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Details | Haiku | |

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 ~

                                


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Ballade | |

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


Details | Ballade | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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!



















  


 


Details | Epigram | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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 :)


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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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.



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 | Lyric | |

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 | Romanticism | |

Am I Crazy, to Love You

Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself?
Look at yourself,
Crazy maniac
dacing through twilight suns
in sunshine colored dresses.
And you say I'm the crazy one.
Please, don't make me laugh,
I am too much annyoid with taught lessons,
of life and death and love is a magical thing
but I am not impressed till my Gypsy Queen
comes up from the shoreline of the Middle East
and comes and lays next to me, as we watch the ships sail
through the Golden horn of Old Istanbul
into the bay of Asia Minor.
You say I am crazy, Am I or am I just talking to myself.
I believe I am having a conversation that has no end about your beauty,
I talk to whomever has an open ear, and even if people listened,
Who would care about what I have to say?

Since I first laid eyes upon your beauty,
I melted and you took my sanity away from me,
you took my innocence away and turned me into a worried monster.
I love you, and you take me home with you
to meet your father and mother,
both poets who made love and created a beautiful poem called you.
I am in love with you, your songs you sing,
sounding better than a nightingale in the midst of the twilight.
Walking the seashores with your mother as I talk to your father.
He isn't listening, all though he is a good actor,
for he acts if he knows what I say to him.
I talk of you and marriage,
throwing of the rice, exchanging of the golden crowns,
the tolling of church bells, and a happy reception afterwards.
The honeymoon, meant for the first born to carry on the family crest.

As we grow old, I want to grow old with you
Nothing now, a few thousand miles of ocean and sea
seperates us from each other.
Do not worry, for I shall come one day
in the month of May, your mother's favorite month
and I shall bring along a golden ring, a pearl necklace and two roses.
We shall walk the streets together hand and hand,
and wait for the wedding guests to arrive and see us on our way
to new beginnings in holy mantrimony.
Care for me,
I ask you one question, Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself?
Talking to white walls that don't responed with life.
I need you, too give me a straight answer, to love me
embrace me with your beauty and let me drink from your knowledge.
For my sweet Persian Bride, I shall love you for eternity.
Now, come off the beach and cross the crossing paths
of mortality and morality and join hands with me,
as we sing the nights away, along with the sweet nightingales.
As we look into each other's eyes
I ask you, am I crazy to love you?


Details | Haiku | |

Spring Has Sprung

Spring has sprung again --
sunshine, flowers, waterfalls:
God’s gifts to mankind!


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 | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


Details | Ballade | |

Spring is coming

Spring is coming

Spring is coming
I can feel it in my blood
The days, it seems are warming up
And feelings like a flood
Come gushing through me like a river
Oh Lord, it’s almost spring
Oh what love is in my heart
What joy to me this brings

Hallelujah, it is coming
The birds are getting frisky
The canaries sing a lovely song
And the dog he runs so briskly
All around the garden
Seems he knows that spring is here
The fish are chasing all around
And the sky is blue and clear

No one understands it
This thing spring does to me
No one could ever feel it
So wonderful it be
But when I know the spring is here
It makes me feel so sweet
Twenty eight days away from now
Then the spring time we will greet.

2 August 2013 @ 1447hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.


Details | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Flowers
Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Being
Thriving
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone


Details | Free verse | |

The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.


Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before


Details | Haiku | |

Whence Springs Beauty

It’s October, we find time to go by the spring-house to get the tulips. It is time to prepare for winter and the inevitable coming of spring.  The bulbs look hopelessly dead and ugly, rather pitiful in fact.  John nurtures them tenderly.

fall gardener tucks the bulbs in bed till spring's alarm
Through many snows and chilling temperatures, we do not consider at all what is taking place under the ground. One warm March day we see tiny noses poking up through the soil around the back porch. By April, we are sitting in the swing admiring the result of John’s loving labor of last fall.
seeing the blooms we recall dried-up bulbs
How could such ugliness have turned to such beauty in the cold, hard earth? As May approaches bringing other flowers, our short-lived tulips drop their blossoms and say good-bye. But as John knows, the wisest of gardeners do not hasten to bother the beauty in its passing.
dust to dust all blossoms shrivel with time food for the soil wilting leaves nourish the bulb hidden in the ground
The bulb remains unattractive throughout the whole cycle of growth. Along in mid-July when all external signs of life have faded, John removes the unsightly bulbs from their bed, putting them back in the spring-house until fall. Without them, there will be no blossoms next spring. It is the care we show the bulb which bursts into the beauty we bless in time. HM


Details | Couplet | |

Spring

A little bit confused was beautiful Spring, 
She had to choose for life a bridegroom. 
Who will give her a wedding ring? 
Three men wanted to be her happy and bloom. 

March, April and May vied with each other. 
About their great love they quietly talked. 
April was for Spring like a brother, 
With March she just often liked to walk. 

Timid March gave her beautiful primroses, 
Out of snowdrops he made a wreath, 
He didn’t want to know any losses, 
He promised her the whole world’s wealth. 

