city.
But lend me your ears, baby,
and listen to what an old man
can say despite the rods of men.


Live up to your own ambitions.
Keep your heart alive
and your mind working 
with honor and passion.
Take this over from my heart
that has suffered for so long.


Son, 
There is always a good thing 
to think of and to do 
instead of fruitless tarrying. 
Let not the cold world 
affect you and do its worst.
there is always something
good to be done against it. 


Son, 
be careful of those people 
who call themselves your friends, 
your enemies are known.
They both have not become 
what they have become
only because the mind, without
the heart, sees differences
and builds on them obstacles
to divide rather than unite.
They used, it is gone now, to be
your friends and the circle
the circle is open and far from full.

Son,
When the light and the sun rays 
are leaving, remember to perceive
the natural attitude and substance
of daffodils and innocent flowers.
Hide your tears, baby, from men
and let them fall alone to freshen
the sight of your eyes and vision.
Open your inward eyes of Earth and Eden.


Son,
Be always on the move 
and fear not the elements 
of submission and contrition. 
The light is coming in
and love is all around you.
Fear them no more.


Bring yourself to accept
your destiny and look at
the horizons of your heart
to improve your tools 
and feel the power of patience
and reap the harvest of resistance. 
So much depends on them, 
so much depends on you. 


Have time to work, son,
and have time to play. 
Seek to be simple
and look up at
the sunny sphere
without a pair of glasses 
Your eyes are for Earth and Eden 
Keep them pure and undefeated.


But see !!
When the rain comes
as it will in autumn and spring,
summer and winter, son,
don't rush to get an umbrella
and cover your head like many
of them would do and would not.


You already have more than it
your smile can make it 
and the flowers around you
will make it and come along 
to live with you and teach you
how to be yourself and be
one sunny day, to your sons
and daughters, little son,
the father my father
has never been for me. 

Chokri Omri

" L'amour a besoin des yeux, comme la pensée a besoin de la mémoire. "


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Changing seasons

Take a walk towards an autumn day,

stray past summers end into a fallen

red yellow and orange blend. Although

it seems we are heading into seasons

of wither, the beauty of every season is

at work. Open up let Mother nature in,

she can do truly amazing things. Realise

even winters chill can be special and

brilliant. Like softly falling snowflakes

dusting over the whole place, far and near

what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has

appeared.






































































appeared.

what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has

appeared.









what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has

appeared.








what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has

appeared.


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Pink Pink Pink

Once in my life, breast cancer, I did not know.
Which was lost, and what would be gained.
I could not see, beyond her glow
Faith and strength carried and remained.
Unfinished things of her dreams come slow
These were not to be lost, our love holds true
Loss of her alluring game would not matter, I did say
In life and love, she is stuck to me with glue
She is more than any loss, which may take away.


Pink in October shapes her autumn sky.
More beautiful now she faces its lie.
Sunshine wakes her in a moonlights lure.
Fighting like a girl, she wins the war.
Dancing as a woman she captures pink ardor.
She is more than a woman, my lady, my love.
Pink, pink, pink color beyond her despair,
Trials and tribulations, rising glow,
She has won her fight; in the pink, breast cancers beware.


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Shades of Autumn

At last, a welcomed light Autumn breeze,
Whistling passed steepled roofs,
Gently lifting branches of the bowing sycamore trees
Lining dull gray sidewalks still toasty warm
From the sweltering heat of the day before;
Departing summer flees threads of deep purple clouds
Leaching westward from the eastern sky,
Inky streams clawing their way into lighter shades of dusk,
The new season has cast her dye.


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Ode To A Puffball

To you plump puffball,
Squatter of the mushroom fungi. 
May your soils be rich
And your spores be many!

Moonstone child of nocturnal reverie
Pride tempts to invite fallacious vanity.
Creamy alabaster skin,
Spongy firm of flesh within.
A saucy lunar face to taunt the sun.
His nomadic gaze leaves no course for fun.
The sun edges off towards autumn skies,
Pragmatically steady; contemplatively wise.

