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Details | Haiku | |

SPRING HAIKU

morning quiet time
in nature's warm bosom found
sun kissed flowers shine













TRADITONAL HAIKU- POETRY CONTEST : 6th Place
12 March 2015
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi






Details | Abecedarian | |

Spring Has Arrived



Another fair spring has arrived
Bringing memories of days long gone
Comforting thoughts of youth revived
Days of spring’s renewing song

Eternal clock marks the time
From winters passing play
Gone the snows and winters prime
Happy again on a warm sunny day

I’m still and reflective under white brow
Just passing time exploring self
Keep thinking of younger days now 
Life stored on an upper shelf

My memories a bit cloudy though
Not so long ago it seems
Of past springs and melting snow
Places only left in my dreams

Quietly I sit and think
Resting in my old porch chair
Sipping on an iced tea drink
Thinking of springs past so fair

Under limbs of fresh green trees
Very yellow daffodils 
Warm breeze’s stir the bee’s
Xenophobic now as age wills

Youth flows as from a cup it pours
Zeal of spring and my heart soars


Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
2/17/15
Form - Abecedarian


Details | Verse | |

last spring

My head went in circles again
I promised not to compose for gain
I waited for hours till my body hurt again and again
My heart was in a torture field with no gain

I decided to stop hiding so I gave in
Slowly and slowly the excitement grew
In time the world seemed to be in my fingertips 
I had figured it out so well, I was good at the game 

Even my dreaming took a different route
My dreams were bigger and fresher 
My eyes shone brighter than a baby's 
Stress, noise, talk & sound didn't bother me anymore

Until I realized I needed to live in the present 






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 | Free verse | |

Shrink Wrapped

The days go by
as I walk around the man made lake,
churning the tides of time backwards
making butter from the gold and brown broth
a solitary wanderers on the same gravel path.
Always a person for whom the flow meant danger
from spring to summer,  I walk the scene
with cheery “mornin’s”
popping the insular bubbles 
of self imposed

Silence.

The days go by
as spring returned to my aged step.
The flow lures the weary mind tired of treading water.
Glassine eyes cataract dimmed clear and lift to blue skies.
Familiar faces grin back hooked 
on a cheery “mornin’”
Marshaled resources clockwise turn.
Forward thinking, right sided, occasion walks
from summer to fall
popping the insular bubbles 
of self imposed

Silence.




Details | I do not know? | |

The Blooms Pristen

In the spring, I'm a Daffodill
In many hues, dancing on the hill
Swaying with  the gentle breeze
In the spring I'm easy to please

In late spring, I'm pale pink rose 
Growing on the trellis, inviting bees toes
To touch on me, drink their fill of nectar
Sweet, in late spring I'm real neat

In early summer, I'm Buddleia
When Butterflies come, Cassiopeiae
Is so jealous of the attention
As they touch and tickle my extensions

Later on I become Great Yellow Gentian
At this time I'm in another dimension
Waiting the time in the fall when I've lived all
Then I become the great Sunflower in the fall

When winter arrives, I'm  barely now alive
This is when Camelia makes her debut
She is really now more alive leaves glisten
They've a glossy waxy shin and the blooms pristen

(In response to Andrea's Blog.)


Details | Quatrain | |

Spring Cleaning of the Cluttered Soul

Scrap the smoldering, winsome words
the lovely odd truce made of letters
found carved with the edge of an old pocket knife
on a strap made of metal and leather
Burn off the tarnish on platinum rings
engraved with the infernal: "LOVE"
found pulling limp loyalty up to it's feet
and then giving it a death dealing shove
Trip over shoes which should still be for dancing
and spin them right into the trash
found in the corner of the cluttered dark room
like a pack rat's incurable stash
Blow open windows long stuck closed with paint
Push all the junk to the sill
Unburden your soul of it's hideous secrets
and snatch back your sacred free will...


Details | Rhyme | |

The Colour Of Spring

Springtime comes on gossamer wings;
Its sun beams down on all God's things.
The fields and woods are first to preen;
Each blade and leaf gives off a sheen.
Tis an emerald dress they wear,
Simple beauty without man's flair.
I look around in spring and swear
God's favorite colour is green.


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 | Free verse | |

Yet Another Spring

White and red and pink
oleanders bloom--
they are blown in wind,
littering grass and
drying on the bricks
of my front patio.
Orchid trees are flowering,
and royal poncianas.
Surprising jacarandas,
orange blossoms, honeysuckle, 
jasmine, and acacia assail the senses,
while I, alive, enjoy
yet another
Spring!


Details | Lyric | |

Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013


There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


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 | Couplet | |

The coming spring




I can touch buds on spring flowers as they open to greet the sun
Smell a sweet scent in the breeze, as the darkness starts to run 

feel on my cheek  ray's of the sun as life emerges from their bed
I taste the salt from my tears, GONE, is that what they said? 

If come spring my time on earth, should be ended with one word
I will do my best for family, to teach reason and spread your word

How do I teach family of my knowledge, hope God will please employ
How can this man teach his family, when he has lost all hope and joy?