Delicate and sweet was April. 
He gave her a necklace of brilliant drops. 
The life with him could be stable, - he said, 
She’d be rich and would get good crops. 

A wonderful May pleaded Spring: 
You are my love! Take my wedding ring! 
Be quick, Spring! Be my wife! 
We’d be happy together the whole life. 

And Spring trusted the handsome May. 
Without any delay she sewed the white dress, 
For the veil she took the apples blossoms. 
That was her best and the happiest day. 

The whole world was whirling in the dance. 
May was getting married with Spring! 
The Earth was full of love and romance, 
Happiness to all this marriage would bring. 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


PERSONIFICATION contest


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 | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

delicate blossoms
explosive burst of colour
beauty quickly fades


Details | Ode | |

Ode: to the Nymph

SHE floats in grace, like one in love
     with love itself and all that’s lush;
and when the mythic sprites above
     unloose her from the morning's blush,
she descends like the milk-white dove
     with the notes of a singing thrush.

With golden locks, as light as air,
     and liquid, limpid eyes most blue,
none is like her or can compare
     to her beauty and lovely hue
which lift the humble souls that dare
     come to her for her balmy dew.

As cloud and rain Nymph and a muse
     with the nimbused crest of a saint
which no man can therefore refuse
     or with mean words tarnish or taint,--
then let all Creatures freely choose
     to honor her without constraint.


1.) Ngoc Nguyen; 2.) Nature motif; 3.) for "Impress me II ! ( Old/New )" Contest















Details | Haiku | |

SPRING'S HAIKU

beautiful sunset
incredibly few brush strokes:
aha, Spring's haiku

Contest: Regina's "Aha Haiku"
Date: 7-31-14


Details | Haiku | |

Azaleas in Spring

stronger sun of spring; 
azaleas and butterflies 
wild color riot  


Haiku syllable count 5/7/5


Details | Haiku | |

Fair Weather Friends

goodbye to white skies                                                                                                    grey clouds leave as fair cottons                                                                                       fluff into the blue


Details | I do not know? | |

celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


Details | Free verse | |

Return to the Womb

Down in to the darkness deep
Slowly and delicately I now edge
In to the warmth so cold and bleak
In to the womb I once resided
In the mother I’d idolized
Wondering what did happen
Wondering what had changed
What had caused such death?
To cause such pain?
Still slowly moving, sneaking, 
I started faintly weeping
Why would we cause this?
Why did we not see?
Still I inch, well tears did fall
Till a light I did spy
Till a sprig I now cradle
Now I see, as I gently stop my deplore,
My mother will forgive
All the hurt,
The hate,
All the people that did denounce,
All she has provided
All that she cherishes
Yet she now grants;
Redemption 
Forgiveness
Unconditional love
All in the loud roar
Of spring


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Like a Flower

Like a flower you are
Mixed Beauty with generous attar
Flowers progression from year to year
Phenomenal that should be revealed

Some will be picked from the fields
That loved ones would be pleased
Some would be crushed by feet
As lovers wonder the fields
Some would dry out from the heat 
Plummeting seeds into deep beauty sleep 

Yet again to rouse every next coming spring
Spectacular art work that can’t be real
Where minds and hearts could meet
Admiring that's of nature novel gown 

So my words to you would be brief
Wake up my dear from your deep sleep
For Spring is not far from reach
Let nothing defeat your beat
For like this flower you will be
Beauteous, generous lady indeed 
Prevailing with each coming spring


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The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.


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Snow Spring

grey clouds bring large flakes                                                                               descend melting in moments                                                                                       the sides are sterling


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spring s garden

rose beds laid
daffodils astray
flower garden planted for spring
.
____________________________|
Penned April 29, 2014!


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A Spring Kiss 2K13

Solo sylvan-hued
Oregon Grape postures firmly;
Spring kisses blossoms golden.


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Petals in the wind

 
Entering the gates of spring A new panorama unfolding Almond blossoms all around Oodles of beauty all around Splendid white flowering trees Petals on the ground layered To welcome the onlooker to the heavenly sights Under each tree Petal showering down And playing with the wind A smile on each face Such view brings A dance of smiles and petals A dance of wind and fragrance Spring air and blossoms Dancing to the tunes of nature Wings gifted to all the viewers Each lifted to a dreamland Dreamland of heavenly bliss Each kiss of petals falling from the trees Makes you feel lighter and lighter And in no time, everyone starts dancing With those petals in the wind…
Irfana Ali Bhat


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Sing Little Song Bird Sing

Once upon a time in a new day dawning In the crack of time between night and morning Something caught me from yarning It was sweet but felt like a warning That death is night to life of a new day born in This celebration of life beginning The song bird took up their instruments and started singing Awakening sleepers with a joyous springing Ending their short death with a new up bringing So sing little song bird Every morning as the sun comes anew Only recognized by the few Flapping her wings in the dew She’s that song bird Cracking the dawn, she’s heard What can she say? She’s just a bird Can’t speak but you know her word So sing little song bird sing With your melody bring The wind of nature in your wing In your serenade there’s our fling All I am saying Is sing little song bird sing


