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Growing With Love Always

Spring menu of snowdrops, daffodils, dandelion, crocus and anemones
Each color blossoms the beauty swaying inside a breeze dancing thoughts

The image of spring changed colors roaring never thought my heart might burst
Within waves blowing kisses warmly touching the chambers endless bliss

The moment the sun draws the mist from the sea to the skies feels magical
Your footprints on deep sands fluttering wings of an angel beaming sunshine

Under the wing of an angel you will find safety, happiness and beauty
held within a gasping breath your love true and complete beautiful



Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen  


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The Butterflies Dance - Whitney

 
~The Butterflies Dance~ (A Double Whitney) The sun is so warm and nice there is cheer everywhere cause spring has sprung one more time and winter so cold is now gone. The robins have returned and the hibiscus and the roses bloom again to my delight Now I see butterflies dance. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.27.2015


Details | Sapphic stanza | |

A Spring Miracle

April's mist has filtered the early sunrise, Meadows spread their blankets of colored rainbows Newborn lambs have nestled in clover cradles, christened by dewdrops
___________________ By Carrie 3/17/15 For Craig's Contest: Sapphic Stanza Number Three


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- Haiku X 46 -The Beauty of Spring -

 


   Born from soil SNOWDROPS
   ICY wind, frost in the ground
   An early SPRING signs 





   15.02.2015
   A-L Andresen :)
   Copyright © All Rights Reserved


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- Growing With Love Always -



Spring menu of snowdrops, daffodils, dandelion, crocus and anemones
Each color blossoms the beauty swaying inside a breeze dancing thoughts

The image of spring changed colors roaring never thought my heart might burst
Within waves blowing kisses warmly touching the heart in endless bliss

The moment the sun draws the mist form the sea to the skies feels magical
Your footprints on deep sands fluttering wings of an angel beaming sunshine

Under the wing of an angel you will find safety, happiness and beauty
Held within a gasping breath your love true and complete beautiful




Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen 17.03.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


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- Haiku X 48 - When Spring Awakens -

- Haiku X 48 - When Spring Awakens -

Frosted mountains thaws
Waterfalls strongly thunder
Waves of spring new life 

A new beginning
Running through the meadowsweets
Can we wish for more



06.03.2015
A-L  Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


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Blossom

                                              Sweet scented blossom
                                             Confetti sent from heaven    
                                                 With a gentle breeze                                    

                                                      Jan Allison
                                                  26th April 2014

My grateful thanks to  Elly Wouterse for helping me change and add to  the original few words to produce a haiku!

~Entered into Debbie Guzzi's contest Spring into Haiku ~
             ~  Awarded Honourable Mention ~

                                


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Rose of Annamarie

Collecting the colors of nature,
the yellow, the blue and the green.
From the top of the stair,
I see a color so rare,
I go into the garden to see.
A snap-shot in my mind,
of the color I’d find,
just as my mind’s eye took it…
I continue my quest,
searching everywhere lest,
the dim light of dawn overlooks it.
I spy a fresh rose,
with petals of red,
I pick it not-
but admire instead.
It’s splendor and color,
at times wild and free,
are all reminiscent
of Annamarie…
Copyright © 2013


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Spring Vs Summer

  

~Spring versus Summer~ (Rhyme) Spring is slowly leaving And summer is swiftly arriving And for me that really matter Because the days are getting hotter I love spring but mostly I love fall That's when I really have a ball That's when the days are just kinder By reminding me when days are just better! I hate to see spring go, And for summer to my door just to show, I don't like to feel all the heat, Because that's when my body takes the beat I prefer much better the cold weather But I like it more when we are together, Lots of rain and winds start to fall and blow, Spring is about to exit and take her bow Spring is slowly leaving And summer is swiftly arriving It makes me sad to see spring go And for summer to my door just to show. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2007 January.31.2015


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HERE COMES SPRING

Here Comes Spring


They sit, waiting, fluffed birds on cold perch,
eyes pinched against winter’s harsh white
in defiance of the season’s bitter curse
holding still night’s frail and icy light.

Blanketed beneath soft downy quilt
potential undisturbed in earthen tomb
awaiting subtle shift of solstice tilt
to bathe in chilling waters flowing womb.

Awakened they push toward warming sun
soft buds that trumpet beauty’s soft reply
that Spring will see the nests and webs redone
nature’s essence seduce the butterfly.

The spinning color wheel of flowered glee
the scents and sounds of that we cannot see.



