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"September, beautiful month of my birth, is nigh, but I cannot feel glad." September, drifting in with glow of moon, you stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves. In guise of fire, the Fall comes all too soon. Your breath grows cool. You’ll blow and loosen leaves. The hills and woodlands will reflect new hues. You stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves. In Autumn’s chill, the colors are a ruse. For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze. The hills and woodlands then reflect new hues. Though warmth may linger through your final days, old Sun is waning, yet he still seems strong! For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze. September, you’re a melancholy song. Though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk! Old sun is waning, yet he still seems strong. October looms. . . Your ending will be brusque. September, drifting in with glow of moon, though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk. In guise of fire, the Fall comes all too soon.
by Andrea Dietrich For the contest of Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ "A Poem, Please"

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The Eternal Tree

I am Alive    Forever and always         Essence        Rebirth        Renewal
          I have earth to ground me      I have wind to move me   I have fire to cleanse         
     my     spirit        I have rain      to quench    my thirst    for growth
                      I have sun to    enlighten me        feed me  I am my own mother
              and an extension of the whole     I am   Earth         wind
                       rain   sun  fire    I am as old as life  and I am     as young
   as time   I am shelter to those who seek me   I am a bird  a flower and  the breath
              of the earth itself        I am exactly where I want to be     I am life
       I am first and last  the beginning and the end   I am one from many
                        I am what I am   I live  I grow  and I die. I am  Reborn unto myself
                                                          I am the great circle                   
                                                           My limbs know no                          
                                                           Boundaries; while                            
                                                           My leaves whisper                      
                                                           The one truth of the                      
                                                           Whole  through the           
                                                           Seasons changing
                                                            Colors that I wear 
                                                            Upon my   heart's                  
                                                            Sleeve, I'm home
                                                           To Earth Mother’s
                                                           Melodious  Life; I
                                                           Sing for the whole
                                                         World to hear - trees
                                                       Are Earth Mother's Song
                                                       Blowing 'round the leafy            
                                                  Globe; eyes of the world song 
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother   breath of the living   soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}

***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire

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Sensual And Beautiful

                      The sun disappears in the horizon somewhere
                          it's not just me who regards the beauty
                           The horizon is a lovely color spectrum
                              The sky is like a watercolor paper
                                The colors float across the sky
                             Small narrow clouds create stripes
                        The sun drink some water from the ocean
                           Dipped its colors carefully in the ocean
                                  Playing a bit with  the waves
                                       It is an amazing sight
                                    The colors are so intensive
                                     It is sensual and beautiful
                         The sun disappears in the horizon somewhere
                                        I do not know where
                        but it has given me an inner peace and pleasure

A-L Andresen :)

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low on horizon blood orange red sun sinks down setting in the west 8th January 2015

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Great Spirit, Hear Me

Great Spirit, Hear Me

Oh Great Spirit, voice I hear in my dreams
 maker of lakes, mountains and streams
            Hear me.

I ask as one of your children 
I seek food for family I must feed
 Slow the deer that I may find
 Send my arrow true to its mark
 Great Spirit be in this so kind

Let me hear the forest praise You
The morning sun obey your call
The Sky water our lands 
That our tribe may not fall

Your voice, wisdom and strength 
hidden in the trees and the rocks
Give my days greater length
That I may care for my family

Oh Great Spirit, life to live
  send your voice in the Wind
  food for our children to eat
Show us the beauty in your making.


Native American prayer.

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Red Sun


Brimstone's way up past the clouds 
Highlights against the ocean line
Beautiful sunrise, warm texture
Warning, the rooster!

Glorious yellow and orange mixture 
My source of great inspiration
Horizon against the wind 
Unmatched - beauty mark In the sky

 Itty Bitty Co. 

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Ode to Autumn

Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me

As dying embers gleam across the sea

In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,

Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.

I feel the joy this season has to share

In golden harvest that the branches bear,

And I am thankful for this blessed year,

For divine abundance I share so dear.

The sun and moon take on a special glow

As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.

Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,

Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.

When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost

I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.

© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong

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In The Desert

In The Desert

In the desert walks a man with no name
within its barren sands he seeks no fame
Survival is his only wish and only game
all burns, sticks or crawls nothing is tame

The rattlesnakes strike with poison gifts
nothing soothes, quenches or uplifts
A heat that singes as it burns on down
Rarely, if ever relief from a cloudy gown

Yes, O' yes, beauty does still hide here
found only if he can conquer his great fear!

note:  Fear of the danger a desert presents often clouds
 the beauty lying within. A proper emergency plan is a must
 when entering a desert.
Food, water and a compass are just the basic start.. 

Robert J. Lindley, Contest- In The Desert  , 09-14-2014

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Day Break

The sun slowly rises over the horizon
casting its rays turning night to day.
Chasing away the lingering darkness
revealing the hills and shadow cast valleys.

Details become more apparent showing
the pretty flowers and stately trees.
With lake's waters glistening brightly
reflecting the beaming sun rays.

Peace of day now shattered by
the raucous chorus of crows.
As dipping down they fly
mugging the other birds.

Soon scattering at gunfire
from the farmers crop scarer's.
Joyful tunes now abound
As song birds sing out their hearts

Welcoming dawn's warm rays
hustle and bustle as people awake
and tranquillity slips away
as dawn becomes full day. 

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When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.

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Desert Tears

            Desert Tears

Vast reservoirs of desert particles
Desert tears are sand grains lifted on the wind
They cry out to fill dunes to capacity
Pyramids of tears paying homage to the dead
The ghost white bones of old stand alone on the land
Sand fills every crevasse of their souls
Bleached white in sun light
No one is there to cry for the lost and gone
No one is there
The desert void saw to that with emptiness
Helped by an indifferent sun, its only friend
They dry the land together, gather up their dead
Count every bone down to the soul
Stretch them out along the miles   
Sand pours out tears like rain
Stings the eyes that cry
Cuts like sharp particles on the skin
Lost in storms along the way
Heads down, dejected 
And with the wind, sojourners disappear like magic 
Lifted to infinity and out of sight, never seen again
Desert tears mimic nature flowing out
Pretend to be rivers of real water to get it right 
In disguise as a mirage, under the soulless quiet sun

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Moon and Sun

Although we meet the dying day Our sun ensconced in melting blue The moon’s held high to swing and sway Her light may sprinkle, softest hue No other reason but for you There’s a time when all stars must go When the sky can hold only two And that is when my love will grow. One night, the whitest white will stray Snowflakes sticking to dying rue The sun may flash its final ray But after that, the golden’s through And once again the night is new We’ll let the winters beauty show The fireplace our burning cue And that is when my love will grow. There is a time in early May When flowers bloom and spring is new Then laughter shakes as children play Shrieking with fun that’s over-due Who could cry today, guess a few. . . I’ve felt the sunshine’s warmest glow One day I’ll feel your warmest, too And that is when my love will grow. When sunshine fades, moon glows anew; And when she dips once more, he’ll go And when they’re in the sky, just two- And that is when my love will grow.

Details | Ballade | |

Walking by the river

Walking by the river.

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

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

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

16 September 2004

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Crimson Sky

There’s scarlet within the warm sky tonight A crimson feel that envelopes alright I love the sight of every form of red Yellow seeps in with orange that bled World moves effortlessly along with this The colors of majestic times you wish I see the sky this dusk with awe and glee Seemingly to make me complete and free A crimson sky beams with peace and delight Sun dips into the ground and out of sight Birds recognize this beauty and dips down Reaches in the heart of the glow around Tranquil with love through the entry parlor The sky is filled with an awesome color
Russell Sivey Contest: CRIMSON SKY old/new peom Sponsor: S. K. A. T. 5/12/2013

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As Lovers Go

When Summer starts her transitory reign, King Sun, her beau, has steadily ascended, brightening a sky that, for a time, shall be his lovely mistress’ domain. He reaches out his welcoming warm rays across the span of Summer’s first official day, lengthening them just as far as he is allowed so he may well receive his paramour, enveloping her in the fullest of his golden grand embraces. But when night descends, Sun’s power wanes. His wife, a goddess, the fair and steadfast Luna, arrives to spell her king, along with her attendants, a host of radiant stars. Meanwhile, Mistress Summer softly slumbers, faintly breathing out the warmth that Sun has wrapped her in. So even in the dark’s coolness, she prevails. In the dewy dawn, when she awakes, Summer sees the beauty of her lover’s light and eagerly, she spurs her King Sun on. No two were ever so well-matched as these, for both heat up the days with their consuming ardor till the time of the equinox when Summer is exiled for nine months, to have her rebirth in the following year. And year after year, for what could be eternity, Sun bides his time, for he has many lovers. . . But as lovers go, it’s Summer who’s most expert at inciting the passion in his soul. by andrea dietrich/ Motif is nature. Also romance For the Impress Me Contest III of Giorgio V.

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Ever Turning Circle

In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.

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Leaves of Trees

O dried up leaf lying there on the ground Fallen from the top of a sturdy tree Where you viewed everything that was around While you bathed in the sunshine's glory You manufactured food from the sunlight And together with the help of the roots Faithfully nourished your parent just right Creating a sturdy tree bearing fruits In spring and summer you wore brilliant green And supplied shade to others from the sun In autumn you became more colourful and before winter dropped off one by one Even now as you lay there on the dirt Nature must move on in its cyclic line You shall soon become a part of the earth And become food for others of your kind
iambic pentameter

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This Sunset you Gifted me

I remember a sunset you gifted to me long ago an afternoon of sun,sky and sea paintbrush touch changing the sky indigo to pink golden sun turning soft was about to sink crimson sky looking down to see its reflection sea was too turning red its blue already gone few unknown birds in western sky on their last flight carrying sundrops on their wings whispered goodnight soon the sun went down and a hush engulfed all this sunset you gifted me I can still recall. ================000=================

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While I was standing near My Autumn tree

The audio version of the Poem can also be heard on my You Tube 
Channel 'RavindraKK1' or by using  the below given URL

While I was standing near My Autumn tree The Sun was fading, with all its grandeur and beauty, Somewhere far, very far away amid the Poplar trees. I was in a state of enchanted stillness, Beholding the gold which was showering on me, With every gush of wind coming from the east. The earth was wrapped in a lovely darkness, Slowly the Sun rays slipped away from the hands of the evening, but It embraced the night in her arms perhaps to console its forlorn heart. I was glued with the fragrance of Autumn, while the Sun was still fading slowly, Leaving only a yellow and radish glow in the sky. The golden leaves of Poplar were still falling on me, Coming to me while flying from the Poplar tree. Suddenly the birds said adieu to me, reminding me once again the passing of time, While I was standing near my Autumn tree. Ravindra Kanpur India 4th Sept. 2011
Poem submitted in honor of Brian Strand's contest SEPTEMBER-YOUR CHOICE

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Beneath the Suns glow

Beneath the suns Glow

Oh, how the trees gleam
Beneath the morning sun
White roses seep into my soul
A new day has begun
So many shades of beauty
Are seen in this morning glow
A lovely morning filled with spring
Oh how the love does flow.

