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Details | Senryu | |

Spring Break -Part 2-

I had the best Spring Break yet!
Spending time with
Family makes me happy!


Details | Lay | |

THE TRANSMOGRIFICATION OF THE UNICORN IN THE WARLOCK S GARDEN

THE TRANSMOGRIFICATION OF THE UNICORN IN THE WARLOCK’S GARDEN
Sabien, Sr. gathers his weapons to join his son. In his quest to depart knowledge, he must be the wise one. His son heard him speak that Sabien, II was the Unicorn in the Warlock’s Garden. Sabien, II slept silently amongst the flowers and the trees. Thus far, he had not been transmuted. His father promises his faith. He would change him into a much grandeur state. As the night became day, Sabien, Sr. finds all the herbs that will be needed for transmogrification. He begins to fulfill his promise. He will sup with the Unicorn. At eleven-thirty a.m., Sabien, Sr. beacons for the Unicorn who was patiently waiting under his favorite tree. He responded by entering the Warlock’s Vicinity. The feast started at noon with drink, meats, breads, berries, and so much more. The Unicorn spoke to his father. He was not aware of his metamorphosis. He had transformed to his human image, which is Sabien Allegra Baldwin, II. The splendor of glory shows his father to be a powerful Warlock. Magnificent are both in their opulence. Sabien, Sr. speaks and proclaims his son as the next Warlock. Sabien, II recognizes himself as a young man. He stands and accepts his position as the Warlock’s Apprentice. They embraced militantly and voiced their creed… Our spirits must be with the heavens and terrain. Our focus is terrestrial. This is our garden that we must protect. A superfluous and superlative existence we have. Sabien, Sr. speaks, “The revelation of your crossing, Sabien, II, is superb. You came, as I knew you would.” __________________________________| PENNED JULY 15, 2014. (For the first part, please read the Unicorn in the Warlock's Garden!)


Details | Lyric | |

Spring flower

Spring flower.

A spring flower blossomed gaily 
In the year of 0 0 two
As Jakob entered all our lives
And a ladies dreams came true
Her love it was unfolding
In this joy that she be holding
That turned her life and made her all brand new.

He had a face of beauty 
I sensed the Buddha there
As all around that little room
Pure love was everywhere
And life it whispered to me
So warm and tenderly
This gift be yours, to love eternally.

Life whispered to me gaily 
“this gentle child be born
To heal those ancient hurts in you
With the love within his form”

I held him to me gently
With all the love in me
As I gazed into his little face
So warm and tenderly
And I said “my love, I give to thee
Yes I will love you endlessly
My love it be until eternity“.

26 August 2002.




Details | Free verse | |

My pen visioned spring

A vast ,babbling vast of green lush grass, 
 spread out on rocky mountains. 
Rays of sun light ,awaking slumbering buds, from a sleeping beauty.
Winds of tranquility shifting the images of the spring sky.
Ob-east Caterpillars crawl on the aged bark of trees, to hang.
To transform into a flying beauty. 
Flapping  its wings towards a flower to lay and rest. 
Both flower and butterfly complementing each others beauty,in a bonding image .Seen by the eyes .Standing, awestruck stillness . Dandelions picked from the earths ground to be blown,
for a desperate wish, to spring to reality. 
Birds cutting the infinite winds of the sky, 
baring worms in their beak. Bounty for an off spring. 
Children play, on the play grounds,releasing in to the air sounds of horse play.
 Mustangs of distant lands gallop free and wild.Yellow pollen filled antennas of  hibiscus pollinated by buzzing bumblebees.
A city filled with people complementing the weather,wearing sleeveless shirts. 
A unborn baby expected time of arival spring.From the moist soil of a mothers womb a baby springs.Many suffice in spring.From spring vibrant laughter springs.
Dead images of winter, spring forth and spring forth they shall.
Thanking words spring forth to the open spring weather, for favoring my land.
I hope not to ofend any other seasons, but for faviring the impecable spring I have my reasons.


Details | I do not know? | |

An Entrusting

The godliness of adoption is...
...an act of love to be turned into man's greed in plot and plunder?

Or is this our chance to stand tall with this god-given entrust; to see the ways in the work of his wonder? 

After all, are we not our own sister, father, mother or brother?
Given this veiw to a share, not to hide from one and many of our other

The godliness in adoption is... 
...when a gift of spring rose is not just like any other rose 
And from where this beauty sought - is never hidden or sold 
A shining from God's greenest garden
This young floret of flower to behold

These are the gleamings of spring 
In many a flower dreamt dreams
...To live a life that only the almighty and each could have chose

For it is the pedals of a rose that grow to reach out for our humanity
Not for the needs of our suppose



Details | Free verse | |

Leaves Sing a Lullaby

   
Leaves Sing a Lullaby Sweet and innocent baby, skin of soft powdery scents, kiss of sweet nectar Fields of spring flowers blooming against the hill with delicate rainbow colors dancing to the whispers of the gentle breeze Butterflies and bumble bees emerging from nestled rest and generate igniting the efflorescence of life As the tree’s limbs nestles and cradles the innocent child underneath its shade, gentle breeze flows between emerald green leaves and it sings a lullaby with the whisper of its leaves © 4/29/2015
Contest Name: Your Favourite Old Poem Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton


Details | Free verse | |

Spring holiday fever

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

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

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

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

BABY YOU ARE SPRING

your the moon
you light up a room
your bright
for me just right
your all that love bring
BABY YOUR MY
SPRING