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Details | Free verse | |

THE OLD OAK TREE


         Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
         one summer of bliss
         now! Just an autumn flutter.

                   For some; destine to fall
                   upon stony ground, a part
                   of life’s infernal gyration.
                   Yet for those that fall
                   within your reach, to live
                   on within your soul!

         While limbs that stretch
         towards the solstice, create
         vivacious veins as channels of hope,
         a pledge of foliation continues
         to endure what spring has
         furnished; autumn expires. 

                   Yes! If we can but learn
                   from nature’s complex simplicity,
                   that life be of a cycle
                   from the seed we are conceived,
                   then let spring be my beginning
                   winter my exultant eve!

         Let our two cultures
         merge as one, the
         decomposed humus
         to become the sustenance;
         our transfusion the
         new beginning.

                   Let us breathe the
                   fragrance of born again;
                   let each slender limb,
                   stout body bear our
                   tenaciousness, each lyrical
                   leaf our life’s blood.

          Let us mollycoddle each
          precious tear that falls from a
          angry sky; dance gracefully
          upon the wind, embrace
          on moonless nights, bathe
           in summer madness.

                   Let us hear the bluebell call,
                   the daffodil pray, the apple
                   blossom bear witness; the
                   clamour of the field mouse
                   the pitapat of the butterfly
                   the silence of lovers in love.

             Let us be sanctuary to the
             symbolic songstress, scuttling
             squirrel, vulgar urchin;
             a fortress for the warrior
             a haven for the pacifist
             an inspiration for the poet!

 EPILOGUE 

                  The call of springtime
                   we will invoke,
                     logging representative
                      we will gladly choke;
                        nature’s guardian.
                          “This! Obliging old oak.”

Copyright Harry J Horsman 2000


        

         








Details | Prose Poetry | |

'A thing of nature'

A flower breaks out afresh from its swollen, 
green bud and then stretches outward into 
the sun-drenched sky.

A thing of nature that's timeless
and perennial, it faithfully blooms and
adorns its surroundings like its predecessors.

Never alone, it is joined by its floral neighbors
of its own kind in fragrant numbers, suffusing 
the atmosphere all around with a heavy, yet 
sweet stench of lavender and honeysuckle.

The thick odor seduces and encourages the
flower-borne bees, hornets, and yellow-
jackets nearby into a steady rhythm and pulse 
of continuous labor over the pollen-rich 
blossoms and perfumed, colorfully-tinted 
petals. From an adjacent pond the over-
abundant and unsubtle beauty of the 
lily-of-the-valleys add their distinctiveness 
to the already rich and lush floral landscape, 
now teeming with the life and vigor of 
spring in full bloom.


 


Details | Free verse | |

winter,summer, spring, and fall

First of all I am going to tell you a story about the four seasons,
winter summer spring and fall,

Its a story not to forget at all and it is easy to remember that
Fall is a season that likes it cool, the nice wind blowing as all the leaves make sounds as they hit the ground,

And Winter it's a season of snow with the frosty nicknames that everyone knows.

And Summer is the hotest season of all,bringing up the heat so much you  wish it was still fall.

Now spring is the prettyest season I have seen, where everything is blooming and growing green.Its a season where all  the birds start singing cause of the joy they have had with winter,summer, spring, and fall....


Details | Free verse | |

Any Old Poem Contest: echoes and whispers uncut

listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.

touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.

taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.

see,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.

smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.

in the glee,

in the hopes and dreams,

in the human spirit,

lives the miracle of life.

the magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody

 of echoes and whispers – uncut.

Maurice Yvonne
Any Old Poem Will Do - Contest
For Skat A
Entered: August 29 2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Spring Summer And Fall

From bright colors even the brightest blond turns grey.
Grown men now stand.
Were once young children did play.

 The once new cover.
Is now tattered and torn.
time has all but erased the oaths  once proud men had sworn.

The field now overgrown  still haunts memories of the blue and grey.
Old worn headstones markers of were they'll forever lay.
No bell to ring no voice shall call.
The ghosts of the past erased by spring summer and fall.

The old porch stands hidden by a overgrowth of vines.
Now blank are the boards that once were painted signs.
The blood followed swiftly from the wound of the past.
To forge a path to a time that could never last.

Gone is the tree that once stood so very tall.
Forgotten by time 
So is the legend of spring summer and fall.


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Springtime Affections

My love, your breath, fresh as a spring breeze,
Caresses my face, with a wondrous tone,
As your sweet lips, approach mine, we moan.
For expectation, of such pleasurable tease,
For there is no time, for emotions to please,
Our brief moments, are barely, only a loan.
For passion delivers, future beautifully alone,
Our ecstasies of movements together, appease.

After spring, before the heat of summer time,
Our ardor grows; grows within each heart.
Our touch, Heavens blessing, to each other,
These moments, hours, days have no crime.
Together forever, our souls, never part,
Our spirits are free, to love; never smother.