Folk speak of love in many ways
But I see it loud and clear
On a morning such as this 
I can feel that God is here
Unbeliever I will never be
For I get up each morn
And love, sweet love is everywhere
As a brand new day is born

The birdsong touches heartstrings
And makes them sing along
With the morning chorus
I sing a lovely song
Cause God is there before me
Disguised as sweet spring morn
On this lovely morning
Such mystery is born.

20 October 2014

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A Wreath on Dusk

How often I have watched the sun descending into dusk, and dusk, absorbing sun, exudes bright flavors for the eye. It's eye candy, often variegated, splendid in its hue. Those hues, dessert at end of day, sweeten with succulent delight. What delight in skies of mango, cantaloupe or marmalade, a marmalade of tangerine with raspberry mixed in! Sometimes in vanilla skies are Crème brûlée or honeyed gold; golden dollops of meringue above a lemon ball of sun. Other times, sun lies concealed by clouds in chocolate skies, or chocolate with the purple-gray of poi in cotton candy wisps of pink - pink or bright red cherry heavens, sometimes luscious plum - that plum reflected in blueberry seas; what treat in watching dusk! by Andrea Dietrich/written Aug. 9, 2012 For PD's Nature Contest

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Feelings My Feelings

26th &27th January 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)

Alone I sat on the wet sands, Of the Sernabatim beach lands. The sun reflected blue sky, On the greenish grey waters it looked so dry. A sweltering sunny afternoon, With the heat I began to swoon. Alone, I moved myself into the waters warm, The breaking waves look to me like many a lifeless form. Warm waters I sense splash unto my waist, Cool salty breeze sting my moist lips and chest, sweat erased. The frothy waters seem so white, Feral imagination within me is beginning to run regressive and makes me feel all right. Alone I am rooted on the sandy shore, I have within me, coming to the fore, Feelings… deep feelings inside ignite, Need to hold on to them tight, The feelings incite, A poem in my mind’s eye I feel and now see, that I would have to write, Without any spite. Alone, I am in the waters warm, The breaking waters lash against me and quickly change form, To myself feelings that turn to spirity words I begin to recite, As I cast my eyes on nature around me from within springs delight, And in its own right, The poem begins to rewrite. Alone, I am in the waters warm, My feelings have begun to rewrite, In my mind without any spite, I am now filling myself with delight, As expression is flowing freely in its own right, And will transcend on to paper in black and white. Alone, I now sit, drenched, To the sands entrenched. Melts the noon, And evening falls attune, The sun reflected blue sky, Has now swooned away and I turn a blind eye. Alone, I now sit, drenched, Content in myself and with no feelings wrenched. Gratified….soothened…satisfied…pleased, Relaxed…happy….at ease and contented……eased.

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The yawning sun
Exhausted glides across the canvas of the infinite hues sky
Painting in its passage, with the reminiscences of the day,
A glorious resting place for the night to pass!

© Demetrios Trifiatis

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Sunset Tableau

Watching sunsets flare
Hypnotized we stare.
Horizons last light
Burning orange bright.
Heaven and earth one,
As our day is done.

Used Quote from the Little Prince 
“One day I saw the sun set forty-four times!’ ‘You know, when you’re feeling very sad, sunsets are wonderful.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Nette Onclauds Contest:
Design your Tableau 4th

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Kiss the Rain

~*~ To reach out and touch you Feel your warmth on my skin So intangible So surreal As sun sets on pillows And mist laden sorrows The dark windswept willows Now sleep till tomorrow Then come dance again As the sun sets up high And the whispering wind Carries a soft kiss of Spring rain As sun sets on pillows And snow covered mountains The crash of swift rivers Lift fleeting light fountains As dainty droplets fall Sending you sweet kisses Springs soft kiss of rain Come dance again As sun sets on pillows And oceans set motions The sweet songbirds chorus Fills a million emotions To reach out and touch you In Sring soft kisses of rain Come dance again.. ~*~

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Lavender Rain

Breezes WHISPER in the trees after cleansing rain;
FRAGRANCE of Wisteria WAFTS following rain

Thoughts of my love's LILTING bass voice WAFTING brings BLISS,
As FRAGRANT Wisteria comes with flowing rain

As SPLENDOR of sun peeking from behind a cloud;
The bright glow and warmth is as TRANQUILIZING rain

DULCET sun melts cares better than TRANQUILIZER___
Better even after a spring soft washing rain

ELOQUENCE of my love's romantic poems soothes the heart,
SUNFLOWER listens through LAVENDER flowing rain.

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Summer Scent

Summer scent is the smell of freedom
where we can escape the flavor of boredom
so we plan to have our vacation on the beach
where we can relax and fresh air is within our reach

The warm wind tenderly embraced my spirit
I felt excited on this first visit
on an island where refugees can find paradise
an island where spending time is wise

The dulcet breeze gently kisses lush green trees
and the mirthful sun smiles over the vast seas 
Where surfers play with gigantic waves
and are not certain on what road it paves

The fluffy clouds are smoothly sailing 
the birds are singing and harmoniously dancing
There are butterflies that are colorful in hue
like enchanted fairies changing colors from pink to blue

I need my sun block, it's time for swimming
the tables are full because later we're all eating
Ladies are smiling to many cool surfer dudes
Children are hungry seeing delicious exotic foods

I picked a shell that whispered peacefully in my ears
and we built castles that we fancied over the years
out of the small grains of white sands
and all you need is helping hands

God was really great in creating splendid wonders
that were loved by all especially the nature lovers
There are numerous oceans that are aquamarine
and abundant trees and grasses that are green

The brother sun was slowly hiding
because the sister moon was coming
I guess it was our time to pack
but there will come a time for us to go back

Go back to a place of leisure and freedom
where you'll not taste the flavor of boredom
It would be hard for us to say goodbye
because truly we will come back and say Hi!

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Woodland Romance

"A woodland path in the dappled sun hushed and quiet"

As creamy blue cloud rests on tall tender trees
Peeps of early morning sun still awakes  dossing greens
Dull dews are yet to vanish from their sheltering leaves
Silences of monastery still arrest woodland paradise
The songbirds are yet to reveal songs schedule of the day
The echoing breath of nature
Still nurture patient under slumber's custody
Only four naked legs print love on woodland moldered leaves
A perfect sanctuary for lucky cupid and Venus
As calming breezy strokes of nature
Lull perfectly braided hairs
Affection breathes rhythm to drumming tongues
Sweeping feelings conquer trembling flesh
As lips gently explore one another
Keen tender arms stroll awaiting avenues
As soft sweet moans arouse jealousy among woodland beings
'I love you' falls from ecstasy driven tongues
A perfect world is created by conjoined spirits
Where comfort nourish mind and soul
 It's now evening
 As weary sun leisurely walks home
A head still rests on sweeter-than-mattress subtle laps   

 Author: Joseph Osita
For Constance Rambling poet's contest: "Woodland Path"

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Fickle Sun

Fickle sun with watery eyes
low upon the horizon lies
hanging his boots over the side
of our soggy, rain weary world.
Disrespectful, his pipe smoke curled
around dripping mountains, blue dyed;
fickle sun with watery eyes
low upon the horizon lies.

My cute rain boots are filled with frogs!
The sun should shine! Old pedagogue
hanging his boots over the side,
over dripping mountains, blue dyed;
fickle sun with watery eyes
low upon the horizon lies.

October 11, 2014

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Golden sunlight rays Dancing on aqua blue sea Tangoing on the water Seductive glimmer Moving harmoniously Nature's beauty captivates 09~18~14 Contest: Choka Me Sponsor Dr Ram Mehta Structure 5,7,7,5,7,7 ~awarded 2nd place ~

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Summer Dreams

Golden goddess up above,
shine down on me rays of love.
Summer dreams, they come to me,
bright white sands on the beach.
Rays of sun that warm my skin,
waves of blue come crashing in.
Sailboats sailing in,
summer breezes, summer wind. 
Sandcastles along the shore,
summer rains, they always pour.
Summer dreams they come to me,
children playing on the beach.
Rays of sun that warm the sand,
couples walking, holding hands.
Baby blue summer sky,
summer dreams of you and I.

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Rainbow Skies

What would skies be without the mist,
Clouds colored by the dawn, sun kissed?

Such splendor rising pink and blue,
Lavender, silver, gold spun too.

Their shapes float softly through the sky
Cast in hues of Apollo's eye.

Gold, contrasts birds in silhouette
While dawn shines through their misty wet

As clouds express their sweet refrain
And we are blessed by morning rain.

When rainbows form in misty skies
Clouds present treasures for our eyes.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Details | Quatern | |

Lizard In Green

Green speckled lizard on the wall
Laps up the warmth on satin skin
It lies serenely in repose
A mellow dream it holds within.

Beneath the rays of shining sun
Green speckled lizard on the wall
Enjoys the feel of jagged stones
As end of summer turns to fall.

It does not move; beyond a doubt
It is caressed by nature’s pill
Green speckled lizard on the wall
Is drugged in bliss; the air is still.

As time goes by and evening nears
The homeward sparrows fly and call
The darkness falls but now there’s no
Green speckled lizard on the wall. 


2nd May 2014
Contest: Do You Know Quatern?
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed:  7th

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Smiling faces with bright graces
Towards the sun always their faces
Sunflowers like army soldiers
Turn respectfully when sun shines
Like thousand kids of sun on earth
Looking at the sun from the crowd
Greenish-brown like mud in centre
Surrounded by yellow petals
Like fire flame when burning bright
Like rays of sun their petals are
Their centre ground like fungi rocks
As fertile soil for plantation
Their combination bright and light
Like reflection of day and night.

Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari
All Rights Reserved

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Red Sun

~~ I stand upon jagged rocks, two birds dance with a red sun, wild water echoes below, moments lingering . . . ~~ June 21, 2013 Dodoitsu For the contest, Red Sun

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The Sun

Exceeding beauty
Sparkling through the window pane
The sunshine glitters

Details | Dizain | |

Rising Sun

Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence  
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.

Details | Free verse | |

Strawberries And Unknown Girl

     Strawberries And Unknown Girl

Strawberries grow unaided in the field
Green, red and magic on the day
Sentinels stationed; they speak kindly of the Sun
And sometimes of an unknown girl
She’s there just out of reach
In the air, partaking of sweet pleasures
Years collect themselves in silence
Still sense her song and mystery adrift
Along strawberry rows aligned in history
Those corridors of time in endless days at play 
And there she stays a fair young maiden
A constant unknown wonder to this day

Entered in - "I Love Rock N' Roll" Poetry Contest 11/14/14
Inspired by: John Lennon and The Beatles 
The song: Strawberry Fields Forever  

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The End

The time will come
When days will end.
All life will cease.
The end of Men.
The earth will die
With no remorse,
As nature takes
Its plotted course.
No children left
To wonder at the sky,
Asking all their questions 
With wondering eyes.
The time will come
When the sun will rise,
Only to be seen
By dead men’s eyes.
No plants to drink
The golden light,
They all will be gone
Struck dead in their plight.
The population will perish,
The world will stop;
All will be gone,
Animal, plant, human, and crop.
The time will come
When all will grow dark,
No sun left
To find the earth as its mark.
Then the wounds are too deep,
Too many to mend.
Time will be over,
The earth is dead.
The end.

Details | Free verse | |

The call of the wild

Tall pines line the misty mountaintops
Crusty ridges surround the hilly wonder 
The sun sets with a spectacular amber dust
Night covers the lonely valley 
With the wild call of loons 
Mystery and life flow here together 
Above the stars whisk through the skies 
With the illusion that they can be touched with a stretch of the arm
The moon sits with its eyes beaming on the land
Its shadow turns the lake into glass
Glowing eyes of the night appear in the brush
The air changes as the night is settled in its deepest hour
Cool breezes brush the tree limbs as they dance 
Hooting of the owls can be heard from a far
Night brings rest to the weary 
A hush falls upon the early morning 
As the sun creeps its way behind the mountain 
The first light of the day has brought warmth to my face
I am in touch with nature

Details | Rhyme | |

Earthly Colors

Terra cotta, craggy rocks
Scattered boulders, building blocks
In shades of sienna, ochre, buff
To form this high and hilly bluff
With sunlit ledges thin and wide
Place for hyraxes to sun and hide

Cerulean, azure, clearest blue
The cloudless sky that does imbue
Aquamarine lake, with cobalt tints
To gently ripple with sparkling hints
Of gleaming, flashy, silvery scales
With speckled bodies and stripy tails

Chartreuse, dappled, shades of green
Of forest, jade and so serene
Leafy, verdant canopy high
With soft and breezy, gently sigh
While down below in shades of lime
Fragrant flowers so sublime

Scented blossoms in fuchsia flush
And ripening berries in magenta blush
And poppies scarlet, crimson reds
Among saffron yellow daisy heads
With tangerine buds on sage green stems
And luminous violets these little gems

While in the distance, misty rose
Of lavender mountains in repose
Against a background, lilac-puce
And threadlike clouds not yet profuse
Blending into salmon pink
As the sun begins to sink

Plain glass inside the window frame
Now stained with colors of fiery flame
The last rays of sunlight on the glass
In incandescent reflecting rays of brass
And the ethereal golden radiance of day
Passing into evening’s own bouquet

Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed

Details | Light Poetry | |

A Poetic Revalation

            It sometimes bogles the mind,these things we 
   somtime write.
           When we get a moment alone to smoke a fine cigar,
    with the serenity of a moon-lit night.
            Times when the imagination take us to far off and 
    different places.
            Where beauty is abundant and the fragrances of
    nature fills empty spaces.
            Wiiithout the noise of traffic from restless children to
   say the least.
             Just the sweet sounds of serenity mixed with solitude and a
    slice of peace.
             No telephones can be heard and not a door bell will ring.
     Even the birds are asleep so you can't hear them sing.
             Just the strenght of the wind to bring a cool breeze.
    As it pushes through and creates a harmony with leaves.
            With a million pounds of diamonds and the worlds' largest  pearl 
    to provide the light.
           As with the elegance of angels streaks of ink begin to take flight.
    As I kick up my feet and begin to write.
           About thoughts of all things done in yesterdays' life.
  Things like the happiness of children and the mythical nature of a beautiful wife.
           Just when a puff of blue smoke fills the air.
     To help keep focuse and the inner-poet very much aware.
           Where Pablo Picasso and Vincent VanGough unite to reign
    as king.
           Where thoughts of a better life give life meaning.
      Where the kindness of love or the harmonic symphony of a kiss.
Compare to the ectasty of a womens' touch,when met in tenderness.
      Yet when we're alone,that we can't get becomes that in which we miss.
     Like the way her eyes sparkle as she begins to smile.
  Her superior grace and exquisist style.
       As light begins to fade,it's the end of night and the sun returns from it's 
  hiding place.
I stand in awe ,as the sun rises and creates a Reimbrant of her face.
        Then with a roar from the family beast.
     The silence will be broken and bring a end to peace.
From the heart of armantic and thesoul of a poet. 
      Locked away inside and I didn't even know it.

Details | Rhyme | |

poetry soup

it was the perfect start to a day sitting in the sky a wonderful display a huge morning cauliflower cloud a pureed golden creamy shroud the light sprinkles in a purple spice blends in sparingly some spanish rice throws in exceptionally diced spuds then a dash of cayenne hot to the buds finally ends with a carrot slice to the eye seemingly cut twice you know this is nature's lure freshly brewed soup du jour P.S. yummmmm! yummmmm! for an encore. brought out more. after a delicate taste. added some tomato paste. freshly baked and churned buttered bread. for what was a simple soup quite the spread. a splendid chat. tip of the hat and that's that. out, like an ali kat.

Details | Free verse | |

If I Were a Word

If I were a word,
I'd be on the point of Sharon's pen...
If I were a poem,
The young one would have penned me...
If I needed to show my heart,
I guess I would be me,
If I were to lay down wisdom,
I'd be John, Vince, Ruby, Christy, Maya
But, I wouldn't be me....
If I awoke in the middle of the night,
Wrapped in fear and uncertainty,....
I would be Tom Bell again,....
In desperate need of a friend...
If I have offended, I will volunteer
To cut off the offensive part...
If someone will remember me...
Somewhere down the road...
If I can create a smile,
or a wondrous thought,
I will have exceeded my aspirations
As a person, though never quite a farah chammah,
I will see the sun rise, I will see the sun sink...
I will pray for my fellow man,
Regardless of what others may think....
One life to live?
Nonsense, the Hindus got it right,
The cycle is repeated,
Until we see the light...

Yet the light is here at Soup,
It shines so bright that it could blind,
But blind most of us are,
We keep a closed up mind...

Lives end, lives begin...
They are virtually the same...
God kisses each of us,
And grants us a special name...

But time is oblivious to all this,
It has it's own agenda,
And we are powerless to influence it,
There are higher powers we'll never understand...
But the power of our words lives on...
That power will never end.

Details | Free verse | |

Tropism , natural event

Fair weather eye's
focused on the eastern horizon
occasional salty sea spray
followed by a chilly breeze .

A voyager , wandering adrift today's beyond
searching for better tomorrows
on life's ocean of emotions rolling wave's

At times , I feel like changing direction's
follow the sun to the west
go in circles to where it never set's

But  then , would I be in a continous day dream
only capable of experiencing a singularity ??

Supposing the setting sun gives hope for another
opportunities abound whatever the weather

Even still , why has everything become so different
refraction apparently affecting others
their mind's " I " incapable of truth
tropism natural for most
eclipsing of the sun becoming an everyday event

What happened to the world I once knew ??

Details | Free verse | |

My World

The sky is blue
Just like your soulful eyes.
And just like those eyes
The bright blue sky can
Fill my world with wondrous delights.

The sun is warm
Just like your lips on mine.
And just like those lips
The sun can warm my soul.

The flowers bloom
Just like my heart when 
I think of you.
And just like the thought of you
The flowers brighten my day.

The world is a wondrous place
Just like my world with you.

Details | Blank verse | |

Sympathy for the Sun

     Just call it sympathy 
for the sun
      As the moon rises
the sun is displaced
      by a cold orb
The day is over and 
our star has done it's job
Call it sympathy 
for the sun
We're moving under 
a full moon
  Bravely it sends down 
it's bright beams to this 
But for life to prosper 
   we need more light
Night will pass
    We wait for 
the return 
         of the golden orb
   call it sympathy for the sun
     Find that the battle's won
Just call it sympathy for the sun 

Details | Rhyme | |

A Complete Day

When night is done and dawn is here
the moon replaced with a golden sphere,
when all the song birds sing as one
that's when a new day has begun.

The sun that shines through morning haze
will soon become a midday blaze,
this ball of orange light will soon
spread out to meet the afternoon.

The golden sphere now spreads it's web
as day is coming to it's ebb,
the sun will set, and very soon
will be replaced with a silver moon.

The moon casts shadows through the trees
and shines it's light on darkened seas,
a silky sheet of heavenly light
heralding the coming night.

Details | Couplet | |

Brought To Awe

When the sun hits the bellies of the humble clouds at dusk
I'm amazed, I'm entranced, I am but a speck of dust.
When the gulf eats the sun in a nibble and a bite
all my senses stand up tall to applaud the gift of sight
When the mountains cradle shadows 'gainst the pink of sunlit trees
you will find me deep in prayer toward the one with wise decrees
And when I'm standing next to you with our two hands intertwined
I am brilliantly alive with the knowledge you are mine...

