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NATURES WONDERFUL GARDEN

NATURE’S WONDERFUL GARDEN

Nature’s wonderful garden in display
display of autumn colours in array
array of beauty to share in delight
delight of birds in a picturesque sight.
Sight of swans as they fly above the ground
ground that is covered by leafs as if gowned
gowned by a blanket of colourful hue
hue of earth moistened by a misty dew.
Dew that reflects sunlights shimmering light
light that wakes up into a morning bright
Bright is the dawn as a new day ascends
ascends to where the earth and heaven blends.
Nature and seasons in a divine bliss
bliss of life and beauty to reminisce.

T.J Grén

March 2016
My first attempt at writing a chained sonnet.

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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Down Fall

Within the warmth of home, I sit amazed
at the gentle fall of snow through window pane.
Cup of tea in hand, my layered thoughts unchain,
and tumble from the tip of tongue unfazed
to land upon a pristine page appraised,
aided by the silent fall through snowy pane.
Oh, the soft white wintry glow 'pon the lane
leaves a graceful drape, Lord be praised.

Within the warmth of home, I muse on themes 
of days to come and those gone bye and so,
I thank the Lord for all of nature's schemes,
for the gift of time, for peace, and for the snow. 
Oh, make the blanket deep, I wish to dream,
may all my days and 'morrows have this glow.



Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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SCARRED LAND

SONNET – SCARRED LAND

The trees were leafless, burnt, the branches charred, 
the ground covered by blackened forms; ashen.
The golden soil turned gray, the earth scarred,
nature’s conversion in fearsome fashion.
But then the world opened for a new life,
first the harshness of land, and of being,
to discover the richness, culture rife,
of life, a land of plenty worth seeing.
Landscape sculptured like a woman; to see,
with beauty and form for eyes to adore.
Breathtaking was the view, vast land and sea,
life’s gifts as female form‘s love to explore.

Scarred would be life before revival,
an inherent part of love’s survival.


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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Leaf

Floating down with grace and ease
Carried off by the Autumn breeze
Rich in hues of orange and red
Landing in the flower bed

What once was buzzing full of life
Now succumbs to the pruning knife
Staring up at the wilted rose
Another season comes to close

Looking for memories of this day
Not forgetting her fun filled stay
Lying amongst the rocks and sticks
I'm the one the little girl picks

Hurries home with the one she took
Placing it in her poetry book



8/05/2014

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2014

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An Invitation to Dance

When fields gleam aureate and song birds sing and transient stars in clusters scintillate, when sweet perennials are coaxed by spring to blossom forth, he comes with sprightly gait. He wends his way along the mountain trails past opalescent rush of streams and rills, goat-footed, on the paths that ribbon dales and wind around and up and down small hills. Then nymphs appear as, through the woods, he trips to flower-smitten meadows. Fancy-free, he leads them with his reed held to his lips, till blithely they embrace his rhapsody. So hear the music; watch the wood nymphs spin. . . Then captured by sheer merriment, join in! For Nathan A.'s ANY POEM GOES Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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NATURE AND SEASONS

SONNET – NATURE AND SEASONS

With changing seasons of the northern land,
in graceful charms of nature’s peaceful chord
A child with life‘s horizons to expand,
in search for ardent pledge of love’s reward.
The tranquil landscape of snow covered hills,
warmth of light melting ice as might heart’s fire
melt down the wrath of frost, winter‘s chills
to change into frills and summer‘s desire.
Colours of autumn as colours of beams,
those rays of light, of rainbows with treasures,
with leisures of spring and of wistful dreams
to renew and behold lifelong pleasures.
Unveil the radiant wonder of change,
from nature’s grandeur never to estrange.


T.J Grén

13th April, 2016

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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Happy Solitude, COLLABORATION WITH POET DESTROYER A

(This theme coincidentally matched up with another contest I recently
entered, so I revised my sonnet and then PD graciously extended this
idea of a day of happy solitude. Thanks, Linda, for keeping it in sonnet
form! It's a double sonnet now!)


Happy Solitude/Andrea Dietrich In solitude, I watch the clear blue sky.  Leaves flutter on the grand majestic oak  beneath which I am sitting;. Swallows fly  around me, swooping! Now I hear a croak -  a sound that I am sure I’d never hear  if I were on a busy city street.  I stand and walk around. The sound is near.  The feeling that I get is rather sweet  when finally I spot there on the pond  the tiny frog that’s serenading me.  Crops rippling in the breeze I see beyond  my shaded spot. I'm running - feeling free.  Inside a field with flowers everywhere,  I'm whirling as the sunlight gilds my hair!  -----  Like the sun, I sit and explore the view  A sensation, of everything I lust  Feelings I found myself unequal to  Yellow leaves fall to the ground like gold dust  Once, I reached to touch a lonely rock  The sounds return back into the shadows  I felt trapped by the beauty as I walk  Suddenly branches hung like the gallows  In slow motion, with no reason to stray  Facing down, the new founding sound follows  The croak in the water echoes with play  Captivated, by the flies it swallows  A young, peaceful feel, indulging in fun  I shall kiss and see if he's the right one  ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Prides of Poseidon

When sea gods invisibly show their glory
They’re escorted by their elusive sea army;
Vow before them, their loud rhapsodic chords play,
As heard in light of blue waves on summer day.