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 | Concrete | |

The Four Seasons

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


Details | Free verse | |

The seasons of us

when winter comes and skeletons of trees

stand starkly upon the snow

i will think of you

and your head on my lap before the fireplace

skating on the gaunt, deep pond 

where we made love on brighter days

hot chocolate and fired brandies

and standing at windows while flurries fell

 

when it is spring again and trees bear promises

as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows

i will think of you

when all was alive again and you believed in us

within the world of nest-making and streams going home

making bouquets of foothill flowers

constantly profaning the word “forever”

and imagining that winter was forever gone

 

when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath

i will come to the forest where we walked and

i will think of you

where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs

in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers

by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water

and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body

where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles

 

autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk 

upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death

and i will think of you

where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded

into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear

and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world

and i will understand their plight in a box called home

where once laughter lived and life was wonderful

 

there was a time before seasons and sentiment

when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles

and you gasped, “oh, i’m sorry!  i thought you were someone else!”

i smiled then and replied, “i am.”

it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion

before time and treasons took their toll

before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes

and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter 


Details | Sonnet | |

SEASONS OF LIFE

                      seasons is the relationship.
                                 changes a lot.
                      SUMMER tells us the value of FRIENDS.
                                  WINTER tells us the caring of FRIENDS.
                      SPRING is about the quarrel with the FRIENDS.
                                  AUTUMN tells about the LONELINESS.
                      THUNDER occurs when you fight with me.
                                  LIGHTING occurs when.,
                      i miss my LOVED ONE.
                                  RAIN occurs when.,
                      i spend time with my LOVELY ONE.
                                 BREEZE occurs when you give a SMILE after a CRY.
                      that's the life,
                                 which i spend with my DEAR ONE.


Details | Free verse | |

Seasons' Promise

Summer lies sleeping somewhere in fields of daisies
her warm breeze waltzes with each blade of grass

Autumn’s reclined wrapped within soft, cool mists
her nursery of seeds and parched leaves put to bed

Winter has awoken and rides the frigid northern winds
Ushering in a moment of slumber to proffer the circle of life

And... spring will come tomorrow, a new beginning to champion
When all asleep arise once more, with burst of colors everywhere!
~*~

01/'14


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

quaternity

so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter


Details | Rhyme | |

A Seasons Dance

Warm days herald in the spring
as she dances among young flowers
the mating call strong adds its ring
soon nestlings, calves and beavers
grow strong as she swirls past dancing 

Hot flush of summer vibrant flowers
greet summer as she flashes past
in haste in case her time she flitters
falling in love a dance spell is cast

Autumn slowly following does
a dance most stately performs
she prances and flaunts on tiptoes
her stage is the forest platform

Winter grim and bleak in marches
her dance sometime very sullen
with her icy fingers she clutches
when she lets go you are heartbroken

On very rare occasions they come together
and dance around in joy of sisters united
oh what a time they have as they caper
forgetting the many times they have feuded

written 09/28/2013 by Shadow Hamilton

contest A Season's Dance


Details | Rhyme | |

Water From the Stream

I remember the cabin by the lake in the wood
and Grandma giving us buckets, telling us we should
walk up the creek to get some water from the stream.
Remembering it now is almost like a dream.

No electricity, no plumbing, no water at hand
but we thought it the prettiest place in the land.
In spring we got water not far from the door.
As summer progressed we had to walk a little more.

By August the spring barely flowed at all
so we'd follow the stream, though we were quite small.
Alone in the woods with a bucket each,
following that creek 'til a pool we'd reach.

Filling the buckets, then back down the hill.
This was our chore, I remember it still.
We'd pick wild flowers and try to catch frogs,
taking too long as we walked along logs.

Every morning two buckets of water we brought.
These were for drinking, lake water was not.
Lake water was boiled and used for cleaning up.
The only one who drank it was the cocker spaniel pup.

The stream was the run-off from melted snow.
Down the mountain it ran, to the lake below.
Fast and furious , the winter through
but gentle and quiet by summer it grew.