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Feather Beauty Bright

I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 
 
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the end of February's sigh 
As other feathers flusters zoom right by

The ginger little fellows all dappled, scramble
A merry-go-round within a flight
Threading joyous song throughout your bramble
As further flocks of scurry, hurry fly

On parade teasing wings of faerie sprites
A musical path of crisscross kites
But, you little one are the daring, bursting forth
With higher operatic songs, to startle and scold those spry

Feather beauty bravely 
Upon your perch chest thrust out boldly
Nonsense rhymes and a new found might
Chase away the imps of finch and thrush
And keep yourself the sunbeams for its light

And bask yourself once more this time
Among the drops of melting dripping snow
And gather up all tis full
Feasting here, where the wild wild berries grow
 
But, in the end you are their kin 
And soon, my fairy feathered friend you too must go
Out, onto twittering leafy stemmy stem and off...
Into the yonder of the coming spring to rove


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BACKSTREETS OF PARIS - Monsieur L'Vampyre

BACKSTREETS OF PARIS -  MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE
One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my own way
and see what's life in light of day,
my thread put to my back, I travelled light;

when Paris comes to all its greenery,
there's not a sight that means so much to me
as flowers holding to the hair
of Mademoiselles out ev'rywhere,
and laughing children, that's how life should be.

The beat of Paris leads a steady pace
and if you stop, you're holding up the race
there's not enough time in a day
to walk all of Champs Elysees
and so you miss the smile of ev'ry face.

But there are places few would care to go
with streets so narrow, darkness is the glow,
where yesterday's not in the past,
but here and now, and here to last,
with cobble stones laid many years ago;

a world of silence, far from natures care,
a place of echoes, snapping here to there;
the signs of life flow past your feet
and to the Seine, just down the street,
but leaves its scent, it's with you ev'rywhere.

This is a time, more than a place to be,
the soul of Paris few can ever see,
the very secrets of her heart,
where light of Paris had its start,
and left here for the very likes of me.

You hear her whisper in the mid of day,
or you might hear a concertina play,
but all that's Paris surely lies
right here for you before your eyes,
and it's the dream Parisians want to stay.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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A Silent Wave

A silent wave rushing inside my heart

Your hand leading me so far we won't depart

Your voice I heard in away that's taking me far

Into a silent wave rushing inside my heart.


Oh the thrill it was to hear

your voice so silent as I opened up to you

so wonderful this silent wave rushing inside my heart


I was searching for a answer to a question for so long

there it was a silent wave rushing inside my heart


Your voice Lord, in ways I never found

a silent whisper so very loud

inside my heart the silent wave replied

to me your love is so divine..


So when the shattered dreams are filling your mind

please please listen to the silent wave rushing inside your heart.


Written by:©Betty Bolden


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As I rise this day

As I rise this day,

thoughts of you go through my mind.


I thank you for another day,

I pray I can do things your way.



The winter is in full bloom Lord,

the chill in the air today is cutting

through the trees,

The branches are crisp and the sky is cloudy,

I pray the day is warmed by your touch,

Lord,I love you so much.


The day is beginning now,

help me to live a life today

that glorifys thy name.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


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Fading night

As I sat on my porch

I gaze up in the sky

I see the calmness way up high


No breeze,and the sun is setting

I think of you and the smell of the pines.



I see the tall tree's so big in the night

I hear the chirps of birds so low

Night has come to all things outside



the end of morning leads to a new day

the shadows of winds so lightly they flow

seeing the  branches just take it slow

squirrels scamper to hide in their beds


bugs start to roam as night takes hold

now I will sleep and dream of a land

where we can hold each other

so safe by the sand.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


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Clear Waters

The waters clear as I stand by the river

I see the reflection of someone long ago

As the storms come in I know I can't let you go.


Rain pours at times in this life you've given

But the shadows fade when my prayers have risen

Your love for me I've never new until now

When I see the waters clear, my reflection seems so near.


As time goes on I know you are near

Just seeing the way you help me stand

Just seeing the way you remove the fear

It helps my weakness seem so clear

That without you I am small

But as I take your hand, the walls get knocked down

The waters clear, the reflection I see now,

is you in me, this my Lord helps to make me free.


Written by://©Betty Bolden


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In Anticipation of Spring


Within my heart there reigns
nothing but desire for you
to keep it to myself
is punishment self-inflicted...

The way you whisper
my name with such praise
with you it is different
my name is safe in your mouth
don't ever stop smiling
it will kill me
I will stop breathing...

You my love are Springtime bedecked
around you fount, flowers and plants
the smell of cottonwood and peaches
your hair hangs like Spanish Moss
what divine radiance
of sun in the fourth sphere
you at purple daybreak
the morning star brimful
none which can equal
your southern loveliness...