Marvelous army with mighty spiral swords
Hewed by  sea gods, their magnificence- behold!
Their trimmed trident’s tines conjure like somersault,
Wish I'm sea god’s knight to ride on them and joust.

Coastal birds herald their rare presence with glee
With ineffable joy,  breeze hums sweet ditty;
Surfs break in applause beneath the granite cliffs
As splendid narwhals’ display… nature  breaths…sniffs~

Narwhals are great sea god’s mighty unicorns,
They’re  special sea army,  prides of Poseidon!


©2015Leonora Galinta
     All Rights Reserved






Sept. 25, 2015 10.25 p.m.

(sonnet in 11/11/11/11)


Second Place
Contest: Impress Me With a Narwhal Poem
Judged: 10/27/2015
Sponsor: My fave poet sis, Skat


POTD:9/27/2015 

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2015

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How Kind Dawn Is

While at my window seat, I watch spring's Dawn
come easing into day with amber rays.
She lays a gilded glaze upon my lawn
and with her advent, scatters gloomy haze.

Like butter on my morning toast, her light
is smoothly spread enticingly across
my portion of the universe, for Night
has yielded to the magic of her gloss.

I quickly dress. Behind my house I run
to see her at her zenith. Dawn now spills
a plenitude of honey from the sun
onto a field of brilliant daffodils.

How kind Dawn is, how lovely to behold
in seasons when she touches Earth with gold!

By Andrea Dietrich

First Place in Brian Strand's Contest: 
Up To Thee Max 14 Lines
Now entered in PD's Contest for #1 poetry

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

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

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

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

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

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

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

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Fear Not The Wind

Fear not the fierce wind, o gentle heart
Though it may rattle the eaves
And give no ear to its whispers with nothing to impart
But shallow promises that hang, like dried, parched leaves

Listen to its mournful wails on the way to some distant shore
Leaving in its trail, the harsh rawness of a chill
And envy not; give pity instead and be sure to keep no scores
For the warmth of a gentle heart is by far, richer still

For who can fathom the baleful howls invading valleys below;
Billowing across the fragile earth and her boundless seas?
Is it in anguish that it protests; who can really know?
Or is it a mere expression of a mighty power that seethes?

Yet, judge not, o gentle heart, but like a blade of grass amidst a storm
Lay calmly into the wind; rely not upon your strength to stay strong
~*~

Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2012

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In Solitude

In solitude, I watch the clear blue sky.
Leaves flutter on the grand majestic oak
beneath which I am sitting; swallows fly
around me, swooping! Now I hear a croak -
a sound that I am sure I’d never hear
if I were on a busy city street.
I stand and walk around. The sound is near.
The feeling that I get is rather sweet
when finally I spot there on the pond
the tiny frog that’s serenading me.
Crops rippling in the breeze I see beyond
my shaded spot. I soon must leave my tree.
Red sunset I will watch before I creep
in quiet of the night back home to sleep!

Aug 2, 2015

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Ode to Autumn

Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me

As dying embers gleam across the sea

In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,

Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.



I feel the joy this season has to share

In golden harvest that the branches bear,

And I am thankful for this blessed year,

For divine abundance I share so dear.



The sun and moon take on a special glow

As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.

Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,

Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.



When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost

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



© Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2013

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Whilst walking through the woods

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014

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Summer Lover

Oh, summer sun, all winter I have missed
your stale hot breath upon my upturned face;
your tongue that seers my flesh as I unlace
the strings on my bikini. I am kissed
by sultry lips that burn. I can’t resist!
I bask in light of day, and I embrace
Your penetrating rays that find each space
of skin exposed. I wait and plan my tryst.
And when you come, I’ll reverence you once more,
supine, as you would have me, to receive
your torrid touch as token of your lust.
In June we’ll meet as always by the lakeshore.
I should not go.  So well you can deceive.
Some lovers you have killed! Yet still I trust. . .