The cabins at the lake are updated now
with electricity and plumbing but I remember how
two eight year old girls went for water each day.
Their chore done before they headed off to play. 




~~~Francine Roberts~~~
        04/06/2011

for Constance's 'Write Me a rippling Stream'
         contest


Details | Quatrain | |

Memories On Branches

An old board and a rope had made me a swing,
Sitting there when I was around the age of nine,
I curiously looked up to see the first sign of spring,
Where a robin was building a nest of twigs entwined.

Summer's heat burned my shoulders, so I sought shade,
I climbed up into your strong arms at the age of fourteen,
Along with a book, I relaxed in a solitude no one could invade,
I found myself lost within the pages and the leaves of green.

On a lazy, autumn afternoon, at the age of twenty-three,
I raked the dead leaves that buried my feet into a pile,
Through the orange limbs my black cat peered down at me,
Then leapt from the tree to play among the leaves for awhile.

Now, as I am rapidly approaching the age of thirty-one,
Branches are encased in ice, as winter continues to unfold,
From my window, I see the cardinals and the disappearing sun,
Reminding me that life still survives in the bitter cold.





March, 7th, 2014

Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Memories On Branches"


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 | Tanka | |

I love all seasons

      ( seasons that I love )    5-7-5-7-7       Tanka poetry.

I love all seasons;
Plants and flowers bloom in spring
Birds sing in summer
Leaves tumbling down in autumn  
Snow caps mountains in winter


By Dr Ko Ko Thein (a) Dr Mya Thein


Details | Rhyme | |

My window of time

Looking through the lattice like grid                                                                             One pane springs forth the budding greens                                                                      flowering colors, an early sun so vivid                                                                              As seasons change, so the reflective scene                                                                        Viewing next pane but not quite the same                                                                    greener a child dives into watery sheen                                                                          to cool himself from the suns hot flame                                                                         As the next pane turns a little frosty,                                                                            greens leave for the coming golden and reds                                                                   A light rain dances on the lake, geese are lofty,                                                              as times change, yet wings of beauty are spread                                                         Icicles drip in the window, cold has returned                                                                    but the white shimmering lights remain                                                                       The woven snowflakes and a child turns                                                                         glides across the lake spins the last pane


Details | Monorhyme | |

Seasonal Poem

This poem is dry/ 
Free from liquid tongues/
It cries out loud as the misty words blown reflects winter/ 
Hearts cold / 
This poem is mine/ 
Re-read it after a while/ 
The message turns warmer in time/
You are told/
It carries old expressive survivors who died in the future/ 
Marry words that lose leaves but surviving the bitter cold season/ 
Words that bought blankets for them lyrical branches/ 
This poem is sweet/
Dry poems have rights to be pleased/ 
This poem is sweet/
Rhymes shelter on the sentence's rooftop before engagement parties/ 
Rhyming sessions/
Cut and paste scissors blur the vision/
Not true expression/
Bees group hug in mud of resurrected angels to echo this poem/ 
Echo this poem/
Spread the word in this cold world/
We will all get warm/


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 | 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 | Monorhyme | |

Seasons Change

     Spring wets
    Summer sweats
      Fall regrets
    Winter forgets


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry

Beneath groaning wood

And shrill midsummer whistling

Cherry blossom girl


Details | Haiku | |

a kiss of sunshine

a kiss of sunshine pouty crimson horizon cock-a-doodle-doo


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms Jamboree

Cherry blossoms bloom; the townspeople sing, laugh, dance: hope springs eternal.


Details | Rhyme | |

Wafting Leaves

Crimson leaves gently wafting to the ground, thou hast done thy duty!
You graced my maple tree, now you adorn my lawn with untold beauty!
I saw thy nativity as buds in spring and throughout the summer days.
Now in the autumn of thy lives you carpet my lawn with scarlet blaze!

Alas, the subtle winds of October loosed thy grip on that ancient tree.
It saddens me somewhat to see thee go but you've had a glorious spree!
I saw thee dancing in the summer breezes and you provided shade for me.
You weathered the storms of pelting rain and hail with grace and dignity!

Robins that nested 'neath thy sheltering canopy have taken wing,
But they'll return to set up housekeeping again come next spring!
Squirrels scurried 'mongst thee, playing hide and seek on summer days,
And sprawled 'neath thy jade umbrella to avoid the sun's searing rays!

You've shed thy brilliant leaves and now the old maple looks so stark.
As if in prayer, its barren limbs reach for the sky with furrowed bark!
I anticipate thy return next spring - you've given me so much pleasure!
Bleak winter days lie ahead but the beauty of thy season I shall treasure!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Entry for Carol Brown's "Leaves" Contest


Details | Light Poetry | |

MEMORIES ON BRANCHES

            

              Scrumptious sight of prairies and grass
       Ardent beaming of flower buds and buzzing bees
         Leafless coils, branches of trees become alive
          Hastening! Arousing everyone's joy and vive
             Everyone happy on cheerful springtime!

             A cotillion trips and chirps of jolly birds
         From some distance, I have started to heard
         Fantastic shun and kisses of pretty butterflies
       Tempting all species of flora and fauna to thrive
        Welcoming, beckoning the heat of summertime!

         First crisp of breeze, creating dew in morning
Canopy of red and orange leaves from branches, enchanting!
      Turning the world into a canvass of nature's brush
  Unnoticeable, such romantic dash making anyone blush
  Revel, embrace the sweet amorous season of autumn!

                 Solid chilling raindrops of snowflakes
                Giving warning: careful during breaks
            Covering branches, bringing icy cold aches
                Yet, skiing an exhilarating cool escape
             Delight in the coolness ambiance of winter!

                                         BY
                                    olive_eloi
                                     2:22 pm
                                   02/26/2014

CONTEST: MEMORIES ON BRANCHES
SPONSOR: GAIL ANGEL DOYLE
4TH PLACE


Details | Rhyme | |

Memories Resurface

 It was winter, and I ceased to remember. 
 No dandelion blooms in December. 