I desire your long black hair
to flow like a running brook
to hear your voice like a melody in the night
to awake next to you with winged heart
you my hearts desire
what relief of torment
I desire to become as one with you
our bodies eternally entwined
aimless in sexless foreplay...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~


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Your Glory inside

When I lay down the night before,
I woke up to find Your Glory inside,


When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,
I bowed down at Your feet,


I crossed over the Jordon and fell at Your feet.
I Praise You now and Praised You then,

When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,

how wonderful now when I woke to find,


Your Hand in mine,
Your my Hope Lord,

Your my desire,
My Savior,My King.


One day,when I lay my head down,

I will wake up to find,

Your Glory inside!


Written by:©Betty Bolden


2-26-04


All poems are copyright©!


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My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



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Spring's Arrival 2K13

So gives Winter's hold

as steel skies part familiar blue;

Now shows Spring's first day.


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Spring is on its Way

Spring is on its way.

Our spring is on its way
Just over a month to go
It makes me feel so gay
It gives me such a glow
We’ve had enough cold weather
I need to feel the heat
No season I like better
Each day will be so sweet.

I really love the spring
That’s when the flowers grow
And all the birds are singing
Because these beasties know
That mating season has begun
It’s time to raise their young
Beneath the nice warm, gentle sun
As the spring air fills each lung.

Soon the T-shirts will be worn
The jumpers packed away
The velvet green grass of the lawn
It will grow greener every day
There’ll be lots of barbeques
Where we’ll eat, and drink some beer
It’s always springtime that I’ll choose
I’m glad that it draws near.

13 July 2014 @ 1100hrs.





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Sakura mountain

a mountain bouquet                                                                                              cherry dias spring from green                                                                          blossoming color


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Haiku - Jan 24

pink confetti lace curtain flutters cherry blossoms


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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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Your Whisper

You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.

“I love you”, you murmured.

I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.

They still do.


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springtime green

morning air still crisp
sun tickles the early buds
soon all will be green


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A Place Of Comfort For Me

Down by the spring's watery edge
I soak my feet to cool them from
the long, day's heavy dread.

The shade of the pine tree's tops
give notice to the cooler, filled with bright
colored pops. I soak up the warm Summer 
breeze, as I watch the yellow daisy's
busy with the bumble bees.

Friends are laughing and children 
at play with family and friends.
This has become a place of comfort for me,
when the day has come, almost it's end.
















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Spring's news

A bee in a bud
A silent morn unfolding --
Robin's song singing


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Spring

Apple, Peach, and Cherry Blossoms,
Spring Is in the Air
In Every Nook and Cranny
New Life Is Everywhere

The Sun Comes out Bright and Warm
To Shed It's Shimmering Light
Giving New Life to Grass and Trees
And to Each of Us Alike

The Wafting Smell of New Mown Grass
And the Wood Smoke of Burning Brush
Brings Back Memories of Youthful Days
Flooding in with a Joyous Rush

So Many Things to Do!
And Things in Need of Repair!
Brings Promise of Newborn Energy,
Oh Yes! Spring Is in the Air!

Spring Is a Time of Renewing Life
And the Mystery of the Sun
Helps Us Remember Who We Are
Created by God...We Are One.

Connie Moore
4/9/93


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Insignificant

Ah!  Spring!  ‘Tis announced everywhere! 
Grass turns green – birds grace the air 
And at our feet, the ground becomes rife 
With infant green sprigs – the beginning of Life 

Upon a tree, tiny buds are there made 
And in coming months will provide shade 
To all that may find occasion to be 
Frolicking there … under that tree. 

Flowers in bloom, their colors explode 
Inviting insects to come and freeload. 
Sunshine, combined with spring rain, 
Funds the eternal growing campaign 

Spring’s the time when we can all see 
Natures’ renewing of what Life can be 
When all is compared to Natures’ Plan 
We become insignificant, man. 


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ENTHUSIASTIC

Oh! pretty nature
This is eye-catcher
On the wet, wet grass
There were few dew drops
Shelly and I
Reeling, in pleasure
Selling, our leisure
Rolling, in great measure
This is big pleasure
O, I love this season
It's spring,
This is the reason...


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The Wonderful and Joyous Days of Spring

Spring comes with a welcome sigh
So much beauty to meet the eye
Flowers bloom and trees come to life
The grassy fields are a welcome sight
Sunbeams glare through the open sky
revealing all of Gods beauty as the days go by
Birds sing their songs of praise
as bee's buzz and children play
The sky cries it's tears of joy
and brings new life to places void
The rivers crest from winter thaw
and the cattails grow so very tall
Such pretty days, they make me sing
Those wonderful and joyous days of Spring


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Spyro Haiku 4

Breeze through the harbor
Nasty though it may be to
get to the Tree Tops. 
The fools that spring to life in
These woods are invincible.