*For A Rambling Poet's Scavenger Hunt Contest
This poem emulates the lovely haiku called
"dappled sun," (6/9) and also it is a love poem 
for summer much like Constance's Senryu 
"Winter Love" is her love affair with winter.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Butterfly Pavilion

Nestled in hills of Pine Mountain, Georgia
Butterflies thrive at Callaway Gardens
Pavilion filled with cornucopia 
Vibrant beauties are captured on the lens

Floral-filled setting surrounded by glass
An international mixture abounds
Each majestic beauty in its own class
Flittering, fluttering, flying around

Magnificent magenta and sapphire
Flaunting deep purples and vivid yellows
The Lord blessed each with stunning attire
And they seem to be such carefree fellows

Pavilion visitors stand in great awe
Marveling at creatures without a flaw


*entry for PD's Butterfly contest.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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Circles of slumber

The amaryllis yawns in bed of white 
The fall of day paints shadows on the rose 
Each flower is a ward of solemn night 
Their gentle sleep upon which none impose 

Beyond the halls and down the drowsy stair 
Into the hallowed stillness of the lake 
Illuminating every pebble there 
The moon believes that no one is awake 

Yet bittern watches all with eyes of gold 
Alighted new in absence of the light 
And with his lusty call so clear and bold 
He breaks the quietude and then takes flight 

A ripple in the water seeks the shore 
It meets the rocks and ripples there no more 

Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Painted Echoes

A wash of gold adorns the westward sky
as waning light departs a summer’s eve;
in readiness to roost, crows cease to fly
and seek their resting place among the leaves.

Past toasted rooftops, twilight bids the sun
must softly slip away to realms afar,
with liquid grace, sun-kisses fall undone            
and drench the dusk in honey-toned memoir.

Time lengthened shadows whisper to the moon,
enticing her to wear her slender smile.
With reticence, she answers to their tune,
enriching night’s black canvass for a while…

still wearing notes of summer-sweet bouquet,
recalled from painted echoes of the day.

Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010

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Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire

Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire!


At sunrise, when morn breaks into sweet day
Darkness,eases into another far lost realm
Light returns to splendor in its bright way
Sun-ship glowing,celestial giant at the helm!

We that rise up to see this wondrous event
soak in its beauty, holding its glory fast
Our future embraced and our past thus spent
each day's memories and hopes sail at last!

Heaven and Nature conspire to give that gift
hours await to explore life's great dreams
Darkness fled,giving again blessed day shift
full of promises riding magnificent streams!

At sunrise, when morn breaks into its sweet day
Earth gives man more time to love, dance and play!

Robert J. Lindley, mid-70's

Old sonnet, perhaps mid/late 70's.
Had no date on it.. Certainly was at an 
optimistic time in my young life.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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THE TREE I BEHELD

The elm I saw at Filoli Had me in awe and wonder For it was of two elm trees A one on top of another The one on top was a Scottie On its own, a sad, low grower But now, up yon, it sat gaily Its joy, on all, it did shower. Tis an art to do a grafting Cut one and sew on a patching The old, now new, and enchanting So mod, the way it cascaded So rad, to bow and serenade So wow! My eye, on escapade!
(Funom sonnet – 4/10/16)

Copyright © Sun Woods | Year Posted 2016

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How Wonderful It Is

How Wonderful It Is

How wonderful it is today
I love my life in every way
Those birds they sing a melody
How it does fill the very air
These birds are singing everywhere
The morning breeze caresses me
How wonderful it is today
I love my life in every way

I have no worries; I’m alright!
I watch those lovely birds in flight
Those birds they sing a melody
The morning breeze caresses me
How wonderful it is today
I love my life in every way

12 May 2016 
"Sonnetina Rispetto"
The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form
created by Dorian Petersen Potter
on September 8,2009.
This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each.
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or
with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem.
Any subject.

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

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Back To Basics

Back To Basics Let's walk the country road and faithfully keep cadence with the heartbeat of the wild, where life, unveiled in naked truth, sets free her gift of innocence. Just like a child, unblemished...pure in body, mind, and soul... finds simple joy with each new day unfurled, we'll stand alone with nature and extol the basic, priceless treasures of our world. We've built our prison-cities; in their hold like programmed flesh-machines we stop and run. The human longings in us soon grow cold as we turn switches on for work and fun. Let's walk the country road...let's laugh and play before the tears of time wash it away. Sandra M. Haight ~3rd Place~ Contest: Poem That Time Forgot 2 Sponsor: Silent One Judged: 2/22/2015 Old Poem - Not Entered Previously on Poetry Soup

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart

Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart

Tinge of purple rests within my tired heart
Soft touches of a heavy old soul
Now pulling on my heavy empty cart
Often my world seems to be lumps of coal.

I heard thumps of acorns falling on down
That majestic oak sheds its little seeds
Old age has me feeling like a sad clown
Longing to ride again, runaway steeds

Tis winter! Culprit bringing its bleak cold
Seeds resting secure in the frozen ground
Spring will come and they rise out very bold
Yet again life comes right on around

Nature teaches us, all will be alright
Life and death matches just like day and night

Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2016

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	107

NOTES: 
 1. My muse woke me at 4 am to write this.
I told her no but she nagged until I rose to
do the deed. I' tell ya , I want to strangle her
sometimes but then at other times love her to
death..
 2. The immediate repetition of the word "heavy" in verses two and three is intentional and used for effect, as both the old soul and its life's burdens are now currently found to be very heavy to bear. Poet's prerogative , norms be damned says I. 