 Their presence hadn't been seen since fall, 
 but they were prominent, I now recall. 
   
 At spring's first touch I saw the color, 
 even yellower than butter. 
 My heart began to flutter at one's wake. 
 This flower was alive, not a plastic fake. 
 Then everywhere they seemed to appear--- 
 the color of sun, the color of cheer. 
 Overwhelmingly, they possessed every lawn, 
 greeting each peculiar dawn. 
   
 As summer's sun began to blare, 
 their distinguished color dissolved into air. 
 Then something curious began to settle. 
 A magician's act dressed each faded petal 
 with points as lovely as songbirds nearby, 
 soft and clustered as lashes of the eye. 
 I could make a wish to blow them away, 
 but they'll leave more remnants as they stray. 
 They'll sprout with the sun and a soil that's wet. 
 Maybe I could never forget.


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms Bee

Cherry blossoms call, beckon nature's majesty-- and the humble bee.


Details | Rhyme | |

TOGETHER: Walking - Part 2

SPRING -

Winter's icy gray gives way
to a Spring time day
where the white and blue
of Sky is new.
We crack our eyes open
and crawl out of bed
thankful it's gone, ole Winter's dread.
Up and about
soon we're out
to see and smell
and give Spring a shout,
a happy "Hallelujah"
for new life abounds
over formerly brown, now green grounds.
We experience
the grasses and the trees
along with the buzzing of bees
as they help create
the most amazing flowers
while other creatures find a mate.
I don't blame them at all
for in you I've found
my mate, my partner
and in us Love can abound
with the Lord as our gardener.
For He alone planted us,
watered and fed us,
protected us and brought us
together in this walk of life.

SUMMER -

When all the blooms
have bloomed
and the bees
have buzzed
its warmer, moist air
that tells us Summer is here.
We walk toes in sand
hand in hand
wanting ocean sprays
to counteract the Suns rays.
To sweat and burn
something in which we both have a turn
is what can make Summer
a sometimes bummer.
But, to walk and swim
we have to experience again and again.
For I'll never tire
of your Summer attire,
a sun dress
or a lot less
when we shower off
the sweaty sands
and keep touching each other with our hands.
O Summer,  O Summer
how I love those long days
and how you show me all the ways
that your love for me heals
and my love for you still feels.

I want our walks
to feel like they'll last forever
as we hold hands and hug
we're being healed inside
during all these seasons of our life
along with God as our guide.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Cycles of Time

Slowly the leaves turn to different browns
bright chestnut, mahogany and walnut
each glistening with the dew of daybreak
a few starting to fall, spinning round and round

A chill wind blows in from the north
hoar frost hanging, sparkling fingers
ice underfoot makes it treacherous
and still the colours keep changing

Hot sultry sinful summer days
wafting scents tantalising noses
colourful splashes through the bed
crops growing, swelling ears of corn

Farmers hard at work bringing in the harvest
fodder for the cattle and wheat for our bread
a most bounteous feast is spread before us
put aside bad feelings and share together

Although Spring is the time of Rebirth
Autumn gives us the harvest of plenty
and so the circle of nature is complete
after autumn leaves comes a time to sleep

Now the lands lie farrow, resting and waiting
soon the snows of winter coating the land
the seeds lay sleeping waiting for spring
all this, mother nature freely gives to us


Details | Light Poetry | |

Miss Springs' Seedy Side

Miss Spring arrived quite early today...
She brought with her some rain..Hooray...
Her job description is to assure...
That the garden will endure...
All the habitants needed...
And even the seeded....
Her first assignment of her duties..
Will be to match up all the cuties..
Like Azaleas , Iris, Pansies and more... 
a Rose with a Rose...and even more...
A home for everything, even Anthills...
Right next to the bright yellow Daffodils...
However even the flowers have rebels who seek,
Pleasures that are.. that of the weak...
And sometimes it is beyond  Miss Springs grasp..
That “ new” faces show up...with no names..Alas !
You hear them in whispers..when the wind blows threw the grass...
They are the “ love childs” produced by the rebels you see...
 they are called “ Wildflowers “ and picked by both you and me...
But, it’s not here where the story ends...
Cause even Miss Spring has a “ seedy “ side my friends...
And as the months pass...she too changes..
Sometimes even exchanges..
And sells herself out..what a bummer..
She gets “ hotter “ and changes her name...to Summer




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Blushing

the spring's warming wisp                                                                                           heats the summer blaze sunshine's                                                                               delicate first kiss


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Seasons Turning

The wind turns rustling the reddish-brown leaves. 
Trees stand devoid of their cover and howl
Like bathers caught without a green towel.
The wind turns, the arctic soul misconceives.
The snows pile up around my silver car.
Outraged the trees thrash and howl in the wind
Smarting like young children regimented.
The snows pile up; the heart is as stones are.
The iris bloom, couples old, young elope.
Buds develop forth from bare twigs and grow,
A bald man farming a new luscious mo.
The iris bloom, the heart feels raptured hope.
The grass browns the dams are slowly emptied.
Branches hang drooping in the severe sun,
Young mothers at their hot sinks deflated.
The grass browns the heart resigns abandoned.
You seduce others, caress them and give
Love, mine remains fervent and I forgive.


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An Ode to my friends


communication from above the air 
random as it doesnt compare 
the meet of peoples taste
so many exceptions, unknown where it leads
but a friend can call on formiddible times
can suprize and place you up there 
on that higher ground
where we all belong
they can be the calling we need
the lift that stands
the love we crave 
we all meet at random places
or odd situations 
we have the best times
the moments we never forget
the memories we look back years later
and just smile 
thankful we had the time 
and wish we had all over 
again and again 
always repeat those days 
those conversations 
the real deep and meaningfuls 
for what time we may have these tresured lives 
that we share 
may not be for long
but id never let go of those times
they made me who i am 
the path i walked on 
i might not see them all the time 
but i do think about them 
how i smile from to ear to ear 
money cant buy that
no one can replace that 
so with age comes being wise.. at times 
and its those days that we had 
makes life abit easier to live 
they keep us going 
and we never forgot them


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Changing Seasons

Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all

Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce 
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky
As sheets of white accumulate on the ground
And weigh down the healthiest trees,
Teasing those ready for winter festivities.
Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and
Once the sledding and snowball fights are done,