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Clouds over the Ardennes

Reflected sunset;
Pink cotton candy under
Full moon, azure sky.
In Spring 1981 I was living in Charleville-Meziers in the Ardennes department of France. I looked out my window one late afternoon, and saw the sunset colors projected on clouds over the opposite horizon, above the village houses and forests on the mountain slopes. Stepping out onto the balcony, I could see the sky progress from light blue to a deep azure, with a full moon above them all. The beauty was stunning; I couldn't take pictures fast enough.


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Window

In one corner of my room,
That is shaped like a tomb,
There is a window, where I sit
And see my world through it.

I see the rising sun,
I see the melting dew,
I see the blooming flowers,
I see the sky’s changing hues.

Through it
I embrace the fading sun,
I live the joyous rains,
I feel the flowery fragrance,
I walk those lonely ways.

Through it
I float with the summer clouds,
I breathe the winter breeze,
I touch the autumn leaves,
I celebrate the cuckoo’s springtime songs.

Through the window,
I see my world.
Neither the autumn leaves,
Nor the springtime songs;
Neither the winter sunshine,
Nor the summer rains;
Would have been great
Had it not been through my window rails.

Through my window,
I see the world.
In the window, lies the entire bliss;
Beyond the window is only an illusion.

Suyash Saxena


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Reborn

My soul has been purged
From a world of suffering
As pure as a lotus


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Haiku 35

	

	Your breasts,
	rising. 
	Mountain primrose.


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Spring Goddess


Your kiss is laced with opium
and your eyes ablaze with fire

Gaze at me and I burn
caress me and I'm captured

I am yours
I run to you as a traveler

seeks the shade of a tree
when scorched by the sun

It is Spring
shelter me with your blanket of leaves

It is such joy to find you
where meadows are in bloom..
~


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Good Morning Spring 2K13

Alpine glow atop
Jefferson and Hood alike;
Spring bids good morning.


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ADORN

I planted this garden to enjoy.
Photosynthesis comes from the sun.
The white orchids set to the east.
The daffodils are astray.
The roses are a spread on a rack.
The tulips and morning glory are in a flowerbed.
I am relishing nature this year.

I planted these gardens to enjoy.
I sit in my cupola thinking about, therapeutically writing poetry, and reading aloud.
Behind this belvedere are a plot of mustard greens, tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers.
The radiant energy celestially augments the vegetation.
The foliage is an architectural beautification.

These gardens were planted to enjoy.
No qualms I have, thus far.
I am truly adorned.
____________________|
Penned on May 02, 2014!
What's in your GARDEN? Contest


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A Season's Dance

Bare,
Yet fair,
None can compare.
To the nude silver branches and barren expanses,
That the cool of winter doth bring.
Unless you equate the way the birds sing,
In the start of the fresh, blooming spring.
Or perhaps the warm air,
Filled with crickets’ prayer,
That’s found only in the summer’s afternoon glare.
But then there is the time of the harvest,
With leaves like the paint on the  palette of an artist.
Such tender, splendor indeed, in each season is found,
For in Nature, beauty truly doth rise and abound.

Shawnee Doling-Tye 10/6/13


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Seasons

Autumns here, not to cold
Roses are still blooming
Looking around I see lots to do
Dead heading,weeding and pruning

Bulbs ive bought for next year
To pop their heads up here and there
And the sweet pea seed pods
Are drying in the air

It's time to tidy up our plot
With lots of digging too
Weeds to pull, beds to hoe
Lots of things will have to go

You know you have to be a little brave
If that roseyou want to save
But you will learn that over time
You have to be cruel
Just to be kind

The flower beds need a tidy
Take all the dead stuff off the top
Veg plotsbeing well dug over
Waiting for next years crop

Pruning back wayward branches
Collecting  seeds, next year to sow
Burning up the collected debre
Long gone are the neat vegies in straight rows

The lawn will soon need it's final cut
All the birds have flown their nests
Must take down the nesting boxes
To clean and get rid of pests

September now with harvest moon
Time will fly and very soon
Christmas will be here
I hear you cry
And then its over 
In the blink of an eye

And then ........
Springs around the corner
 With wondrous thing to see
Bulbs popping up above the ground
Giving joy to you and me

And when all the hard works done
You can sit back and be pleased
Wind, frost, rain and sun
You've grown all that you need

The seasons cycle will start again
And it will be time
Seed catalogueat the ready
More varieties to find

Seeds to sow , hpoe they'll grow
The lawn will soon need it's 1st mow 
The summer months to enjoy 
But really it's just a ploy

It all starts again 
For another year 
For harvest festival 
Is here again for another year


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ALLURED BY AURORAL GLEAMS

Light alters the ambiance 
of all that is seen;
the accelerating clouds escape
 while a distant trumpet,
embodying the allegro beat,
arranges beautiful arias
that ascend like orchards' pink petals 
unaware of us
watching as they enter
 the radiant atmosphere...  
look up, those fading stars adore them! 
Against the igneous rocks algae cling,
empty boats err 
without any stirring;
anguish for one heart awaiting night...
opening her eyes,
she allows fears   
and tears ignoring the ardent moonlight:
again lonely, allured by auroral gleams!  
    