Details | Blank verse | |

long line

The tide shifted 
The sun blazed into the cuddy hatch
Moments later the anchor re caught 
To tip the empty glass to the deck
The eyes opened then squeezed tightly 
Shut to the sudden glare
Awareness filled the suddenly small space
Tide turn two o’clock sun 
Line to tend
Wind picking up
Perfect timing
Lets hope the fish run  as well as  the nap did
Now we’ll see if those hours of baiting
Where worth the effort
Two long pulls on the icy thermos
Then out into afternoon sun

Details | Verse | |

A Plane and The Eagle

O'er tempest,soars the 
eagle with wings 
stretching towards the 
smiling sun.
    Up the sky,a figure 
with outstretched wings 
battling the turbulent 
wind and frowning sun.
      Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Mistaken for an eagle 
in the sky-never an eagle.
      Utter's sound as the 
eagle-never an eagle.
    This man-made 
under a stormy wind.
    For paid price-loss of 
    The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
    Frog-men under sea 
and frogs in the waters 
can bear witness.

Details | Personification | |

A Kiss of Sunshine

The world that once was slumbering
Beneath the quilt of Winter's snow
Is now set free to gladly see
The rays of golden sunlight

He peeks at first so shyly through
The drifting clouds of leaden grey
And then, behold his beams of gold!
A kiss of gentle sunshine

The trees are budding, flowers bloom
And shades of gentle green abound
The birds of spring so sweetly sing
While kissed by rays of sunlight

How father-like the sun looks down
In glorious warmth and light
To see the things his fire brings --
The miracle of sunshine

From east to west he travells on
In grandly royal golden robes
A pilgrim man, that once began
Benignly sending raylets

As here I watch th'unfolding spring
And bask in beams of heaven's king
I think of monarchs, once divine
Whose wond'rous kingdoms once did shine

This sun hath missed not one poor soul
But fondly with a tender touch
Hath kissed the maids that dwelt in glades
Of distant lands now vanished

Now all, I think, once gently kissed
Have sung the praise of heaven's rays
And all, it seems, that Sun hath wist
Have tracked his run throughout their days

His rhythmic climb and equal fall
While heeding Nature's firmest call
His constant change, yet still the same
When once returned from whence he came

A mystery, a miracle
At times a friend, at times severe
But each new day at Dawn's approach
Reveals the kiss of sunshine

Details | Personification | |

I Am Sun

I am Sun Shining on the Earth Bringing Light and Warmth To All Spreading Joy and Mirth

Details | Quatrain | |

Ode To Nature

Oh giver of life, you glorious Sun, 
You instinctively know what must be done.
I bask in your warmth to gain energy; 
Marvel how you raise up each plant and tree.

You, gracious Moon ever watchful at night
Even aware when your eye is closed tight.
You sway our emotions, also the sea; 
Cause turmoil at times or tranquility.

I love you Earth and all of your creatures.
There's joy in knowing you are our teachers.
I will, to treat you with respect and care
And pray that the world will become aware

When we poison you, we poison us too. 
Keeping you balanced will grow life anew.
We are blessed with Earth, sea, wind and fire; 
Ether, divine, our longing desire

Helps us to treasure our blessings on Earth
And love that's bestowed when given our birth.
So embrace loyal Sun and moody Moon
As sweet Nature sings her loveliest tune. 

© Connie Marcum Wong

Details | Personification | |

Heart of The Sea

The heart of the sea is a mother's heart
She is the great ancestral mother of all life on the planet
Deep within the mysterious waters of her womb
she conceived and gave birth to the first life form
which evolved into more complex organisms
that live on the land and in the air

She is an essential part of the planet's ecosystem
feeding the clouds which bring rain and snow
that sustain life on the earth
Through tiny ocean plants and photosynthesis
she removes carbon dioxide from the air
and converts it to more than one half of the oxygen
in the earth's atmosphere

She is the great food provider to the planet
having her own internal food chain
with tiny phytoplankton at the lower end
and enormous sharks and whales at the upper end
She feeds creatures from the land and air 
that venture to fish in her waters

She is a thing of beauty even in her enraged fury
with massive waves towering over a hundred feet
and the seething white foam of her waters
This has been her action
even before the advent of man on the planet
Man must respect her behaviour 
or suffer death and destruction if he does not

She is a thing of beauty in her calm stillness under the setting sun
which lights up the evening sky in its glorious splendour
and paints a glistening beam of light on the water's surface
in line with the sun and surrounds it
with brilliant colours of the rainbow

Details | Tanka | |

Azure Gold

Sweet dreams lead us home
To bright exotic island
Where sun and rain waltz
As toes wriggle warm white sands
And sun turns skies azure gold


For Rick Praise's "Blue and Gold" Contest

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Jungle Dawn

In the cool morning the sun rises. 
Over the sleeping jungle lies:
Cold, still fog—from the sun it flies
To wake the sleep of lonely night.

The parrot’s feathers shake with chill.
As through the trees the sun does peep;
To wake new life in things that sleep—
And banish all the thoughts of night!

The tiger’s hairs stand up on end. 
The monkey wakes to scream and shout:
“The dawn has come. The sun is out!”
Vanished now are the things of night—
For dawn is only the reign of Light!

Details | I do not know? | |

Golden Paradise

The flowers bloom,
the air blows,
the sun will be out soon,
and then it shows.

The wind sweeps across the land,
it whispers in my ear:
It’s out at last!
The sun is here!

I look across beyon the mountains,
and on to the vast seas,
sunrays shoot out like fountains,
with radiant beams.

The water acts like a mirror,
reflecting neon lights,
everything is clearer,
like a golden paradise.

Details | Rhyme | |

Sun On Treetops

When the sun gently kisses horizon
 Bouncing and bubbling with firey red cheeks
Signals  morn on memory  emblazon
While sunlight dances, my love soft lips seeks

Aroma of coffee wafts on morn's air
As the dove's quiet cooing, their love to seek
Sun on treetops has red kisses to share
Lover_ in morn's sunbeams snuggles will sneak

Delight the sun has brought; wind kisses sought
Great day_ animals rejoice; as sunbeams
Lighting, enlighting, delighting, free thought
Good mornings are filled with many daydreams

While old lovers touch blushing cheek to cheek
Nights are for sleeping ; dreams_lovers for morn
When embrace again_ under covers peek
As the sun kisses horizon love's born

(Rhyming scheme a,b,a, b)

Details | Lyric | |


Rainbows are for hope. 

Raindrops splatter 'gainst my window     
Music from the sky; 
Each crystal drop a mellow bell 
A gentle melody to tell     
me ...that your love is mine. 

 Sunlight scatters thru my window     
Warm touches sent to me 
Each photon beam a kiss from you 
Sent to me across the blue...     
 A comfort wished here tenderly. 

 April winds caress my window    
 Breath from clouds above; 
Daring me to share the passion, 
Give my heart in wild abandon,     
 Drinking deeply of your love. 

 Rainbows Bless my Open window      
Sun-drops & rain combined. 
The ends connecting us together 
Distances no longer matter...      
Out hearts are intertwined.

Details | Epithalamium | |


While the shadows fall so widely
we shall embrace a moment
for a moment will fill
all the shells empty; holding nothing
but time—days n' days
without love

The wedding procession covered
you in flowers and white
floating through the candle light
dragging crisp white fingers lightly
through lilies fair
While the shadows fall so widely
and the candle light twirled through your hair 

Twist a finger, twist a lily
While the shadows fall so widely

Blush the sun rubbed rose cheeks
lift a veil, let the sun shine off your green eyes
While the shadows fall so widely

You were left a drift 
your beauty beyond our realm
of beauty

While the shadows fall so widely
Lift the veil from mine eyes tonight
as goes the cloud from under your star
I see

While the shadows fall so widely
your foot astray touched the water
and you bloomed embracing me

While the shadows fall so widely 
we shall embrace a moment
for a moment will fill
all the shells empty; holding nothing
but time—days n' days
without love

Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Colors

The glistening yellow sun shines down upon the golden brown fields harvested today.
Our gardens are cleared of the red, green, yellow vegetables and our canning is underway.
As we look across the orchard the pickers are on the last of the apples to be picked and sold.
The rustic color of the leaves are beginning to furl and we remember that fall has been born again.
As the sun sets it looks as if a fire was set to the orange, yellow, brown, red and green leaves.
A light breeze sets in and we hear a rustle as the leaves drop lazily upon the once green grass, as we drift off to sleep.

Written for: Russell Sivey's "Autumn, Fall Colors Contest"
Written on: 08/16/2012 By: Carol Brown
2nd Place Winner

Details | ABC | |

A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree

Details | Triolet | |

Sun Dancing

The sun shimmers resplendently on a calm sea, It synchronizes with the glistening ripples; Its graceful sways captivated the whole of me, The sun shimmers resplendently on a calm sea. Its fabulous dance completely makes me happy, Its silver reflection on sea water tickles, The sun shimmers resplendently on a calm sea, Cradling my weary soul, giving hope that sparkles.
March 1, 2014 12.30am It’s my first try of a triolet poem- 12 syllables per line. I hope I did it right. HAVE A HAPPY AND BLESSED 1ST DAY OF MARCH 2014. Wish you all the best! Big Hugs! First Place Contest: Impress Me with a small poem II Judged: 3/5/14 Sponsor: Poet Giorgio V.

Details | Ballade | |

My treasure chest

My treasure chest

My treasure chest, is not a truth
It’s but a metaphor
For I have never dreamed of wealth
My treasure is much more
It’s filled with the moon, the stars at night 
And the sun that shines each day
And the beauty of the darkest sky
That highlights milky-way.

It’s filled with trees, majestic trees
And birds that sing so sweetly
My treasure chest it be filled up
But never though completely
Everything that’s beautiful
Is in my treasure chest
It’s filled with all the countless things
That make me happiest.

My treasure chest is never ending
It goes on till forever
It’s filled with all the love that lives
And the sweetness of together
I need no other treasure chest
This one, it satisfies me
For me, I know with certainty
It contains eternity.