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Nature's Beauty Flows Out to Transcend

Nature's Beauty Flows Out To Transcend 

Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew, 
As whistling rain pelted majestic oaks. 
And the soaked birds began to cry for you 
As Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks. 

Silver Maples fluttering in the wind, 
Where the fast sleeping rabbits hid away. 
So beautiful, joy found around each bend 
With brightened colors, every joyful day. 

Thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new, 
In nature’s caress weathered every storm. 
I, old and weary with my last years due, 
To written legacy my cast transforms. 

As Nature's beauty flows out to transcend, 
Every life’s journey must come to its end. 


Robert Lindley & Teppo Gren 
This one, written as a sonnet. 


Syllables Per Line: 
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 
Total # Syllables: 140 
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) 
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: 
Total # Words: 100

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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To Be Or Not To Be


A lowly blossom, striving to sustain 
her beauty in the early morning mist, 
the crocus, craving moisture to maintain 
her stoic fight 'gainst winter's iron fist. 
A lowly mollusc slithers 'neath his shell, 
he slowly weaves, and leaves a silver trail, 
antennae primed, and ready for the death knell, 
when sparrows poke and peck his coat of mail. 
Creatures and plants in the midst of the fray, 
searching for sustenance, dying of thirst, 
staving off hunger, say, is there a way 
for them to be blessed, not feeble and cursed? 
   predator, prey, both the weakest and strongest, 
   who will prevail in the fight to live longest? 

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016

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MAY SHE COMES

MAY SHE COMES


May she comes, quite boisterous, and so loud.
She melts the frost to orbs of liquid dew. 
From dark of moon returned to full and proud,
and waxes bees and moon in breath she drew.
Centaurus follows May with eyes of night, 
while pressing Crux and Virgo into play.
She'll gather breeze and scent within her flight, 
and tuck their luscious song in her bouquet. 
May comes wooing with her amorous hook, 
and kisses deep and laughs at each and all.
In lustful flirt she holds us with one look,
and we're in love with May until the Fall.
May she comes, dressed emerald in French lace, 
Sultry, yet always innocent and chaste.

By Edlynn Nau 
© May 1, 2016

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

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PERSEPHONE'S WALK

PERSEPHONE'S WALK

For every step she walks for miles on miles,
to memorize the waves in every roll.
The planet notes her tender women's wiles, 
and copies Eagle's flight to meet her soul.
Diminutive pink roses know her name,
as art of Earth beneath her fingers move.
Yet she's not as calm as these nor as tame,
to sculpture wolf or clouds to so improve.
Her arms can raise to bring the stars to shine; 
her voice can echo sea waves in a shell. 
She turns the grapes to red upon the vine, 
and ugly things are her joys play in hell.
Yet soft in heart she warms both earth and sky
and blows the wind to force a tear to dry. 

By Edlynn Nau
© April 15, 2016

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

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Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View

Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View

Slowly I climb that very steep and rocky hill,
seeking the beautiful summit so far above.
As a breeze sends me that cool pleasant chill,
far away echoes, sweet calls of morning dove.

Summit reached, burden was greatly reduced,
as I saw great flowery meadows unfurled.
This the beauty God magnificently produced,
one of his many fine gifts to this world.

Spring and sunlight wrap this Heavenly view,
in a sheen invading my searching soul.
Each visit, I find feelings serene and new
relieving me of dark world's heavy toll.

Thus I battle with dark and unknown gloom.
By entering Nature's gifted wilderness room.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2015

Note: I just felt the need to write a sonnet this morn.
Thus from my memory this new poem was born from
a place that I once visited quite often.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Imp's of Green

The bud not yet out awaits
the sun to put on a red face.
Sap on the run fed by fate
is led up to the bud chaste.
Ash can pop its bud sated   
on a day by sun graced
for it is by ray translated
to an imp of day embraced.
We who see the sun on high
but can not end the wet good-bye
I say sun, sun, it's now, be spry!
I can not go on in sad gray
one may ask, I beg in disarray,
let the new tid-bit be today.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2016

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Sandcastles

When I was a young boy,
I built a castle on the beach.
I made it from sand with my shovel-toy,
Then the waves grabbed it in their reach.
They tore my castle down,
And dragged it down into the sea.
So i took my shovel and, with a frown,
Built another castle quickly.
I built it bigger and stronger
Than the ones in the past.
I thought this one would last longer,
But its walls would no longer last.
I built a moat around the last one that day,
But the waves seemed desperate to wash them all away.

Copyright © Caden Jones | Year Posted 2011