    


            


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Ambiguously hiding words

Ambiguously, yes I have
and without compunction
intentionally did hide words
from
a small sum of souls who would find
difficulty deciphering their milieu
  
I did hide even the flowers
bursting forth before mine eyes each Spring, 
yes,
the Spring flowers finding the glow
in mine wanting eyes
and eager to please mine globes

And with ease, I did

And 
to the ogling observers
wanting nothing less than to
tear the radiant petals from their lush form... 
I did cause winters scorn







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Spring Perfume

Earth's backdrop now is painted green,
But not of single hue;
The artist washed the winter scene,
Removed the icy blue,
Making the canvas new.

The love that fills the painting
Is quite evident to me
For the detail it's containing.
Bird, butterfly, and bee,
Ask them; they are likely to agree.

Crystal dewdrops sparkle on the grass;
I survey the flowers' bloom.
A day I do not want to pass
Inside in darkened room:
Give me this spring perfume.

April 29, 2014


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Anticipation

I feel you stirring 'neath the sod--
I doubt all men give thought to hear--
Your sounds, infinitesimal, 
Require a special kind of ear.
An ear in tune with Nature's song
A heart that glories in the spring;
These things I own and so I hear
Your almost noiseless murmurings.

Although the Winter lingers long;
Her pure white downy quilts abound;
Your hearts have heard Spring's siren song
Alluring you out of the ground.
I wait in almost breathless awe,
For one day soon I know I'll see
A crocus or a snowdrop's face
Defying death eternally.

I do enjoy the winter's chill--
If there are waiting somewhere near
Warm loving hearts, a home, a fire
To spark the frosty nights with cheer.
But to you, sweet heralds of the spring,
My favor'tism I confess;
Your mistress, fair, has won my heart
With innocence and loveliness.


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As My Eyes Devour Spring

As spring is born it bursts forth it's green,
as the living woods look so fresh and clean.
I sit by myself and I close my eyes,
listening to the birds as I breathe in a deep sigh.
The birds they sing a song just for me,
In a world so clam they sing a sweet melody.
Seeing the trees of every shape and size,
as they bask in the sun from the early morning rise.
Golden is their bark so rough and strong,
as their graceful branches are so lean and long.
Woodpeckers are pecking for their morning meal,
an inner peace God allowed me to feel.
I gaze off into the distance and spot patches of green,
a wonderous beauty of God's holy scene.
Winds blow through the pines as their needles sway,
as the whispers of nature seem to take me far away.
New growth is popping out from under last falls fallen leaves,
as the sun beams down energy to earth's plants it feeds.
Slopping country side as far as the eye can see,
as a red tail hawk flys so wild and free.
Scouring down at the sight of a new fresh meal,
as the stench of it's prey is enticed to appeal.
God provides for his creatures big or small,
he never fails to give or in need if we call.


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Love's Tender Greening Bud

Come, gentle Spring,
Into my winter heart
Long frozen beneath a wide expanse of snow.
Seek out the slumbering flower
Hidden in the dormant sod;
Charm her from frigid grave
With sweet, warm sighs and penetrating rains.
Come, incessant Spring,
And ravage my still heart with beauty's multitude.
Persist until I feel
Love's tender greening bud
Burst through surrendered soil.


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Quilt Of Spring


Threaded
seams emboss leaves
glistening new flowers
of fragrant May.
 
Springtime
blooms with colors,
a quilt sewn by nature
and  tender God.


Carly Lalion
For Threads Contest
April 15, 2014


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Lessons From The Leaves and The Tree I

Lessons From The Leaves and The Tree I
( Life's Journey)


Life was beautiful
for all the leaves in the tree
in spring and summer

They flourished and bloomed
under the warm summer sun
and sweetest spring rain

Their color brightened
to a lovely shade of green
that glowed with beauty

Flowering blossoms
from the buds of the fruit tree
brought joy and delight

Little birds would peck
as they sit on the branches
on the lush green leaves

It was the best time
of their lives atop the tree
filled with happiness

But life has seasons
that never stay all the time
they come and they go

Spring and summer passed
autumn came and its cold winds
changing all the leaves

Turning their color
from bright green to brown and red
yellow and orange

Their brightness faded
their loveliness spent and gone
making them pale and weak

How seasons changed them
tempering all their nature
through adversities

Winter will arrive soon
and do her task of sweeping
the bough of the tree

The faded leaves will go
and leave the tree to herself
to make room for spring

When new leaves will grow
to replace those that have gone
in the cold winter

In such a lifetime
they have gone through all seasons
in smooth and rough times

That is how life goes
for all the leaves in the trees
in the cycle of life


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THE PASSION OF A JUE JU

Passionate Embrace

Spring gives sweet bursts of new life
rain and seed so very passionately embrace
soil awaits in the lover's hot bed
eternity moans for a soft virgin bride

Robert J. Lindley, 07-24-2014


Details | Rhyme | |

RIVER BANK COTTAGE

River Bank Cottage...............