21 July 2013 @ 1018hrs.

Details | Epic | |

Change Of Seasons

The earth slips into a deep sleep
all beneath its surface now dormant
sleepy animals curled up in their dens
soon to fall into the sleep of hibernation
all now slowed down awaiting the snows
trees now denude of their canopy of leaves

Jack Frost comes creeping with icy fingers
covering everything in stark bright white
hoar frost, branches sparkling with icicles
softly, come the first snows just a sprinkle
a promise of more, laden sullen skies above
in the morning, a world of brilliant white

Fresh and crisp unmarked by human tracks
just the odd three toed marks of birds
deer trails pass through so distinct
the flash of colour from Red Robin's beast
drifts of snow, some very deep lie in wait
for unwary travelers tempting with beauty 

Slowly, oh so slowly the thaw arrives
everywhere a-run with water trickling
now appears the odd patch of faded green
Winter releases her hold with reluctance
fighting to the end, then slips away
leaving Spring to awaken the land with warmth

Now the birds are busy, gathering the twigs
also moss and feathers with some sheep's wool
busily building nests all shapes and sizes
the males preening and showing off to hens
fighting for the rights of lady and territory
the winner, the one who's chicks will be born

Leaves unfurling on the trees reaching out 
sun bathed they quickly grow and bush up
to give shelter to birds and tender plants 
bulbs now pushing up snowdrops appearing
followed by gay crocus and waving daffodil
finally come the roses, tulips and lupines

All now a splash with colour gleaming in the sun
Summer has arrived with her hot sultry heat
languidly the breezes flow over the landscape
an earth that is now ablaze with vibrant greens
emerald vieing with turquoise, lime and pea green
scarlet beside pink and red, a vision of beauty
pure white of daisies and yellow petals of roses

Too soon, far too soon slowly the nights lengthen
a chill is felt in the air as daylight fades away
leaves start to turn to various shades of brown
then giving up their grip are carried by the wind
plump apples fill the orchards they taste so sweet
corn and other crops are now ready for the harvest

Bare trees now greet us as the days shorten quickly
Autumn drifts gently in, time to light the log fires
to tuck one's self up with a book and mug of cocoa
ponder on the year gone by, the highs and the lows
the cycle of seasons complete for yet another year 
life reaffirmed and ready to face whatever is ahead

written 11/26/2013 by Shadow Hamilton
contest Impress me sponsor Giorgio
I went with epic motif

Details | Tanka | |

A Ripple in Time

A ripple in time, we are here for a moment like fleeting vapors in this vast, great universe-- members of a divine God. Into the night sky I gaze, awed by space and time and the wide expanse of the Milky Way, a dot among endless galaxies. They spin and swirl in a dance in the gaping voids of space and blackness, their light coming to us from a time before our Earth formed. A ripple in time, we are here for a moment like fleeting vapors in this vast, great universe-- members of a divine Whole.
--for 'A Ripple In Time' Contest --written 05/05/2013

Details | Tanka | |


fleecy grey white clouds like giant grains of popcorn edged with wisps of mist in a clear azure blue sky glowing in brilliant sunshine
orion Nature

Details | Tanka | |

Flowers Fading Fast

A rose is a rose.
A lily is a lily.
Flowers fading fast
beneath the sweltering sun
on a blazing Summer day.

Details | Ode | |

Ode To A Puffball

To you plump puffball,
Squatter of the mushroom fungi. 
May your soils be rich
And your spores be many!

Moonstone child of nocturnal reverie
Pride tempts to invite fallacious vanity.
Creamy alabaster skin,
Spongy firm of flesh within.
A saucy lunar face to taunt the sun.
His nomadic gaze leaves no course for fun.
The sun edges off towards autumn skies,
Pragmatically steady; contemplatively wise.

The sun may have kissed her on a whim,
Crazed butterfly flutters; needles to pins.
Translucent skin, her conceit and crown,
Blushes from saffron hue, to Dijon brown.
Physical metamorphosis; transmutations collide,
She becomes a phase converted seasonal bride.
To celebrate this new found core,
She sends up clouds of dust, and sleepy spores.

Carpe Diem.

Details | Rhyme | |

Flowers of Tuscany-Fiori della Toscana

Sunflowers turn slowly 
to follow the sun.
They bow their heavy heads 
when afternoon’s done.

What a golden vision 
they share row after row
With deep amber faces, 
their tiny seeds all aglow.

The summer breezes blowing 
o’er the fields with warm air
Shares pride in a country
with its beauty so fair.

I smile in contentment  
as I l leave old Italy
With a sea of them waving
good-bye to me.

Italian translation:

Fiori della Toscana

Solefiori ruotare lentamente
a seguire il sole.
Si inchinano le loro teste pesanti
Quando ha fatto pomeriggio.

Che una visione d'oro
essi condividono la riga dopo riga
Con facce profondo ambrati,
Loro piccoli semi tutto raggiante.

La brezza estiva che soffia
sopra i campi con aria calda
Orgoglio di azioni in un paese
con la sua bellezza così fiera.

Sorrido in contentezza
come ho l lasciare la vecchia Italia
Con un mare di loro sventolando 
good-bye a me.

Note: This translation is as close to my original poem as possible. 
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Haiku 8 - bees and butterflies, ants in action, shimmering pools

what new plant is this
flowering bees this morning
and butterflies too?

running to and fro
a group of ants in action
searching for food

bathed in the sunshine
shimmering pools of water
pulsating with life

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Gentle Ripples Passing - Lake Kariba

Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky
Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry
Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue
in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue

Elephants in numbers dot the shores
hippo’s and crocodiles are at the core 
of many memories and visions of old 
Lake Kariba, in land sea 
full of tiger fish and bream

The endless blue that roles into the distance
where the sun rises and falls in panoramic vista
The skeletons of petrified monuments scattered in the sea
forests of pre historic trees swaying in the breeze

It wasn’t always peaceful, tranquil, and still
nature has no chance to relax and withdraw
Scheming and dreaming in the depths of men’s mind

Up Up Up goes the building and climbs
Man made dam, Damn big problem
How could this feet of engineering the power of ages old be so easy
to tame such a wild beast as the zambezi




Animals and people lost in the rising tide
from river, to dam, to lake to inland sea
Great and panoramic became the horizon wide

Like a whisper on the edge of wind 
was a grand concert of ages gone by 
Played out by wildlife, land, water, and sky

A harmonic existence of sublime serenity
Life here brings closure to one’s perspective
the sent of dust and adventure is quiet infective 

The place of the skeleton trees, mountain passes, and copper sun still
where the stars in the universe, scatterings like lost thoughts, visions, and chants chill
across the forging path, that strides through this african wilderness blue
Lake Kariba, the artery of the north, run straight, run true.


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Sunrise Haiku on King Sun

king sun is peeking over tropical waters. . . . palms wave a welcome from the horizon the monarch ascends into a sea of dark clouds in golden fullness the sun takes its rightful place. . . . dismissing all clouds in sky’s blue kingdom above tropical waters. . . . king sun is peaking

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The Dying Beauty

Lovely flower, how thee shines so brightly, But what hath you be, when the sun must fall? The sun must cease shining e'er so slightly, Then the sunset be your beauty's last call What happens when your morning dew has dried? Sprinkled reflection of morning passes What when the sunlight's golden hue has died, And you're all alone in dying grasses? What will you be, when your stem has turned brown? And there's no set of eyes to admire? What when your lovely blue petals fall down, And there's nothing left of you to desire? Your beauty shall forever be the past, And this death of your color be the last~

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- Sun Umbrella -

                                       Sitting under my sun umbrella
                                    The ocean is my wonderful painting
                                     The sun shines on the small waves
                              Far in the distance I can glimpse a small boat

                                       I must have my sunglasses on
                       The sun heats I have shadow under my sun umbrella
                                    The sand on the beach is burning hot
                     The waves along the beach creates scratches in the sand

Turkey 23. 09. 2012
A-L  Andresen :)

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Dance Across the Sky

                                               as the sun 
                                          dances cross the 
                                       sky o'er blue my tail 
                                    flapping in the wind I live
                                I say goodbye to the earth free
                               floating, breaking from my string,
                                 dancing further than east from
                                    west, sun from moon, ever
                                      my colors to soar above
                                        lands, I cannot begin
                                          my flight too soon,
                                            a kite is meant
                                              to fly, said I
                                 H                  G
                                 G                H
                                  I.   A        E
                                  H N H T R  

 Dedicated to all the wonderful poets on Poetry Soup. I cannot choose one. I only started my journey here not too long ago, and I have received so much amazing support. So thanks to everyone who takes the time to give a kind word. Lots of love to all. :))   

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rainbow and sunset

lovely view!
rainbow curve and sunset
wonder bent

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It's a November
when I find myself walking 
My hand holding yours
Side by side arms swaying
Your little fingers interlocking with mine.
I believe it is a happy day.
I think it shows in your little sun-tanned face.
I feel it myself from deep within.
Slowly welling up like a spring of water
From a dry ground, long athirst.
I see the sun walking along gently in pace with us
Touching your brown nose and passing your limbs.
Blessing you with a soft radiance and blissful joy a child can only know.
Your school uniform lighter than cerulean sky 
Matching your gaiety, perfecting a mother-child moment.
Dotting the passing clouds with pure colors of your innocence and laughter.
Gigantic floating cotton balls of clouds
like stringed balloons; oh, please hold onto them, 
cease 'em before away they fly.
A moment to treasure when things aren't as happy as they should.
A many of this I pray to come,
A joyful carefree walk with my little boy;
Now, a mother's hand held by her small son.

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The field

Soft breath winds crossed the field

Wildflowers bending in its reverence

Cottoned clouds in their endless journey

While the brook chattered over rocks

It was a secret place

Discovered on a Sunday walk

And later our place for picnics and passion

In the warm days of spring and new beginnings


Carrion crows gossiped from the stand of pines

Tall grasses hissed around the breeze

From somewhere a ewe called for a lamb

And the sun was gentle and generous

You would be there, on your back, eyes upward

Smiling at all that was 

Wishing that every day could be so wondrous

Until the splendor brought your tears of elation


And there was me . . . . sole witness of true grandeur

Found within the curve of your lip or winsome half smile

You were more glorious than the boastful clouds

More radiant than the sun against the brook stones

Far more gentle and fulfilling than the calming breeze

More easily loved than all of creation

For as the earth will one day consume me

So did you so long ago

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Haiku 7 - aurora borealis, rainbow sunset, cosmic glory

multi-coloured lights
searching the northern sky
aurora borealis

the setting sun
painting the evening sky
in colours of the rainbow

the glory of the cosmos
unending in space and time
how miraculous!