The sun may have kissed her on a whim,
Crazed butterfly flutters; needles to pins.
Translucent skin, her conceit and crown,
Blushes from saffron hue, to Dijon brown.
Physical metamorphosis; transmutations collide,
She becomes a phase converted seasonal bride.
To celebrate this new found core,
She sends up clouds of dust, and sleepy spores.

Carpe Diem.



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AN ODE TO MY FUTURE LOVER

I rest the rhapsodic morn along rustic shadows,
as if it were a sapphire,
i shall serenade beautifully beneath our efflorescent forests,
my hands await you like a rustic moon,
i shivery surreptitiously in my cashmere bowers,
the harmonies have dale's autumn glow,
the have bough's idyllic fragility,
ahhh, my future love,
my love,
my heart beats eagerly,
between the romance of a piano,
the season's have melody's romantic bough,
i will not wait me surely,
the feathers have glow's sparkling willow,
the lullaby leaps,
your silhouettes run the constellation,
you ,my love,
are my distant,eternal,
and yet, pastoral horizons


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Ash Tree

The endangered Ash Tree
what can we say
we have somehow
 numbered your days
bright in the spring 
with hint of all new
in summer you shade us
and make us feel new
So wonderful in the fall
of burgundy glow
so majestic in winter
dark bark against snow
to gaze at your splendor 
to wish you to stay
look intently for it has seen it's last days


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Of Transient Nature Ode To Fall

Fall is: Dragonflies, empty nests Pumpkin pies, shedding trees Brown meadows, Monarch butterflies Crisped carpets of Autumn leaves It’s a frosty feel of finality That all good things must end That things must die Is simply reality Tis not a question of if, but when It’s a harbinger of things to come As well a reminder of times gone by A pregnant pause to ponder, muse and wonder Where we are and who we are…and Why It’s a time of transient Nature Replete with changes everywhere Absent name and nomenclature. As familiar tho’ (as we all know) …As smoke draped pon’ the air… And that ‘s what makes Autumn great


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Changing Seasons

Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all

Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce 
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky
As sheets of white accumulate on the ground
And weigh down the healthiest trees,
Teasing those ready for winter festivities.
Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and
Once the sledding and snowball fights are done,
Into their warm homes, all will run,
Hiding under hoards of fleece 
Until it’s time for spring to come free.

Pleasant and lively, spring is,
With liber rains falling lavishly
On soil beds of assorted seeds,
Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners
Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms
Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips.
Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries
Entice the onlookers waiting to pick
The ripest harvest in a timely manner
And savoring them until summer can flare.

Fierce and fervent, summer is
With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure.
People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water
As a radiant sun desiccates the land.
Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere
And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air.
Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night
As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars,
Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear

Calm and homely, autumn is
Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over.
Crisp leaves bustle about the ground,
Trapped by flurries of whirring winds
Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in
And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked.
Families huddle together around brilliant fires
While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape,
And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.


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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


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ODE TO THE SEASON.

 O! THE NAME SEASON!
 OSCILLATING MY HEART!
 GLARING MY EYES!

 TINY BUDS PEEPED SLIGHTLY WITH THEIR ODOUR IN THE SPRING SEASON.
 TREES SCATTERED TEARS OF LEAVES IN THE AUTUMN SEASON.
 BIRDS CAROLLED THEIR GLITTERING GAZALS THEREIN MOONY SEASON.
 THE DEWS FLING THEIR KISSES ON THE GRASS IN THE WINTER SEASON.

 PEARLY EGGS SPLITED CALMLY THEIR NESTS IN THE SUMMER SEASON.
 MOTHS HAVE WREATHED SINGING THEIR OPERAS IN THE BRIDAL SEASON.
 CRICKETS WELCOMED WITH THEIR  RINGING BELLS AFTER IN THE RAINY 
SEASON.
 YOUR PLATONIC BLOOD PAINTED MY HEART, BRINGS THE SEASON OF 
LOVE!!!