There are days within my life thus far, 
I would gladly leave behind. 
Though the day we saw this lovely place, 
Will never leave my mind. 

River Bank Cottage, is up for sale, 
Was the sign we saw that day. 
And what I saw before my eyes, 
Truly took my breath away. 

Ivy covered window-sills, 
Tulips by a stream. 
Water that sparkled like cold champagne, 
Befitting any dream. 

Crocus in abundance, 
And the daff's bright endless glow. 
An old dishevelled watermill, 
Where the silent waters flow. 

Hearing cuckoos in the distance, 
Scents of spring-time on the breeze. 
The untamed shadows from the sun, 
Danced among the willow trees. 

Heaven on earth we saw that day, 
Happiness so true. 
I knew this place before our eyes, 
Was meant for me and you..........


Details | Free verse | |

Roses

She glances
From afore does she stare
Poised passive without motion
Petals grace and glance in glimmer
Dans la roseraie de la vue
Attractive allure into light's lust 
Marinating morning's delectable dew
Entwined is she in the rose's vine
Flowered fluorescence enclosed eloped
Claret joues et l'éclat rose
From the bud doth she now call
Flowered glances doth pollen pose
She glances...
Coeur brisé


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Humming Green

                                        There is a green
                                        Beyond the grey
                                        That hides behind wild wintry white.

                                        A green so sweet
                                        Tears slip from the eyes
                                        And turn to dew to please the thirsty grass.

                                        A green so sweet
                                        Deeply buried dead burst up into flowers--
                                        Before snow whispers in the summer.

                                        Bird song
                                        Twirls 
                                        In the sweetness of the green---
                                        And as it slides into the sea
                                        Azure kisses gently in reply.


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THE TENDER BEAUTY THAT SPRING WAS

Nothing makes one forget the stillness of a warm noon
more than that memorable stroll
with our sweetheart as butterflies 
gently flutter over us to be admired, making us 
remember the tender beauty that spring was. 


Everything around us emanates joy,
harmony is seen everywhere in this forest, 
but peace isn't the only thing the traveler seeks,
and surely bluejays can arise much curiosity
with their songs that sound good to the ear.


Walk with us on flowery paths, say hello
to the timid squirrels with long, patchy tails;
rosemary bushes are fragrantly sweet... 
to remind all the tender beauty that spring was.


Details | Sonnet | |

Rose for all Seasons

Spring

As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.

A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.

I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground. 
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.

No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.


Summer

Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.

His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.

I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.

Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.


Fall

Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.

Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.


Winter

Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.



Author Notes:

Spring:  Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet



Details | Free verse | |

Like Spring for the Very First Time

Today was the kind of day
That presses itself against your 
lips like a first kiss
And melts on your tongue like 
caramel,
All warm sugar sweetness and 
decadent richness-
Today smelled like sunlight 
and childhood,
Bursting with buttercup-bright 
color like laughter-
Today felt like Spring for the 
very first time.
Today was the kind of day
I've been missing for a while.


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Grand King

When I lay down on my deathbed,
Remember me…remember me forevermore
When I give in to silent slumber,
Don’t grieve for me…
I’m in God’s hand – 
A pleasant placement that I adore

When I wake up from this horrifying nightmare,
Dream not…dream not of war or violence
When I try to reach for my goals in life,
Be not afraid of me…I’ll be a success
Be not afraid of thee…He wants you to have progress

Shower me down with empathy and elegance
You sprout splendidly like a flower in the brink of Spring

Tower over me…protect me from 
Overindulgence 
You don’t doubt – 
You are one-of-a-kind and You are a GRAND KING!

When I grow weary and old, 
Don’t desert me like a worthless garden full of weeds
Don’t desert me…bury me in the damp soil like seeds
If you do decide to leave me behind, 
That would be just rude

When I have high hopes and if I’ll ever be as bold as The Lion,
Don’t take away my strength, my gift, or my gratitude

When I fall asleep on eagle and dove wings,
Don’t worry! 
Don’t worry about me! 
My heart will take divine flight 

When I approach heaven and its radiance 
Reigns upon my undying soul, 
It brings me love from somewhere quite a delight – 
Don’t reject the precious light
The precious light…

You’re a grand king!
You blossom with might and victory 
I crown you with 
Loyalty, Awesomeness, and Golden Pride


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SPRING BLOSSOM BLOOMING

the air of spring blossom blooming,
sending scents of nature calling.
birds chirping:
butterflies flying,
blue skies of freedom,
ebbs of tides cascading,
fresh and yet so random.
hot sun radiating,
with a radiance so uncalled for.
spring beauty of nature glowing;
faint yet fo near and clear,
so calm and so dear,
bringing peace of beauty,
important to so many.
humble beginnings of spring passion blooming;
rarity of a blossom blooming,
brings a certain genuine passion as it lasts.
the center of nature's beauty and it's importance,
times of spring and new refreshing changes, mood, and attitudes.