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Celestial Shades - Itty Bitty





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                       Scarlet sun spread your
                       Beauty upon the world, as
 You emerge from beneath the mere, cobalt
Springs amongst the meadows…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
Your reflection glimmers amid
Waltzing oceans of euphoria…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You penetrate feathery clouds
Of white, ascending…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
Your radiation of shimmering light
Evaporates crystals of water droplets,
Sliding on blooming petals…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
You embellish the sky with 
Your flickering smiles…  

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You disappear along with 
The shining sky, into a sacred world
You beautify…


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Liquid Diamonds

shimmering waters dance beneath a dazzling sun liquid diamonds ~*~

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Music of Sun

The Poem is based on MY Photo Poem
posted on World Art Foundation and can be viewed on
following URL

Music of Sun

I have heard 
The Music of Sun
Accompanied by
The chattering of Birds
Which he makes
While embracing
The horizons every evening

The Music comes
When the Sun feels the touch 
Of the soft and colorful embrace
Of clouds and dust hanging in the sky
And his heart began to sing a song
On the heart's tune of every passer by.

Kanpur India 21st Oct 2012 

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Lazy Day

Under sunlight waits a voiceless desire
Gray clouds roll in to dim the cheerful day
Open blossoms cheer up the self-esteem
While some of the folks now decide to pray

White daisies create a delicate spray
As butterfly flutters close to the heart
Gold sunflowers begin to faintly sway
While gentle leaves blow and choose to depart

An autumn sunshine dawns distinct to start
Soft colors, crisp and fresh, seem to appear
All the stories the season does impart
Tales of joy, truth and all that’s sincere

These summer dreams fading into visions
As time shifts will the heart choose it listens?

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The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

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I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
A quietude.
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks 
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.

Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
 I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -  
Left were the 
    dancing curtains 
       together with the late sunset wind. 
Tiny golden flecks 
   imprinting on the soft white 
        laces and trims.
Catching shadow images 
    of the last rays of brilliance, 
         blending slowly in yellow embers,
              forming orange coals, 
                   turning into sunkissed glow 
                         of a sad goodbye. 
    ever so softly fading
           into dullness and cloudless cold. 

And as the night falls, 
its shadowy self dances 
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still 
   for what is left. 
No traces of the sun 
whose magnificence and radiance 
had touched the leaves of laughter 
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, 
    early had the mind sensing. 
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness 
    the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown 
    by someone I wish I had known. 

If only I could frolic 
    where little lads had been early today - 
        in the meadows, 
           by the pond, 
              along the shores, 
                  around friendly trees and smiling flowers, 
                       with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, 
                               I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, 
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. 

If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, 
I'd give away anything. 
Just for something this grand. 

The mind wills but the heart groans. 
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles. 
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly,  I could catch the sun.

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Couple on a Walk

The trees do shine like the morning sun beams There is a humble light that moves as streams To bring a warm, calm feel throughout this spot Where rain surely fell, right here so I thought There are gas lamps that are lit on the poles Cobblestone path is quite wet with some holes And light is reflected off the pathway As nature shines below where the leaves lay A couple walks through the misty evening Enjoying the crisp air that they’re breathing They are caressed by all of what surrounds Not a peep is expressed, there’s not a sound They pass an old wooden bench from years past And wonder how long this warm night will last Russell Sivey

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How The Sun Was Made

Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.

In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.

One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. 

The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.

As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.

Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.

He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.

As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.

As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth. 

When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.

Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.

After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.

The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.

He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.

The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.

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The last tree

A pretty oak  sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain 
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away 
Decorating the tree with  flashes of red, black, grey,  yellow and white, 
are his friends the cardinals , squirrels , chickadees and the tufted titmice
 They sing , chirp, and  chatter in harmony of song 
As the seasons pass, we live  thru heat, drought , cold and  rain all year long
 I keep my feeder close at hand and watch as they load up in waves of two and three 
 to make their run at the seeds and grain 
The leaves are green now and vibrant with life, in the fall the acorns grow and my tree stands tall 
At winter they covet  the warmth and provide a shelter for the thick furred grey squirrels
 A lovely little hole in the crook of the branch big enough for two to snuggle and borough 
They race down these pathways in the sky, playful as skilled acrobats
October mornings  the leaves are falling , making noisy whispering sounds
the first rays of  sun turn frost into a million twinkling stars on the ground 
 The two winged take refuge in their nest , built carefully for warmth and rest 
To nurse  and raise their young , making them fit for another generation of  the best
The seasons flow as a quiet pond and like our beautiful  life 
 everything is real with very  little strife
 Among the colorful citizens of  this merry place I give life in equal exchange
for joy and a chance To sit and watch my friends as I grow old and enjoy life in the sun 
But life  changes,  very unfair , and I am denied my playground in the sky
one day some men came and cut all the beauty down 
Now its gone all butchered and bare nothing left but a big hole in the ground 

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Drowsy day shuts eyes  
Glowing eyelids adorn sky 
Giggling stars appear!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
  26 OCTOBER 2014

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Morning Fun

The lofty hills looked to the valley below and smiled 
the  trees stood like sentinals 
guarding the valley floor
Overhead the sun laughed, pouring
warmth over the landscape below
The clouds played hide and seek 
and made the sun shine harder
It was a playful afternoon 
on a beautiful spring day
The weeping willows weep for
the sun did not find them yet.
The birch bark hide from the sun above
The poplars smiled for they stood
above the rest already soaking the hot sun
The grass around their feet was wet with dew
Again the sun smiled on a perfect afternoon.

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The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;

Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;

The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill;

As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare.


The men and the wives; the kids and the wild;

All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;

They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain;

And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.


The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty;

And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;

The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing;

Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky.


Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers;

Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;

So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace;

Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power.


As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat;

And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet;

And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise;

While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets.


The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;

On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;

Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow;

While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.

 The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;

And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;

Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap;

And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile.


As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather;

And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter;

The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song;

While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter.


As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease;

And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;

The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind;

While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.


The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight;

Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;

The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes;

In the newly born rainy sunlight.


But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro;

And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;

The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls;

And day and night this gale roars.


The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break;

And the life of these trees is put up at stake;

Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might;

And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake.

The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace;

Rainy calamities take its place;

Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide;

“Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say.


Same is the life of man; may he do what he can;

But destiny will always play a hand;

What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role;

And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.


Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun;

And work will be successful how much ever it’s done;

Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire;

Of normal life, however boring or glum.


Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts;

And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;

It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay;

So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.


Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy;

So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try;

It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try;

Which will help you succeed by-and-by.


Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud;

And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;

So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence;

Or due to failure remain depression bound.


Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know;

For we need all types of experience to make us grow;

Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set;

But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…

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Nature Portraits - Mountain, Sequoia, Sunset, Thunderstorm, Waterfall

The grandeur of a majestic mountain standing proud against the horizon with its snow-capped peak enveloped in fleecy white clouds against a clear azure blue sky The glorious majesty of a stately sequoia towering above the surrounding vegetation being the largest living thing on earth its massive trunk over thirty feet wide with its gnarled rugged beauty The wondrous artistry of the setting sun edging the darkened clouds with silver linings and painting the evening sky in brilliant colours of the rainbow mirrored on the ocean's surface below The awesome power of a thunderstorm at night with jagged bolts of lightning that split the darkness and light up the surroundings with blinding dazzling intensity The thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall cascading down in huge torrents of liquid fury smashing into the water below creating mists of water droplets that transform the sunlight into a rainbow

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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

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A Hush

There was a hush over the land
not even a blade of grass stirred.
The sun beamed down in delight
and flowers opened their petals.

The lake sparkled and shone
its waves lapping the shore.
The odd fish leapt up at flies
then swiftly sunk back down.

The forest trees seemed to part
leaving a faint winding path.
Then into the shady clearing
she daintily stepped out.

As she appeared a ripple,
a ripple of excitement.
Gleaming coat of silver
as the sun highted her.

She stood there poised
as her ears flicked listening.
A sculpture of beauty
with rippling muscles.

It was that most elusive creature
with a spiral horn in her head.
That gracefully walked to drink
when done she faded into shadow

Once more the forest came alive
on the ground a silver hair
giving proof to the legend
that indeed Unicorns still live.

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The Tree and I

The Tree and I 

I met a tree today while walking under cloud ridden skies.  She was a young oak past her sapling age.  Her bare branches, still in winters hold, stood stark against an evergreen backdrop.  I felt her loneliness seep into my being, so I slipped over and gave her a hug.  I whispered to her, “I know lonely too”, and heard an audible sigh within her wind swept branches.

a young oak
stands bare in winter's keeping---
brown carpeted ground

After a length of time, undetermined, I slid to the ground and leaned against her trunk.  I was content to keep her company for a short time on such a dreary day. Nowhere else did I need to be.  No one else did I need to see. So, I leaned my head gently against her rough bark and as we both shared a quiet moment of contemplations. 

a woman sits
at the base of a tree---
cloud laden sky

Eventually I felt the cold and damp seeping into my skin and I shivered. The young oak felt this and spoke to the breeze in her highest limbs. She asked it to blow the clouds from the face of the sun so that we could both enjoy the warm rays… and so it was that we were both sun kissed on this early morning day. 

clouds drift
away from the sun---
a girl smiles

This soon became a daily ritual, loneliness drifting away with each visit. She listened to me, as I listened to her, and time flew more quickly by.  Spring arrived before we knew it as the young oak beamed with her new buds. It seemed our visits now became less lonely, filled as we were with the awakening of Mother Earth. 

new buds
on a young oak---
birds singing

I shared with her and her with me, throughout the winter’s days. We laughed together and wept together during the longest of lackluster days.  A friendship formed of kindred spirits that helped chase the blues away.  With spring’s awakening, our confidence gaining, we rejoice in the birth of each new day.    

green grass
returns to the lawn---
daffodils bloom

All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013
Form:  haibun  (mixture of prose and haiku)

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Where did you go my shining light
You were just here the other night
I am standing here all alone
Only partially have I grown

They rains have come and got me wet
If I had you I would be set
Are you hearing my heart felt plea
Your vivid rays can set me free

The garden where I plant my roots
Needs only you to bear my fruits
Come appear from behind the clouds
And cast away these heavy shrouds

The garden where my seeds are sown
Needs your sunshine to make me grow

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The light of hot fire
Burns brightly through the day sky
Warms the soul and flesh

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Message from Another World

My fellow captives remained in a coma.
In pink-dusk hours sparse plants were dying.
Parched earth found ‘neath a scarlet sun going nova,
sinking as blood-red clouds were crying.