Can the only one on earth to love or share this sorrow with be you 
Lost like falling leaves of spring, moving only when a cold wind blew

Realizing I'm caught between dying and dead just as these leaves
No happiness or joy just asking why, when, what or if I have to leave

Make good use of this man but, children dying take hope from this old boy
grand-child can't live, why should I survive without love, hope and joy?




Death is a thief of a child


"If spring is all the time I have to finish teaching what I know 
I'll teach what I can of life to my family without shedding tears"


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 | Pantoum | |

Face To Face With Death

The day I met the airplane face to face
Just going out to work awhile that day
Never knew I could be meeting death's race
Working for Census Bureau_month of May

Just going out to work awhile that day
Client list in hand maps to draw that's grand
Working for Census Bureau__month of May
Lovely drive early spring __last stand

Client list in hand maps to draw that's grand
Never thought that this could be last journey
Lovely drive early spring blooms__last stand?
Didn't know God had my life in hand_not on gurney

Never thought that this could be last journey
But when that airplane I met on a curve
Didn't know God had my life in hand_not on gurney
Pilot out window motion_already swerve

But when that airplane I met on a curve
Never knew that I could be meeting death's race
Pilot out window motion_already swerve
The day I met the airplane face to face...


Details | Rhyme | |

Auburn Spring

The beautiful reverse of the garden of Eden's curse.
A Godly reminder in every soulful verse.
Another dieing season, so that we may live.
And be restored unto ourselves when we learn to forgive.

The bitter cold that we must bare when winter has it's way.
Slowly comes upon this world in every Autumn day.
And deep within it's vibrant death.
Mother Earth in all it's splender, takes away our breath.

From within these solemn walls.
We close the door as the temperature falls.
As we begin our journey inside these halls.
Awaiting our rebirth when Spring time calls.

White is black and black is white, the two seasons are singing.
Mirrored in eachothers negative, we hear the truth keep ringing.
To give us hope and help us cope so we never stop trying.
This sweet and bitter gift from God in his season of dieing.


Details | Free verse | |

Suddenly the Storm


Suddenly the Storm
      by Amy Swanson


Beautiful spring day!
     Warm wind so soft
           playfully 
               lovingly
                     kisses my cheek

Dancing breeze 
      quite generous with your touch

                you send the fallen leaves to play
     
                     flying wild
                           like children in an outdoor race


*then quickly*


            sunshine sky darkens, the rains begin...


how could I know
       so soon you would turn

maliciously

                 violently

                                 cruel.

Wind - you grew quite pompous
        puffed yourself up so

                        Gone - the gentle breeze
                           that touched my heart


                     'til
    gathering yourself together

          --- ever faster ---


                             rip-roaring, threatening, all within your path


Gray sky - you accommodate
        destructive ego

                    once gentle wind 
                        now spirals, uncontrolled,
                               whirling, blackened cyclone
                                     no longer at play... 

you seek only to devour.


Those who see you shake
       terrible capabilites you now possess
              in your anger
                    feverishly pushing all down on their knees
                          to worship you in fear and trembling...
                                   expecting all to cower in their homes.



But...

          you are only wind.



Vain and proud, one thing you forget;
     you ride
           *you twist*
                   today's air currents

   (and take such full advantage)

        but only for a moment.


Just as suddenly
       reduced to what you were...

                a simple slight spring breeze before the rains
                     
                         (debris scattered around you from your tantrum)
                         
                                          silently awaiting - 

another day
another place...

you bide your time so well
destructive cycle

                                             *perverting Mother Nature's precious gift*


until the moment you arise once more

     so large, full of yourself

             uninvited, some distant spring day...
               
                     sweet, chiding wind, at first loving and playful

                      
then suddenly

                           the storm.


Details | Free verse | |

Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and
white.

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!


Details | Free verse | |

Renewal Begins Anew

Exploring the petals lent
from the bouquet of life spent
ever inhaling memories past scents
of yesterday’s requisite repent

Watering the flowers remaining
with the tenderness gained
from past events…
Kindness and compassion
fertilizing the still living blooms

Wisdom stems the drawing force
Empathy gained… the life source

Diving into the blossoms
of a new day, 
please join with me
and say you’ll stay
come out, come out
and let us now again play 
among the renewing flowerings
Let us join together again
among the tender buds
and scatter the petals
of yesterday’s 
in love’s forgiving winds
  
© Debra Squyres 02/23/14


Details | Free verse | |

Newness Of Spring

Chirup, Chirupup is now gone away 
For the Cricket now sleeps in the deep woods
Deep down under a bed of dry decaying leaves
Awaiting the spring's warmth to call__ come

Out across the now no-fence pasture
Lies a giant pan of Rice Krispies cookies
White on tan the dead crispt grass made so by the cold hoary frost
Chilled so that it groans from the cold penetrating deep within the ground

The whole earth awaits that warm sun who takes his time
Slowly slipping back closer up, up, up to the Northern Hemisphere
Will spring come to renew or will those deep woods remain dark and deep
Inviting all eyes to see inside the open venerable vault of clearing

Those dark deep woods encourage exploring
To clear away all the tangled briars, dead barren ideas that need purging
Open clear up those winter woods for new growth of spring
New ideas on which to encourage the grow of the poetic mind 

Been in winter long enough in that cold barren woods
Trapped in the cold lingering by the fire of hearth's contentment
Now is the time to escape_be fresh new
Spring _bring on the novel





Details | Free verse | |

Battlefields of Discontented Dreams

Another year has marched out of my life.
A crusading warrior making his way back home,
Leaving bloody battlefields in his wake.
Trampled valleys where dreams once stood.