Into their warm homes, all will run,
Hiding under hoards of fleece 
Until it’s time for spring to come free.

Pleasant and lively, spring is,
With liber rains falling lavishly
On soil beds of assorted seeds,
Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners
Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms
Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips.
Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries
Entice the onlookers waiting to pick
The ripest harvest in a timely manner
And savoring them until summer can flare.

Fierce and fervent, summer is
With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure.
People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water
As a radiant sun desiccates the land.
Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere
And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air.
Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night
As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars,
Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear

Calm and homely, autumn is
Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over.
Crisp leaves bustle about the ground,
Trapped by flurries of whirring winds
Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in
And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked.
Families huddle together around brilliant fires
While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape,
And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.


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A Seasons Dance

Autumn, a kittens purr before wakening jolt.
Sincere colors that differ each day,
Each fall day creeps up before winters bolt.
After barrenness thrives of nature’s way,
Sensual frosty covers, arrive as new born colt.
Only bold sunlight brilliantly begins to play.
Nature’s swing of new birth begins the molt.
Spreading beautiful dancers, this shall stay.
Delivering stanzas until another natural revolt,
All the seasons parade into cascading array.
Now the bold days of summer, defend the gray.
Creating blooming artifacts upon our display,
Each year delivers, only, what we all weigh.


Written by—Cecil Hickman 
Written on-- September 29th, 2013 


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Escape

Toes caged for too long.
Waiting for their freedom to
be hugged by green grass


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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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Life Is Like

Life is like a warm summer day;
Full of obstacles and delay.
Like is like a summer past;
No single moment will ever last.
Life is like some winter snows;
It has its high points and its lows.
Life is like a winter sky;
Beautiful, until the day you die.
Life is like an autumn wind;
Chilling you through 'til the end.
Life is like an autumn moon;
Foretelling of something coming soon.
Life is like a spring rain;
Giving you something to gain.
Life is like a spring child;
Always smiling, always wild.
Life is short,
So live it tall
And God will see
You through it all.



(Dedicated To Ebony Webb R.I.P)


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Summer's coming

Some days the Spring is cold and grey
And drizzling rain is no surprise.
It seems that nature's lost her way
But soon the Summer sun must rise.
        While rain washed blooms can find no bees
        A worm is still a blackbird's prize.
        The sparrows fuss and skulk in trees
        But soon the Summer sun must rise.
And what of you my nature's child,
Will I find love inside your eyes?
I love to watch you running wild
But soon the Summer sun must rise.
        Some days the Spring is cold and grey
        But soon the Summer sun must rise.



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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


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Four Seasons

I look at the seasons and what do I see
But wonder and awe at Gods tapestry

The spring is so beautiful as it brings new life
Song birds are singing defusing my strife
The gardens are sprouting with wonderful care
Each one a mosaic with all of its wares

When summer rolls by now what do I see
But bikinis and girls that are so heavenly
There's hot rods galore with classics too
They rev and they roar looking so new

Now as fall settles in a season so fair
The leaves are a changing with a nip in the air
Now frost is a coming to put nature asleep
But the colors it gives is quite a treat

As winter arrives it blankets the ground
With a white soft coating that surely abounds
The animals are nestled each in their own beds
Dreaming of spring where they lay their heads

Another year over the seasons are fun
Next year will be new with that I am done






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Season's Queens

Queen Autumn with fall colors in her wake,
Bows to her rival queen Snowflake.
Falling into a long season's sleep,
Iced glitters adrift to blanket a castle keep.

Queen Winter of the ice crystals stalling,
At queen Spring impended calling.
Secreted behind Aurora Borialis lights,
Tinkling laughter on the long chilly nights.

Queen Spring with beguiled renewing smile,
Refreshed from sleeping a long winter's mile.
Waves her scepter of manifold tinted light,
Awakening the flowers with multi-colors bright.

Queen Summer zestier then Spring,
Shines her radiance over everything.
Sunny skies beam over the land,
Overseeing the assembly of castles in warm sand.

Queen Summer in all her glorious splendor,
Realizes soon she must surrender.
Sighing she regretfully wanes,
Yielding to queen Autumn’s solemn reins.

Queen Autumn with fall colors in her wake,
casts out her tint with intent to remake.
Readying the land for Queen winter's calling,
Dormant trees with speckled leaves falling.


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Autumn's Arms

Written November 17, 2013


The summer dies slowly
Into autumns arms
And winter does linger
Until spring breathes at dawn
I've fallen for you
Cast under your spell
My gaze as stone
As the old towne well
My face as pale
As the moon in the night sky
My heart unspoken
Left wondering why
These days are so chaotic
Yet these nights so serene


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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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Charm Of Spring

Rhythm created on water tends to kill 
Images of trees and sky reflected in lake 
Still water but, not any more still 
At least not dry or frozen and opaque 

Creating a wonderful picnic spot 
Inviting place for geese to immigrate 
Time to make trips and enjoy a lot 
Deer will stay out long to graze 

For next few months of spring and summer 
Artists will come with canvas and brushes 
Boating or may be fishing can occur 
Trees will wear colourful dresses. 

Sky will finally get rid of grey cover 
The vision can roam clearly and further 
Fog will entirely vanish from atmosphere 
Season to enjoy the beautiful youth of nature 

Vibrant colours of spring will be hidden 
They will not be so in summer and fall 
Leaves will turn first green then golden 
And will not be in winter at all. 


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Enjoy Natures Thrill

The feeling of grass beneath my feet,
the smell of fresh roses in the air;
The need to quench my thirst,
and shield my eyes from the suns’ bright glare.

The craving I have for an ice-cream,
and all of my prayers for the rain;
There’s no question about it,