Details | Sonnet | |

From a Deck Chair

Into the mystic and blue water purl
  I watch in motion season's changing guard:
And rising ocean drafts the far depths swirl
  Up silica sandstone cliffs steeped and scarred.
Silver Eucalyptus shines by the lea,
  And apple blossom in the garden strewn
Shed soft petals till fruit hangs from its tree -
  And chrysalis to butterfly cocoon.
So does my own metamorphosis end
  As the September bloom and sunned leaf face
Invites perennial orgy again,
  And new buds glow like clusters through dark space.
From my deck chair I'll sit back tomorrow
When spring's bow lets fly El Nino's arrow.



September 1995


Details | Sijo | |

SIJO

	
Heaven scent becomes spring's roadside dressing in lavender allure.
While we, in our wanting way, call it a red bud tree, heart-shaped leaves
with universal appeal discard blossoms to speak of love.


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Beauty In The Carolinas

in the Carolinas there's beauty in nature 
spring is here ears are attuned to birds singing 
baby chicks tweets for their parents feedingsl
behind green foliage on an oak trees's branch

eyes spies butterflies freed from it's cacoon
drinking nectar from wildflowers
in the fields behind a farmers barn
where a river of pink salmon swim up stream

mouth watering blackberries catches strollers 
attention
alongside grassy trail thorns and spiny leaves pricks 
the hands
of walkers hoping to taste the sweetness of a 
blackberry
a pocket dyed purple with a few to take home

mmmmm the smell of roses tickles nostril hairs
growing wild along the woods edge
three feet from the picket fence around the yard
tall smiling sunflowers wave at visitors touring the 
grounds 

children touch dandilions by Cooper's pond
laugh and play reaching for dandifluries in the wind
arms like airplane wings waving up and down while 
they run
hearing their names being called time for supper

spring is here again feel the warmth after the chilly 
winter
the sunshine blazing through sliding glass doors
vacationing warm spring beaches along the grand 
strand
sand between the toes water above knees in the 
dusky hours

in the Carolina's spring is here again 
all is new in the beauty of nature 












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The Rose In Winter

	Once upon a time in the gardens there was a beautiful rose. It's beauty was rapturous. Of to 

what could it be compared? Each year in Spring it would cry it's rebirth and announce to all 

the world of it's glorious beauty but as with all flowers it's veiled reflection dimmed with

the first snows of winter. Sleeping it layeth to once again with Spring's awakening be born

unto vastness of majestic jewels. A precious gem that rivaled the most wondrous of exquisite

deities. Pious reflections of nature ingrained into the threshold of life's beauty. 

	It so happened that while walking amidst the flowers a little girl stopped to 

admire the beautiful rose. She thought about the differences and looked up to her mother 

only to say to her" Mother, always when things are bright and cheerful this beautiful rose

amazes the world with it's colors but in times of darkness and despair you see this rose

wither but it never truly dies as other flowers". "Why is this mother"? Lovingly her mother

replied " The rose is as love. When in times of happiness love is as a shining star but in 

love as with rose there are oftentimes thorns which betray the valley's of sadness and to

all outwardly appearances love would seem to wither and die; but true love though not seen 

is strongest when definitive bleakness and darkness fill the soul". So the rose when seen 

through our eyes should remind us that truest beauty comes not in Spring but in darkest

night in Winters keeping.


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Beauty Found

Refreshing drops of spring’s delight
Lapidate winter’s frosty grip
Each slowly thawed nourishing drip
A gentle caress in the night
Revealing hope in warming rays
Inviting sounds of fertile days
As new beginnings come to sight.

From winter’s dreary ways of gloom
The visions of beauty return
From deep within their long sojourn
To welcome spring and gently groom
The path to summer’s warming sun
That feeds the life that spring begun
With beauty found within a bloom.


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MEADOW SWEET

My  tiny daughter
Brenna
hails the morning

      out-stretched arms
        catch the breeze
she
twirls like a merry pinwheel
 dreamy lashed eyes closed
   head-cocked
   harmonizing
           birdsongs

Buttercup pollen
   kisses 
pink
   toes
while the Sun
adores her



V. Anderson-Throop 2014
dew-blessed
nose


Details | Quatrain | |

Breath of Spring

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I look from my deck at the spring garden 
Violets wear the most beautiful gowns 
Fit for any girl en route to the first prom 
Daffodils below promise the gold storm... 

Crocuses said good bye two weeks ago 
I am ever thankful for their divine glow 
But often you have to say a good bye
Though a beauty of a lily you can't deny. 

Tulips - those are forever vain and merry 
In suits of emerald, amber and boysenberry
Their beauty always takes my breath away 
They will be with me through a perfect May... 

Trees dressing up, weary of winter's rage 
They are boastful of their newly found sage 
Trees have a soul, they exuberate freedom 
Nobody can attempt to rival their stardom. 

And so - the spring fills my soul with joy 
Divine spring - forever my Helen of Troy...