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Details | Verse | |

SPRING REFULGENCE

                     Icicles on leaves and branches of trees
                         They begin to melt down bit by bit
                  Rays of sunlight appears, as winter cease
                 Freezing air fades, as glow of sun increase

                      Squirrels, rabbits run wild and free
                      Birds of various speed soaring high
                      Their mellifluous tweets, a melody
                      Piebald butterflies dancing merrily

                  Leafless, lifeless trees in healthy living
              Colorful buds of daffodils, magnolias around
        Their natural beauty, a wonder, stately astounding!
       Rain falls, softening the earth as new shoots abounds!

        Frozen grasses before, now stilled with energy light
            Blossoms as well, humbled with new beginning
                     Seeds scattered rises as in springs
           Snows  gone, as sun's refulgence a revering bright

03/03.2014
2:19 am


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 | 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 | Imagism | |

A Leaf Unfurls

See all of the buds upon the trees
watch closely as slowly one unfurls
each tiny weeny leaf stretching out
one by one peeling away from the buds

Turning their faces up to the sun
some sticky buds much longer taking 
all sorts of shapes and different sizes
as they grow and cast their dappled shade

On the tender plants hiding below
shade lovers of stunning colours
scarlet red Hostas amidst bluebells
the trumpets waving on their long stems

All the sun lovers blooms open wide
drinking in the heat beaming down
tulips bright with merry stripes
all the colours of the rainbow

Swaying gentle in noon heat
tall hollyhocks stately bend
the early promise of a rose
scents abound flooding senses

So easy to lay back and drift off
sun shining down heats the skin
bees droning gathering nectar
such an idyllic place to rest awhile




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Details | List | |

Spring Foward

Silence, the power of noise that brings stillness to the ear
Power, the audacity of every man’s desire to manipulate
Resilience, what a way to bounce-back, the mass is always intact
Imminent, it’s here it must be, for you see it’s your plan for victory
Never, lose hope; there is always a possibility if you don’t give out
Goodness, what a way to go, just live right and you will overcome your plight 
Function, a way of life, a stepping stone to an ultimate goal 
Organize; this will make your day, and delight you in every way
Worship, your creator a call for victory and empowerment
Acknowledge, what is right from wrong, that your scorn will be gone
Restoration, a new place to begin to alter your thrill
Destiny SPRING FOWARD never look backward to prevent
a regrettable calamity   



Details | Rhyme | |

Inspired by Debbie Guzzie's sonnet March Goosebumps

March brushes past us, in its blustery haste

And we, who stand where Winter’s chill once laid waste,

Watch in awe, the breath of Spring ignite the earth.

Around cold Winter’s girth, warm Spring wraps its mirth.

We know, after every death, there is rebirth.


Details | Pantoum | |

And The Birds Will Sing -Pantoum-

And the birds will sing as they fly through the air, oh, what joy it brings they do it with such flare. As they fly through the air the wind gently blows, oh, what a joy it brings chirping as they go. The wind gently blows softly touching the trees, chirping as they go so very peaceful to me. Softly touching the trees oh, what joy it brings, so very peaceful to me and the birds will sing. Copyright © Cynthia Jones May.27/2005


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 | Rhyme | |

Yellow,Blue And Pink

The air smelling of the new Spring
The birds in the bush quietly sing
The wind gently touching the lawn
The sun with glamour kisses the moon

The sky is clean,no cloud is seen
It's time to be,on poetry keen

I gathered my stuff and set off
where the beauty, is made of
Trees,hills,flowers,and the streams' breath
I got a feeling true as faith

Amid the calm and the lands' green
Where the muse lives,and ever been

A light breeze from heaven's bliss,rose
Caressing the water and rose
Fragrance of renewal smells fair
i don't feel bad,nor have despair

Life is born from the winters' tears
Spring is a smile,no room for fears
I long to sing in duo with Spring
Poetry muse,is a beauty thing

Believe me if i tell i feel strange
I feel apart from human range
I feel i were a piece of earth
Sharing with Spring,beauty and mirth

 "ps"
yellow:sun
blue:sky
pink:flower


Details | Rhyme | |

Nature-an inspiration

I don’t know where I shall start from,
From tiny seedlings to huge trees,
or
From varied seasons to storms, 
or
From rivers to rains,
or
From Flora and fauna to all living beings,
Indeed,
Nature has embraced within it several forms,

The network of nature is so gigantic,
That need to explore makes us frantic,

The array of our nature is colossal,
Liable for our enduring survival,

From the early mornings to deep nights,
The charm of nature makes everything bedight,

The existence would have been impossible,
If Almighty, wouldn’t have been so probable,

Happiness & contentment could spring only if lives could sustain,
Else the only solution would have been likely is to abstain,

If sun for just one day kept yawning,
Our mornings will never be so charming,

The impact of rain is so embellish,
That nothing else is worth us wanting to relish,

The species, the rivers, the matter, the geology,
The beaches, the rocks, the weather, the energy,
Is all a result of environmental synergy,

Nature is massively excessive,
Making our lives progressive,

We should be thankful to the supreme deity,
For his magnitude, his showered grace & immensity,

The relation between us and nature is eternal,
It is not only peripheral but acutely internal,

The repercussions of disturbing it can be disastrous,
But sensibly dealing with it can spring results- that too magnanimous,


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Spring Sun-Life-Flows-Spring-

The Spring sun beams down life begins anew, snow melts all around the sky, a beautiful blue. Birds go through the sky music gently flows, I watch as they fly wind carries them to and fro. I take in the sight nature at its best, the sun is so bright Spring sun, never takes a rest. I don't hear a sound the sky's not so blue, dark clouds float so high the wind is crisp, as it blows, still watch the birds, as they fight stealing from each other's nests. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Mar.22/2013 I call this one a CynJon. It's named after me. I started counting syllables and didn't find anything that matched up with what I had for poetry styles. So, I figured, why not create my own style of poetry again.


Details | Tanka | |

Spring Snow-Reversed English Form Tanka-

Spring snow lays on the ground so cold I can't wait for warmth. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Mar.22/2013


Details | Light Poetry | |

MaY

Poem


                      May



Born a may child
Enjoying the summer tender mild
Maybe there is a reason
For the month that I
Came into this world
Something inside my head shone and furiously whirled
May you hold in your heart faith
May you have years of hope
May you find the strength to carry on and cope
May you grow ever more
May your life present you with
So many unique portal doors
May you learn by your mistakes
May you give instead of just blindly take
May your heart find it's meaning
May you discover natures cleaner
May you heal yourself as time goes by
May you one day, learn to hold up your weighted head
And learn how to fly
May you cry, for the good times and bad
May you wish for the things you never had
And become a greater being
For all the things do didn't receive
May you learn to hold a card up your tangled sleeve
May you find the courage to up and leave
May your life give you what you need
In the presence of all things natural and nothing of greed
May you live and learn and to the heavens your heart will yern
May you find the comfort of strong arms
May you feel the breeze when your heart is running wild
May you hold the world One day in the center of your closed up palms
Maybe there is a reason that I came to be
During the month of may
Enjoy the summer tender mild.

Written By Sarah Linklater
14th May 2015