-Summer is here once again!

No wind to cool your skin,
life depends on the swimming pool;
If I lived beside the coast,
perhaps at night I’d be more cool.

The stars above me laugh,
they know I’m not at peace;
In Summer they watch as I melt;
and in Winter I’m wrapped up in fleece.

There’s no winning with this weather;
I long for the Autumn and Spring;
I hate the coldness of Winter;
and the discomfort that Summer can bring.

But I love the Summer’s night sky;
and the distant storms that crawl;
I love the smells after the rain;
And looking up from beneath trees that are tall.

My mind’s in such a muddle;
perhaps that’s why I can’t be still;
I guess I should learn to adapt;
and just enjoy, natures’ thrill. 


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Love untitled


she's gone 
Without a good bye 
and these tears I cry 
I don't know why 
Finding it hard 
to carry on 
I still don't know 
where we went wrong 
How can this be 
when you're everything 
my eyes still see 
'My Love' 
I thought I just heard her say 
Guess, I was remembering yesterday 
Yes, I was dreaming of better days 
Only God knows the rhyme and reason 
we were sown together 
for a season 
Winter Spring Summer Fall 
I'll always remember 
the one I love 
best of all 
'My Love' 
Kills me everyday 
hearing those words 
that I long to say 
I wonder if they're 
really being true 
Like I was when 
I said them to you 
Now I know what 
good bye can do 
Now I know I'll be 
missing you 
'My Love' 
I thought I just heard her say 
Sometimes we'll loose even if 
the choice is not ours to choose 
Only God knows the rhyme and reason 
we were sown together 
for a season 
Winter Spring Summer Fall 
I'll always remember 
the one I love 
best of all 
'My Love'


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The Sugar Skulls

Life begins, with morning dew

Beneath the earth a small pod waits

Till the eyes of winter steals

A glimpse of spring, then knows its fate

Among remains of those gone past

There is hope left on their face

To most, it's viewed as death

But life still leaves its trace

And when the sad tail ends

Those that passed, will lie there rotten 

Till the blossom reigns again

Upon the forehead, of the forgotten 


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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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Poignant Haiku

spring dream
a rooster stirs the stillness
into dawn


distant hill
a river carrying
the spring


rolling out
of the rice fields –
remaining snow


spring’s end
my infant fingers 
the fallen petal


sun bath
an eagle circles
the day moon

 
autumn dawn --
mother serves white rice
on an almond leaf

 
autumn sky
patches of twilight
in the falling leaf


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The beauty of time

Petal by petal,
they dropped to the floor.

Petal by petal,
They'd rot to the core.

Smiles are dying,
as the sun melts down.

Smiles are dying,
as the ominous sky inks the whole town.

The tide is coming,
to take you out.

The tide is coming,
to flout the sand.

Daylight will break,
warming the earth.

Daylight will break,
and so grows its birth.





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Seasons Of Affairs

The deadly air of autumn’s blow
Empowered winter’s cold to flow,
But spring’s warmness began to grow
Releasing summer’s smoothing glow.

It started out as a mer gaze,
Bringing my lonely heart ablaze,
We were lost in a lovely maze
Surviving the long autumn days.
 
Can we handle the freezing cold?
The one that wraps us close and hold
Unto each other like glimmering gold
As time stops, turning us into winter’s mold.
 
We slit in half when spring arrived
As I believed love was thrived,
I felt you had my heart revived
But it was clear you were contrived.
 
Now summer begins to boil down
And I can see all your endless frown,
You indeed fooled me like a clown
So now I watch our affair slip, drown.
 
Summer was to bring us together,
But spring showed we’re light as feather,
In winter we were twined with tether,
Did you enjoy autumn’s weather?


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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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Appalachian Seasons

We welcome Spring with blooms
From bright red and yellow tulips
It feels like the season of flumes
With the scent of fresh hyssops

Summer skies roll on around
With gently floating white clouds 
Fresh mown lawns cover the ground
Leaving crisp, emerald shrouds

When Autumn happens through
With orange, red and amber hues
The entire world is a changed view
Mountains painted brilliantly new

Winter covers the world in white
Enchanting icicles hanging from trees
All the world is dazzling even at night
It’s a wonderland of a peaceful freeze

Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter
In the Appalachian Mountains we find
There is no place to be found any better
Seasons of bliss surround us with a design

God’s paintbrush has chosen our world
To leave impressions of such joy and beauty
Colors assorted, mixed and swirled
To create a vision of dreamy bounty

 ©July 29, 2014
Written for Vibrant Verses Contest


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Seasons

Brief moment in time
Spring, summer, autumn, winter
Epoch of wonder


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Daisies and the Way to Undress Summer.

“Dress me in daises,” I said, as if flowers could cover my skin in respectable ways, and
he smiled as my shoe boxes of paint tipped over, as the floor became art and the way I
walked towards him smeared my heart at his feet.


We captured laughter this way, drawing insensibilities in between us, and there was an
element of beauty in the grin of a child when it appeared to dance across his grown up
cheeks, an attraction to Peter Pan, and blond hair in the summer, as I thought I could
capture July...


The month used to sit beside my bed, fluttering night lights to save me from dreams, stars
danced in mason jars and fairytales were whispered beyond moonlight as I wrote them in my
dreams, as I watched seasons disappear into morning light.


I arrested kisses with a word and slipped them in my pockets, he commented on the rips
that always decorated the hems of my blue jeans, I played with the brown flowered
patches at me knees, I looked at him and told him my secrets, I whispered content beneath
the spring as we watched summer rise, as the sky became a canvas and I wished my hands
were more capable...


“Show me the way beyond you,” he requested, as my glance became puzzled, “Show me who you
are.”


He handed me a daisy, he told me to undress, I studied the petals as they fell to my feet,
my toes became blanketed...

and I walked towards him...


the decoration of spring mapping out my heart, and he smiled with a mouth that grinned
when he spoke my name, when he laughed in the fashion of a child and held me under
moonlight when spring faded and summer came.





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HURRICANE OF SPRING

A spiteful spring arrived with scarce sunshine...
hurricane Andrea caused
misery and sadness!


We did not enjoy
a single day anywhere;
last spring was awesome...
warm winds from the Northern skies
didn't bring back gloomy winter!


It's the beginning
of summer and it's still cool...
we long for hot days!


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Seed of Birth

Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known. 