2/21/2015

Submitted – Flower Song – Poetry contest
sponsor –Rick Parise


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Singing Blue Blazes

As the snowdrops nod happily when you kissed my soul warmly love
laughing in the cold spring air so stirringly beautiful flutters wings of a dove 
 
The daffodils yawn awakening to new life or so it seems 
sun beams smile inside a thousand songs sweetly my dream

Birds singing freely dawning tunes deep heartfelt desire  
you are amazing one faraway flame kissing beats on fire


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Abounds

Uprooting the dreams
of yesterday,
time sows the seeds
of tomorrow.

And clouds shed tears
of April rain,
while winter wanes
and spring abounds.

Fleeing far flung
sanctuaries,
migrating birds
start heading home.

And on the winds
of open sky,
caterpillars
try new found wings.

Bright trilliums
and daffodils,
usher in the 
first days of warmth.

And tulips flaunt
their waxen bells,
atop stalks of
emerald green.


Details | Light Poetry | |

THE SPOT


On Manhattan's West Side...
You descend ancient stairs
You've crossed the Drive
River Side Drive
Expect to float on air of beauty.

Cherry blossoms pink won't wink
They'll courtesy as you walk, jog, bike
Their fragrance light and airy
Suffuse each path paved smooth
Sloped path leads to arched cemented canopy
As ancient as view
The Hudson embraces you
A garden path with bright flowers 
Will warm your heart
The young, the old, those in between
They live for such scenes
Sky, trees, mound overlooking New Jersey
The Hudson River is where I met my honey.

*


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Walking by the river

Walking by the river.

It was that kind of day
With the Spring Sun soft and warm
There was a kind of energy
That moved within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt me, natures pull
Oh Lord those river trails are beautiful.

I passed a group of roos
Who were grazing by the river
Some Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra laughed
Oh how I love to walk that river path.

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked until I dropped
Along that river trail
Feeling good and living in the now.

16 September 2004


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I love rain

I love rain

It's a month now into spring
And still the rain pours down
Hey, is it ever going to end
There's many here that frown
They want the sunny weather
That will come soon enought
But right now, I'm enjoying it
Rain, I love the stuff.

Next week we're off on holiday
Now it really does rain there
And I'll love very bit of it
As it soaks up everywhere
To hear it's rhythm on the roof
It makes me feel so grand
Though many think that I am strange
They just don't understand

We don't get much rain in WA
So when it comes,  for me
It makes me so excited
I guess it's how i be
So keep that rain a coming down
Let me feel it's soft, wet touch
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I love rain so much.

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


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Willie Wagtail

Willie Wagtail

Willie wagtail wakes the morning
With his song outside my room
He tells me that the day is dawning
And sings away all shades of gloom.

Lovely bird, back black and shiny
With his belly creamy white 
He sits there on a roof so finely
Giving my Soul sweet delight
\
‘Morning’s here’ his song is singing
Every note so loud and clear
As his song to me is bringing
A feeling oh, so sweet and dear.

26 August 2013 @ 0657hrs.


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A Night To Remember

So sweet a kiss
The murmuring tunes of Spring
In the fragrant breath of night
Hums within my slumbering ears.
Like the whispering trees dancing
In the softest dews descending
From the vapours of the skies 
When the soothing night
Was young with the glimmering moon of May.

The poor labouring clouds expanded wide
In the muted distance ripe with coldness
While the storming of the Eastern wind
Drifted through the blossoming fields
Graced by the sultry springs in the lulling hours.
I pulled the weary drapes
When the night grew old with silence
From a crystal window 
Mirrored against the dumb fields
Black with the night.
A soft mist exudes the dead wind
Curled around the nodding branches.
Then I stealed away to the vacant spot
Where a crackling fire
Invaded the mournful breath of silence.

Lipsing sounds intrudes the night
Upon the quiet slopes and verdant span
Where the blossoms gently bow
Kissing soft the silver spray
Fluttering in the starry distance.
There sauntered I
Under the gladsome sky
To pluck a cherry from its stem
Outstretched beneath the sobbing moon
That in the dawning misty hours
That silver orb of light expires
When the sun had greet the day
With a golden sigh!



