The sinking sun stood as a warning;
glowing dim on a civilization.
Neath this sunset sights were alarming --
neglecting nature caused devastation

Through technology they monitored us,
inhabitants of this soon-doomed world.
"See our dying sun,” they said, “be cautious;
you have time to act, but our hopes unfurled.” 

Their rotation around this fading star,
now cast a crimson glow on stark sand.
Treating me kindly, being from afar,
they asked me to protect the bounty of Earth's land.

Their star now set, they pointed to a sun,
twinkling bright in a distant galaxy.
Beaming with hope, I knew it was the one
that blessed Earth with life for you and me.

Waking in my bed, I recalled their sundown,
and a mission I now embarked upon. 
 “Take care, our planet will keep spinning ‘round;
nature’s harmony we must focus on.” 

*Entry for Paula’s “Not Just Any Sunset” contest

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Haiku 74

	Haiku 74
	sunlight’s splendid
	spectral ribbons between clouds
	summer storm clears

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The Median Death of the Red Delicious

“God bless us all when the door is shut behind us, 
only then will we breathe our first breath,
and awake 
from the long dream…”

Forging past the indisputable summit onto the 
shelf of the perfect medium (ah, ‘tis noble here!)
he sits, contemplating his balance. He does not sweat. 

The winds breath breaks upon his predestined neck, 
bestowing the gift of lily white scent upon a lapel that’s 
stiff, yet pliable – just stiff enough. A 72 degree sun 

shines its neutrality, (fueling his desire for nothing at all, 
just the concept of sun giving heat, like a heartbeat, 
unnoticed in its certainty) upon his stagnant face. 
He is wearing his favorite pants (soft, worn jeans with 

a little give, but not enough so that he forgets to hold 
in his stomach), and from the ample pocket, he takes 
an apple. It is a Red Delicious. Not quite living up to its 
name, but unassuming and secure in its redness – he eats. 

It’s not the best apple he’s ever had, but its good enough. 
The vultures, native to this coveted desert waste circle, 
vying for the core of his Non-Delicious, yet edible fruit. 
And as he Bites into the last white taste of just fine, a glint 

of sunlight flashes briefly – like infinity within dreams, 
off of the vultures black eyes. And all at once he knows – 
everything is. The death birds orbit the terracotta desert 
peek (red and inviting in its dry and unforgiving reality), 

the bird turns away so fast after catching his eye, 
he forgets that he’d ever seen its pulsing recognition. 
The forgettable sunset mollifies him - sedates him,
pacifying his every forgettable non-movement.

It is then, when the last dripping light of day descends 
behind the obvious rock mount; the definite edge 
of darkness falls. Shadows creep slowly and quickly
across the terrestrial rock spine, (engulfing its redness

in its totality) leaving just the remnants of burgundy
skin between yellowing teeth, and a deafening black desert. 
As the sound of raucous wings and ripping jeans dominates
the guttural desert - the vultures take their coveted prize.

*Reposted for Deborah's Something Wicked This Way Comes, Wickedness Contest. :)

Details | Haiku | |

World Cup Haiku


White ball in brook floats

Green field, sails on wing, fans out

Suns victory soars


Details | Free verse | |

The Ocean

Children race under curtains of sun where  kites fly laced in joyous delight 
Echoes of childhood still remain of melancholy play , forever locked in wistful refrain
As days of bucket and spade pass away
Trapped in endless blue, the sun shines bright, while fleecy clouds turn pure white
Sparkling and clean the waters race,
 side by side to crash on lonely shores reflecting the joy of childish faces
Winds blow , clouds fly as mountains turn in ominous skies
And she stirs as rain blurs the interface of sea and sky
The mountainous waves speak in tones of thundering grace, ask me now for I do not lie
Blackness descends , the winds do howl ,life comes cheaply , she replies
Swept away in a lovers quarrel , the rage kept locked away 
She acts now in magnificent display
Feelings of anger , jealousy and rage
Till at length she calms herself , her fury abated to all things related 
The golden sands once again in mid-day sun 
Rainbows grow in shimmering mists
And still I wait to see what mood exists 
Time is suspended for who knows how long, the seas are calm and pure as glass
And all is normal , feelings of love again at last

Details | Triolet | |

Crape Myrtle Tree

Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Blooming in summer as days turn warm
Purple petals fall, a visual delight
Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Delicate blooms, soaking up light
Flowering in splendor with unique charm
Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Blooming in summer as days turn warm

Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Summer sun sizzles, beauty remains
Lush branches touch birds flying by
Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Sunshine streams through clouds on high
Children seek shade in wind song refrain
Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Summer sun sizzles, beauty remains

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 15, 2012

Details | Ottava rima | |

Nature at Dusk

The sun reached a low point within the sky Creating skewed color schemes through the trees Grass becomes quite darker, I can’t deny Within the sunlight the highest plant sees It’s a dark purple where it does imply The approaching darkness is what achieves Only little light remained to now show Showing its last power, holds what we know Russell Sivey

Details | Pantoum | |

Summer's Ending

6 stanzas...four lines each...

Summer paused on the path to pleasures of autumn dreams.
Alas! Summer's picture perfect days were soon to end.
Dare she stretch to steal through autumn's open door...
She turned, laughed and wrapped around rose hedges.

Alas! Summer's picture perfect days were soon to end.
Nature would close the curtain on her whimsical days.
She turned, laughed and wrapped around rose hedges
Butterflies chasing sunbeams sang duets, that soared.

Nature would close the curtain on her whimsical days. 
Summer ran to stretch in sun ablaze on rainbow-ribbons.
Butterflies chasing sunbeams, sang duets, that soared.
Pouring rains, storms, nature teased while she mused.

Summer ran to stretch in sun ablaze on rainbow-ribbons.
Wild, carefree, night, day, summer flaunted her dazzle.
Pouring rains, storms, nature teased while she mused.
People, chased summer fun, voices lit in expectation.

Wild, carefree, night,day, summer flaunted her dazzle.
Her endless path through stream and gardens glowed.
People, chased summer fun, voices lit in expectation.
Summer basked in her days filled with countless joy.

Her endless path through stream and gardens glowed.
Summer paused on the path to pleasures of autumn dreams.
The world took her picture to store as treasures for eternity.
Dare she stretch to steal through autumn's open door...

Details | Rhyme | |

The Defiant Tree

Oh, natures tree, how are you blooming, When Winter is arriving so coldly? With colors so vibrant, how do you reflect the dimming light, so boldly? Were you confused by the sun that rises too early, or conflicted by the manipulation Of season? Or defiant, to natures authority, and just decided to create Your own reason? Buds blooming, with a brilliant color. . Branches Reaching to skies with absent sun rays; Surrounded by browning and wilting Life; Yet your brilliance, Your beauty, and Loveliness stays? Oh, Valiant tree, why bloom now? When all that's Left here is the rain? Darkly tinted shades Of grey, Dying life Laid at your roots. . And yet, you're blooming All the same. Your golden hints of Sunshine Though clouds fill The sky . . Your branches' room For lovely birds, And yet, they all have Passed you by? And still you bloom, Defiantly. Growing with nothing But self desire, Detesting before, As natures core, But my soul Will forever admire

Details | Ballade | |

It's here at last

It’s here at last

At last the spring is really here
The weather’s warm and sweet
The doves up in the seed trays coo
As so peacefully they eat
The fountain plays a melody
As wispy clouds up in the sky
 They form in me these images
As the morning passes by

Geraniums in their many hues
They shine out in the sun
The dog runs round with rubber bone
He’s having heaps of fun
The mulberry tree is so alive
She loved that winter rain
She knows as she grows her baby shoots
That the rain was not in vain.

The washing hanging on the hoist
Gives out such sweet perfume
One would think the gentle rose
Was close with tender bloom
Mauve hibiscus dances softly
Within the cooling breeze
And all of this portrayed together
It gives my mind such ease.

9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.

Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.

Details | Tanka | |

Magical Sun

Magical Sun

Shadows cast by Sun

Stretch out long in morning glow

From the grand giraffe

To the smallest lowly ant

Sun embraces, kisses all.

Sandra M. Haight

Contest: Even The Smallest Ants Cast Long Shadows
Sponsor: Scott Thirtyseven

Details | Haiku | |

Unpredictable Morning

The morning sun falls
Noises awake, passing crowds
once quiet again

Stand on the cold feet
Dew still not fade by the lights
Sipping my hot tea

Rectangle door closed
The framework offers the view
My sight clustered straight

Enjoyed the greenish
While the sun turns into gloom
It's ready to rain

Details | Dizain | |

Bright Shining Sun

Just over the horizon is the sun Showing the glorious enormous dot It shows how the day has surely begun Something I don’t forget, as none forgot Sun shines immensely right there on the spot None presents nature better than this sight It’s mightier than what is shown at night The lovely sun brightens everything here Now rising further up the sky just right People here on Earth surely seem to care Russell Sivey

Details | Villanelle | |

With Final Burst

With final burst of golden rays
sun sets below the horizon
day fades away and here night stays

From south gentle warm breeze plays
luring beckoning the siren
with final burst of golden rays

Siren calls hearts are set ablaze
and rising up comes Poseidon
day fades away and here night  stays

Together they play in the bays
ride waves on the crest of Zion
with final burst of golden rays

There is no more time for delays
a merry nod to Orion 
day fades away and here night stays

As departing we go our ways
as daylight for us is poison
With final burst of golden rays
day fades away and night here stays

Details | Free verse | |

Suns Morning Smile

Sun rises from rest
with warming smile
from beneath velvet blanket
Lark leaves it's cosy nest
to herald a new dawn
ascending high into reborn sky
high over waving fields
of barley corn
On a new glorious precious 
summers morn.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.

Details | Pantoum | |

The Dusk is Tricking Us Again

Whenever the sun goes home to sleep,
Man says 'today's labor is over'.
But I know the dusk is tricking us again.
Yet, who cares to give that trick a thought.

Man says 'today's labor is over;
A dreamy sleep is the only thing to reap'
But I know the dawn will soon rob me of my rest'
Yet, the weary man gives dusk trick no thought.

A dreamy sleep is the only thing to reap
After man has given the day his labor
But I know the dawn will soon rob me of my rest
For the dusk only trick us to look forward to its rest.