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found. 
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not. 
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow.  Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.  
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain. 
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in? 
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
                    The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.


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The Swaying of the Grass

1.

 

A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,

 

sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

Along the path,
lightness settles within,

 

feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,

 

swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,

 

brushing the remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,

 

teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,

 

to silently be.

 

4.

 

Walking on,
savouring the peace,

 

a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,

 

all is quiet,

 

a stillness cradling fractured emotions,

 

the grass in the fields sway,

 

dusk descends,

 

shadows lengthen,

 

nudging dimming light to take leave,

 

of the day


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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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Nursery of Winds

In the glistening of Spring
young winds are born,
hatchling mouth gaping
for frozen bits of thermal carrion,
gleaning what nourishment they can
from the keening of last winter’s gales.

Summertime zephyrs are on their own,
casting themselves in currents of warmth,
deciding from moment to moment 
whether they will caress or sting.
They move as they must
for only those most fit
may sail forward into Fall.

Late autumn gales dance in glee,
plucking the trees for adornments
to dress themselves, pushing
the dead scales of summer
through wild ranges
to line west facing cliffs
in hopes of spawning anew.

And in the depths of winter’s bite
they prance in waxing and waning strength,
mating with abandon,
showcasing the power of vernal rage,
cradling each other’s breezes
in the glacial nooks of high rocks,
Scattering truth in their wake,
waiting for Spring.


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Thinking

I often wonder,
In those fragile moments between dream and waking,
If what I know of good,
And what I I know of evil are what creates the complexity that is me.
Do the two intertwine,
Compacted together so they form some semblance of normality?
Or if they are opposing forces,
Neither winning in a battle of dominance over my psyche.
The later of these two appears to be the case,
Because I'm always the same,
But so very different after each and every passing moment.
Peering inside myself,
I imagine that this is what I would see:

I can be shallow as a puddle,
Growing ever smaller under the summer sun.
Or deep as an ocean trench,
Teeming with mystery.
I can be childish as a girl on her first day of school,
At first too scared to let go of her mother,
And then off making friends with everyone nearby.
Or I can be wise as the old woman,
Seeing so much more of the world in seconds,
Knowing every secret at a glance.
I can be smooth and cold as marble,
Indifferent and never yielding.
Or rough as the bark of a sun bathed oak,
Showing all that I have openly.
I can be harsh as a blizzard,
Searing with my very touch.
Or gentle as a spring breeze,
Playfully whistling in your ear.
I can be sorrowful as a summer monsoon,
Raining torrents until no more will come forth,
Or cheering as a spring rain that leaves a rainbow in its wake.
Of devil or angel,
I choose neither.
Both deny themselves the freedom I hold so dear.
The ability to choose between kind or cruel,
Gentle or harsh,
Raging or comforting,
And most of all,
Between hate or love.
I am me,
No one else,
And all the warring elements that make me are the most ugly,
And beautiful things in the world.
All these and so much more are who I am,
Who I can be,
And what I long for myself to grow into.
But,
As all things must someday,
These thoughts drift away,
Lost once again inside me.
Fading as the night does once it reaches dawn,

For I am in that space between dream and waking no longer.

Instead,
I find myself seated in Biology,
With my teacher shooting daggers from her eyes,
Asking pointedly if my nap had been restful enough.
And I say how sorry I am,
Scrambling to answer her,
Working fervently until she turns away.
Then and only then,
I smile.,
For somewhere in between heart and mind,
All those things still exist.
Waiting until I can wonder again,
To find them in that space,
Both singular and vast.
 Ever searching for the thing that one calls a soul.


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Nocturne of The Orient

Nocturne of The Orient

I woke upon a winter’s morn,
To find that summer had long gone.
And simpler games of summer days
Have turned to chess--where I’m a pawn.
I feel my heart where it was torn--
As sharp of edge as with a knife--
And know that I have lost the ways
That sheltered me from winter’s strife.

And where were you my summer song?
When I awoke no more to hear
Your graceful melody of care
Float gently ‘round and fill my ear
With essence, pure! Still lingered long,
Your heartfelt tune of life and loss--
To close my eyes would see you there;
An ancient soul of yin* and joss.**

Though shorn from life, my sweetest dreams
Still come to me when dusk brings sleep.
That little death that brings release,
While still I slumber dark and deep,
And rends my night upon its seams,
When wondrous sights I do behold--
That bring at last my soul some peace,
And chase out much of winter’s cold.

© Copyright 2013 Shawn H. Hall - All Rights Reserved

*yin - the feminine passive principle in nature that in Chinese cosmology is exhibited in darkness, cold, or wetness and that combines with yang to produce all that comes to be. Hence, yin=Femininity, and yang=masculinity.

**joss - a Chinese idol (or roughly, a deity). AKA, Spirituality

Thus, an ancient soul of femininity and spirituality.


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Fuji horaana

wisteria cascades                                                                                                       the rich pendants wave in wind                                                                                       a flowery den                                                                                      				- Whimsical Wisteria Gardens and Tunnel in Japan


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September's Child Part two

  ( continued from September's Child Part one)

But Autumn does not love Winter
Autumn yearns for Spring
But Spring with her bubbling laughter
It is Summer she chases after
Hurt and disgusted Autumn becomes
A season of depression for his love rejected
His leaves of orange, red and gold
Turn to a decaying brown.

He tries in vain to change
To conquer Winter
Yes if this he could do
Then Spring will he be with
But Winter strong, her winds they blow
She buries him with blizzards of snow.

September's Child
A love he has lost
September's Child
Alone and tormented
Spring she will not have him
Summer shines him by
Winter she does control him
Autumn the season when love dies.

September's Child through he breathes
The breath of life
Deep inside he has died
For a love he can not have.