  


 


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SPRING


Spring:
Nature’s perpetual resolve     
To 
Incarnate divinity’s conception of 
Beauty
On
The vast canvas of fertile earth                   
By 
Executing faithfully, eternity’s holy
Duty! 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
      24 March 2014


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Spring Colors

Sun shining on a spring day
Grass spent months under winter’s snow
Reaching for the sky
Hoping for that one last sunbeam
Desiring a moment of warmth
Streams covered with ice
Thaw into distant rivers
Feeding fields as they flow by
Plants and trees spread into life
Showing a beauty hidden by the icy cold
Flowers burst through the ground
Hues and tints not remembered
Brought back to the imagination
Turning empty hillsides into palettes
Painted by brushes created at the start of time
The colors grow and fade
As the time of summer comes and goes
And once again
The beauty and color of life
Hides beneath a white blanket
Waiting for that one moment 
For the sun to return on another spring day


Details | Diamante | |

- NEW SPRING -

               
                                     
                                                   Energy
                                            longing, harmony
                                   melting snow, heat, joy of life
                         sunlight, sweet smelling, sprouts, birdsong
                                    grass grow, blue sky, beauty
                                           liberating, new hope
                                                 happiness






17.04.2013
A-L  Andresen :)


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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 | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Concrete | |

The Four Seasons

There are four seasons in a year. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. In the Spring time, you can enjoy the outdoors and go for a walk. And look at the trees turning beautiful colors, you can also enjoy raking the leaves into a big pile and jump into them. We also know the New Year is coming with Winter. Winter is a cold month with snow, now the children can play outside in the snow. And everyone else can enjoy the snow also.


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Waiting For Spring

Since spring forgot to come and winter stayed,
My garden is untilled, seeding delayed.
A sodden March ran damply through each day.
I hope for April to remove the gray.

Each April is reserved for tulip tours.
The brilliant colors are delightful lures.
The tulips are attracting avid fans,
While other crops fill in as also rans.

Our valley is a beauty in the spring,
But spring is not here yet and that’s the thing.
We pray the sun comes out and is on time
For merchants to attract the tourist’s dime.

So now it’s up to April to perform
To give us days that are spring like and warm.
So tourists can find  beauty and some fun
And I at last can get my yard work done.



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Echoes Of The Heart



O' where O' where does my Spring flower bloom........ ~ Chardonnay sips at midnight upon the fires warm glow her face lit in flickering beauty as my hand followed each curve delicate and slow A reunion of two hearts with echoing beauty behold I reminisce in silent murmurs within my heart aglow One year to the day in frantic thoughts I search my loving poetic fortress again and again I yearn ~ O' where O' where does my Spring flower bloom........ A reunion of two hearts with echoing beauty behold I reminisce in silent murmurs within my heart aglow O' where O'where..........


Details | Ballad | |

Meeting with a Tiger snake

Meeting with a Tiger snake

The sky above is sheer perfection
The deepest shade of blue
The big gold sun, it shines on down
And lights on drops of dew
 To make them shine like pretty gems
Upon the soft green leaves
Of trees reflected in the lake
Such a poem this morning weaves.

A tiger snake comes swimming by
He swims amidst some gulls
In his special wiggly way
It’s a blessing to my soul
To see these creatures swim together
No danger written there
He’s at peace with all that live
It seems he has no care.

He swims up to the leafy shore
Then hides behind a tree
He knows I’m there yet, doesn’t care
He has no fear of me
But when I try to get up closer
The snake, he flares his head
So I must heed this danger sign
Or soon I could be dead.

Then snake, he moves off through the bush
And goes upon his way
He’ll find some other place to lie
On this lovely summer’s day
The day is coming soon enough
[The autumn is quite near]
When this snake will sleep in peace
Until the spring is here.

4 March 2014 @ 1145hrs


Details | Kimo | |

- Gift From Nature -



Water pearls reflected shimmering sea
An adventure one spring day 
Natural beauty queen






09.03.2015
A-L  Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

North Carolina

North Carolina—a beautiful place of humble abode,
On summer vacations or all the year round.
Rife with history, the Wright Brothers showed,
Thanks to Kitty Hawk's sand dunes at heights quite profound,
Hosting Earth's first manned flight on wings at our coast.

Carolina Tarheels—the battle cries loud,
Across our green state, Biltmore east, towards Kill Devil Hills.
Rolling gently across cotton and tobacco fields plowed,
Over civil war lands defended with vigor and skill.
Lakes and streams they're a plenty, abundant wildlife to boast,
Identified as "Southern" south of Mason-Dixon’s own line.
North Carolina place of wonder, from mountains to coast,
Appalachian Trail hikers by the thousands lovingly opine.

So the next time you feel, the need to discover,
Visit North Carolina's splendor, with a friend, sister, or brother!


Details | Verse | |

- Harmoniously Spring -



Seasons pass in the flow of changing

Beautiful as nature's elements just delightful

The spring, a princess on heaven and earth

You know the fragrance has a special language

So sweet, so sweet little violets in their blooming

Right now it's Spring that gently touches my face

Take care of it with all the tenderness you can give






07.04.2015 A-L Andresen :) 
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