In the beginning, the year tiptoed in,
Softly sprinkling crystallized wishes.
Ideas, floating like a fine dusting of snow,
Forming a light covering on my bed of anticipation.

In swept the Ides of Spring laden with promises.
Storms tossing my wants in a turbulent sea of needs.
I planted my seeds with the expectancy of progression,
Hoping to find nourishment for my battered soul.

Summer scorched a path through my life
Bringing passion and potential to my fertile soil
Growing, thriving, reaching for the budding of fulfillment
Hopes alive, green and fresh, standing tall against adversity.

Autumn flew in on the winds of a changeling,
Taking the abundance and leaving a barren field.
Stripped of optimism, I wander in the fields of despair,
Wondering where my footpath led me astray.

Yes wicked winter with your freezing rains.
You beat against me, leaving blisters in your wake.
But Spring will return, of this I am certain,
Bringing with it the possibilities of contentment.


Details | Haiku | |

SPRING IS UNDER WAY

                                                 spring is under way
                                         male rain crow sounds cu-ckoo
                                                  female is in sight

                                             under hemlock's leaves
                                      sends sweet response in return
                                                rich bubbling chuckle


Details | Senryu | |

Remembering Spring

defiant iris stands alone in the garden remembering spring


Details | Pantoum | |

Fair Spring



Another fair spring has arrived,
my memories of days long gone.
With comforting thoughts youth revived,
a time of spring’s now renewing song.

My memories of days long gone,
reflective, under still white brow.
A time of spring’s now renewing song,
I’m thinking of days younger now.

Reflective, under still white brow,
times passing, exploring  myself.
I’m thinking of days younger now,
life stored upon an upper shelf.

Times passing, exploring myself,
youth flows, as from a cup it pours.
Life stored upon an upper shelf,
in spring my aged true heart soars.

Youth flows, as from a cup it pours,
with comforting thoughts, youth revived.
In spring my aged true heart soars,
another fair spring has arrived.



Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
3/1/15
Form - Pantoum


Details | Free verse | |

simple spring showers from my fathers cabin

Fast, always too fast as it hits the roof
spills , pours over eaves
and the wisteria suffocates

playground jacks
scatter across laughter’s  single
cloud of grey white light.

Arms rest  on a splintered shelf
keeps the life outside,

i press a tiny index finger 
write a coded breath note
against the single pane
                 clutched with water varicose veins;

can it see me smile from my chest
lay its softness across 
                dogwood blossoms

concentrate to hear them feed.
A final kiss of spring clings to her
slip, reveals a true body 
               out of grammar into new flesh;

if I too tilt back my head,
open my mouth,
funnel in rain,
become the springtime blossom,
will I drown?


Details | I do not know? | |

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...



Details | I do not know? | |

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.






Details | Free verse | |

Spring

Spring
Ahhhhh
As the frost leaves the ground
I feel my mind begin to thaw
Old emotions rise
New possibilities
The sun rises on previously dull eyes
All things seem within my grasp
Emerging thoughts sprout from the dried ground
What seemed barren has been renewed
Heart quickens 
Still affected 
Nose intoxicated
I can taste the air
Anticipation
Invigoration
Muscles ready to move
I shake off the residue of a long cold winter
Dark days no longer my concearn
Time for dancing
Singing
Dreaming
Time for sleeping has ended
Remnants of youth flow through my veins
I rise once again
I am still part of spring
An old tree with new leaves
Standing proud
Yet swayed
Moved by the winds of change
Ahhhhhh
Spring
In the fall of my life
Yet you and I coexist 


Details | Rhyme | |

cycles of love

my mark is fresh like snow in air
brisk and mist will crisp on hair
fists ball up from risk to care
whisper and stare but all is fair
love and reason, flow like seasons
the endings blending and quite seeming
parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming
half is seeing, the other believing
eyes align and beats will sync
eyes a line for heat to sink
taken quickly for a fall
lovers stroll through memories' hall
echoes stir sight and scent
my senses flight keeps suspense
until logic teaches what it meant
all good things come to an end
summer lighting longer days
more hours to burn for lovers lay
precious tokens we hope to stay
from constant change or parting ways
spring into action to save those astray
a few more years can cost a pay
with lives and sacrifice displayed
perhaps tomorrow will be okay
years can fly like clouds in sky
feelings revealing what to decide
and just like that were back to try
to love the same until we die