Came September I looked up at the trees
Red, orange , gold were her leaves
I plucked a few from her arms
And kept them in a paper sack of brown.

And I released them into the wind
That Spring.


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THE FOUR QUEENS

The Spring Queen....... 
Delicate blooms 
Fresh and new 
Emerging colour too 

Her dress..... 
The colour of new green, 
finished off in blue 
Edged in snow drops 
They follow her too 

A walk through the trees 
The lightest touch of her hand 
and the leaves come forth 
Banishing the winds from the north 
That special bond... 
With spring honey bees 
The colour................ 
All from the Spring Queen's wand 

A crown wrought from gold, 
set on flaxen hair 
Set with jewels and leaves 
The colour to unfold 
Such magic the wand weaves 

Spring Queen......... 
budding colours........ 
to be seen 
Fresh and green 

Spring Queen,  touching summers day 
The full blossom 
Summer Queen 
Tumultous green 
The colour at play 

The summer flowers 
The colour glows 
The Summer Queen walks through 
Forests and meadows 
The colour changing too 

Summer queens' crown 
Finest gold............ 
Bejewelled in flowers 
A caress of hand............... 
Petalled land.... 
All around 

Dense leaves 
of forest green 
Gild the brocade....... 
of the Summer Queen 

Summer beginning to fade 
Autumn coming............. 
Autumn Queen, 
sweeping through the glade 

Leaves turning, 
the sun , no longer burning 
Rich orange and red 
Yellows and browns too 
Colour changing, 
with Autumn's tread 

Shades of brown and red......... 
on her cape 
The leaves begin to fall....... 
With a toss of her head 
She makes her way to the hall 

The quiet rustle....... 
Of Autumn....... 
On her bustle 
The colour to fall............. 
As she walks to the castle wall 

Her crown of bronze...... 
and turning leaves 
Scattered trail........... 
To the hall 
Welcoming hail 
The end of Autumn 
The Autumn Queen grieves 

The passing of... 
The wand so... 
North wind.......... 
The first winter snow 

Winter crown.......... 
of the Winter Queen 
Platinum and fox fur......... 
The finest seen....... 

The wand changing too...... 
Once bronze....... 
Now blue, 
chased with silver..... 
The stars flew 

Quiet fall of snow......... 
From the north wind 
So long ago........... 
Lost reasons.......... 
The changing seasons 

The four Queens 
Within......... 
Natures ring..... 
Natures call 
The castle wall......... 
The wand that binds them all 


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Seasons' March

I greet the morning with anticipation, bubbles 
of excitement inside, straining forward to walk 
outside and stroll among the flowers my hands 
have planted and cared for over the past years, 
the weigela from our youngest daughter, tomato 
plants from her daughter, the dill we placed nearby
to warn off bugs, the orange rose bush from Aunt
Juanita, as happy in my yard as hers, my mother’s 
petunias, flowering almond, and variegated sedum, 
four Alberta spruce, grown several times their size 
as when my brother gave them to me, prior to his
quiet acceptance of death after he lost the battle 
with brain tumor. A hibiscus bush, with its dinner-
plate-size blooms, the longed-for weeping willow, 
living strong where two others before had perished, 
a pink, wild-rose ground cover, spreading more each 
summer,  the crape myrtle my husband hauled in from 
another state, azalea bushes thriving after many false 
starts, spring clematis in deep burgundy, and another 
September one of miniature white stars, framing the 
arch given to me by our only son-in-law on Mother’s 
day, the red rose climber from our eldest son, mums 
everywhere, joining the celebration of season’s end,
as I now contemplate the closeness and inevitability 
of my own.

 

 


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The Fireflies Danced

In the late of autumn you noticed me and I trusted for what seemed to be the first time.
And the night found us talking alone, the stars surveying us, smiling on our innocence as
the evening's chill gave us leave to be closer.
But the winter brought change and with the snow came solitude.
You were far from me.
And days passed.
And springtime spread before me.
And summer found me busy, but watching you from the corner of my eye, hoping you saw me
too, holding my breath in anticipation.
But no change came.
And though, I longed to dance with you across the fields, bathed in moonlight, you were
out of reach... and the fireflies danced instead.
So, fall approached and the soft warm sunlight caught in the changing leaves, but the
coolness in the air did not draw us together again.
No, it only reminded me of our distance.
So, I learned to admire this beauty without you, but still I watched you from afar.
Yet, winter passed, spring faded, and summer stretched.
And the fireflies danced again.
Autumn fell, winter slipped, and spring unwound.
And the fireflies danced again.
And those months filled themselves with friends and laughter and lessons and tears, but
still I waited for you.
And the fireflies danced again.
So, slowly I relinquished certain things: ideals and daydreams, but not hope.
And the sun still cast a warm glow on the leaves and the wind continued to remind me of
you and spring never ceased to be itself.
And in their time, the fireflies danced again.
And I laughed deeper and loved more freely and I discovered that even when I put it all on
the line, I really couldn't lose it all.
Somehow, I always walked away with something.
And that year I marveled at those blinking, winged lights and I learned who I was and what
it meant most to be me and I let people in and I allowed myself to dream dreams without
you, to let you go.
And finally, those airy lights, those firefly friends of mine, brought back the fondest
memories... and at last I danced with them.


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dusty wind of the coachella valley

Spring has spent her youth
her hours have swiftly gone
summer comes burning like an aching tooth
Dusty wind blow softly on

Keep back the blasting heat
that leaves no stone to rest upon
the very earth burns the feet
Dusty wind blow softly on

Gently kiss one last spring flower
bury her seed before your powers wan
awaiting silently some spring shower
Dusty wind blow softly on.


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Watch the World Turn

The world turns,
Changing every second,
With every whisper of the wind
Every movement of the sea,
Every song of the birds,
All the earth is in motion

Look at your surroundings
And see the change incarnate

Watch as spring first begins –
The flowers in their bloom
The trees all green and glorious
The sky a crystal clear,
All the world seems light and weightless
We see nature and smile at its beauty

Watch as spring bursts into summer –
The sun shining brighter,
The air feeling warmer,
The heat healing the earth,
All the world is free and cheerful
We feel fresh, vivacious and content

Watch as summer rolls into autumn –
The leaves turning all shades of orange
Nature taking on a deeper hue,
The cool starting to finally sink in,
All the world begins, school, work, and play
We adjust to a new routine 

Watch as autumn fades into winter –
The air getting crisper,
The days becoming shorter,
Glittering snow falling softly to the earth,
All the world is comfortable and cozy
We settle down to warm by the fire

Look at your surroundings,
And see the change incarnate
With every breath you take,
Watch the world turn.