After man has given the day his labor,
I know the dusk will trick us again.
For it makes man look forward to its rest,
Whenever the sun goes home to sleep

11th August, '12
Just experimenting with the Pantoum form

Details | Tanka | |

Light of the Sun

The light of the Sun
nuzzles the verdure of Earth
with gold fingertips
of chlorophyll-induced warmth 
like a babe in swaddling cloth.

Details | Free verse | |


I was a child catching butterflies
on the yellow flowers
sprinkled on the green grass
at the roadside
They were beautiful butterflies -
big ones
small ones
red ones
yellow ones
and some tiny blue ones
which gave different shades of colour 
as they were struck 
by glancing sunbeams
There were little four-winged ones
which puzzled me
why did they have four wings
while the others only had two?
I was catching butterflies
but today 
a thing called progress
tore up the yellow flowers
on the green grass
at the roadside
and there are no more butterflies 
and still I do not know 
why some butterflies had four wings
while the others only had two

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Red Sun

Stirring creatures from slumber
a soft glow of crimson red
casts long rays of golden flint
over face of earth

For Russell's "Red Sun" Contest


Details | Quatrain | |

Dancing Trees

Rocking and swaying in the breeze Tree branches are dancing with glee Such playful action of the trees So joyous, unfettered and free Leaves are all rustling and sighing With a sound like waves of the sea Like a crescendo that rising And then subsiding gradually Leaves that fell to the grass below Perform their dancing in the air The breeze tosses them to and fro Making the show a grand affair The sun is shining in the sky Bathing everything in its light I'm feeling such a glorious high Gazing at this beautiful sight

Details | Cinquain | |

The Tree, Absorbed Visual 7

as sun strips slow
her gown of midnight blue,
caressing warm, the land and sea;
the tree.
01/13/15 Contest: An American Beauty: Write like Adelaide Sponsor: Andrea Deitrich

Details | Dodoitsu | |


Many days are long forgotten,
like ripples in a stream;
they move slowly outwards 
but then disappear almost 
instantly leaving no trace.
Each day ends the same; the sun rises
and sets, like a sudden light being
switched off.
The sun has gone somewhere else,
gracefully shining its rays of light that
awakes all life, but in other parts
darkness has fallen.
Still light persists even in this
land of darkness, it covers the
dark veil in bright spots, creating
a polka-dot pattern; the stars and
moon have come out.
They bathe the land in dim light
creating a gentle sense of being
held in motherly arms; loneliness 
cannot take hold of any soul that
Many peer at the sky
but wonder is always spoilt by
logic and reality; nonsense is thus
trapped within, along with 
childhood imagination.
Starlight, one of the wonders
of creation that beholds many
secrets that remain tightly
grasped by the hands of nature.

Details | Haiku | |

Seasons of the Sun

The Seasons of the Sun ©

angle of fall’s sun
so different from spring’s rays
dapples the sun porch

end of hot summer
the crisp, sharp tang of fall’s breath
smokes the air about

a waiting for sleep
under the blanket of snow
until  spring sun beams

Trisha Sugarek
World of Haiku

Details | Ballade | |

Spring is coming

Spring is coming

Six more weeks, that’s all there is
The Spring is on her way
Even now some shrubs make buds
It’s a lovely winters day
And all the birds seem more alive
Like something’s in the air
Soft green branches through the window
Say Spring is everywhere.

Tomorrow will be cold again
Perhaps they’ll be no sun
That’s the way it mostly goes
When the winter knows it’s done
It gives a little then grabs hold
Then slowly fades on out
Yet soon the Spring will hold on tight
I feel it all about.

There’s something special about the Spring
That gets into my soul
A kind of live ness in the air
That makes me feel so whole
I cannot wait for spring to come
There’s a tingle in my spine
Just to walk in the Springs warm sun
Makes my essence feel divine.

13 July 2013 @ 1600hrs.

Details | Couplet | |

Summer Fun

~}{~ The summer night breeze As it whispers through the trees Tingling hot sun kissed skin Cooling the soul within.. The sky turns a dusky blue As darkness wraps round the sky Moon rays dance on crystal ponds Beams reflecting tender bonds.. A sun crowned horizon kisses goodbye the day Sending it lovingly on its way As night time arrives on gossamer wings A moonlit serenade begins.. ~}{~ 28/08/2010

Details | Free verse | |


I asked a scientist to make an olive's leaf,
So green with its juices,
Smelling spring and sweat from gatherers hands.
He answered that he couldn't.
I asked him to make the light of the sun,
Reflecting its warmth in morning's appearance.
To make a sun enslavor of the sea,
Of breathing trees and eyes,
The eyes of those who stare its dream.
He answered that he couldn't.
And when I asked to form the air of dawn,
So heroic, sympathy air on faces of those
Seeking the dew,
On mainsails following the wind,
He answered that he couldn't.
How could ever human hands, so shakily and small
Give birth to miracles, when their lines
Consist of a hidden mystery delved from ages unsure?
Where human says 'I can't',
Nature raises and rules among Glory and Triamph.
If people think that they live with power and safety,
In houses they built with tractors and iron muscles,
How could they live when road will be their only home?
When they will be forced to run to mountains
And lie down on stones and windfalls 
How oh how could they live?
If people think that they eat because they cook
Aseptic food in their high-teck kitchens,
How could they eat when a slice of bread will be
All they have?
If people think that they can adjust their warmth
By pressing a single button,
How could they feel warm and enlighted
If the Sun won't raise, if darkness fills the air?
When people think that there is nothing they can't do,
Replete with egoism, relying on their hands and their brightness,
A huge laugh is coming from the sky.
Because they forget that when all is gone,
Floated down the stream,
Only God can stay still, unbreakable and wise,
Smiling at their ignorance that they own life.
And if they can't be satisfied with theirselves,
How could they embrace others 
When time force them to be united?
Creatures excesses with passions and ambition
They want to change their roles and become
Gods in the place of the One.
Yet, their hands are so weak to carry world's weight
And their minds so human to judge fairly and amiably
The sins of us all.

Details | Haiku | |

Sun Ocean Cycle

     Sun Ocean Cycle - Haiku

seas boil, drain happy
thirsty sun, laughs and laps waves
drinks excess, rains come

Details | Ballad | |



They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.

Details | Rhyme | |

Rose Petals

As the rose petals float downward
Like new fallen snow upon soil
The vine looks to the sun upward
Waits patiently for sun rain no toil

Cleariing my mind of all clutter
Feast on eye candy in garden
Walking like butterfly flutter
Beauty surrounds scene lifts burden

Captured away in the spirit
Visit nature on Holy realm
Come to nature God promerit
Each day there is beauty like Elm

Or this morning fireball red sun
Rising on eastern horizon
Waterdroplets infused rose scent stun
Nature's gift on heart emblazon

Details | Haiku | |


late afternoon flirt...
dusk a romantic sweet tease
melting into you

*sunset.. the romance of sun and horizon

Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Into the Sunset
Date: 5-14-14

Details | Haiku | |

The Solar System

Large and circular; full of light distributes to its nine orbits each unique in existence.

Details | Haiku | |


the sun moves up high strong as ever, burning sky feeling warmth, it’s light moon travels along rays coming down from above cool to the touch, bright the sun and the moon work together hand in hand morning and the night
Russell Sivey Entrant into Linda-Marie's "HAIKU HODGEPODGE ..TRIO ..." contest 1/19/2012

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Venus Transiting Goddess of My Heart

As we waited for Venus to 
Cross the face of the Sun

People from all over the township
Came together like in the days
When nature was the focus
And center of every ones life

When the sun was the timekeeper
People rose in the morning light
And work under its light
And retired at night with the sun
As he went to bed

But not in these times of iPads, computers
And smart phones and other false mechanical

People have forgotten about nature and the sun
Except when on June 5th Venus Transits the sun
Like a solar eclipse every 113 years

People took a moment from their daily and
Time-controlled restraints and mundane realties

To remember that their ancestors watch previous
Venus Transits with wonder as early 16th and 19th century scientists
Measured its path to forecast the Earth’s distance
From the Sun

And to look to a future and wonder what will the
World be like during the next Venus Transit in 2117
When they themselves will no longer exist on the Earth plane
And they will be another memory

As we waited for Venus to 
Cross the face of the Sun

We stood in-line at the college observatory
Like a family of humans who knew
One another for many years
Both young and old
Both strong and frail
Both doubters and believers

As the sun was about to set
Very low on the western horizon
The prospects of viewing The Venus Transit
Was very dim
But the hard core believers stayed behind
As the others left for home

Someone in the crowd shouted,
“I see a ball of light breaking through the cloud cover”
The expert astronomer said dryly,
“It’s a refraction of light, and not the sun”
The man then said, “ I know what the sun looks light, its hurting my eyes”.

The astronomer reluctantly adjusted the telescope
Excitement rushed through the crowd as others also said
It’s the sun
It’s the sun

One by one we gathered closer to the telescope
Like people do when a new baby is born
We each took our turn and looked through the refracted lens
At The Venus Transit

In marvel and wonderment

There she was rewarding us for our devotion
Venus like the beautiful Goddess of Love that she is
Emerging not from water
But from the heart of the behemoth Sun
The Sun that has lit our path for millions of years
And Venus herself studied and adored by the Mayans
And Venus nestling in the strong-arms of the Sun
Nearer to his heart

She like a black dot or black Goddess on his surface
In marvel and wonderment
In marvel and wonderment


Details | Rhyme | |

A Wilted Beauty

I held a beautiful flower in my hand...
I watched it lean where the sun ran...
My fingers and warmth slowed its growth...
So I let it go for its beauty to float...
It flourished in a world of sun and peace...
But soon the days ran and the sun was a tease...
Wilted and sad it now fades too fast...
And with a fall chill this beauty did soon pass...

"Autumns Dream contest"

Details | Free verse | |

The Silent Pine

The dark green forests cover the earth with  pine , straight and tall , all in a line
Fragrant and soft ,quiet and clean
Gentle giants grow in all sizes, sacred and true, waiting to be seen
The wind stirs through  branches and whispers its quick goodbyes ,
 While making music that gently soothes the soul 
 Of one who lies with in my fragrant cocoon, seeking replies
 My carpets of needles, warm and sweet, quiet my step and cover my feet
 The chickadees, black capped and white, fly to my side 
One by one they stop and say hi ,As they pass merrily by
Raccoons, squirrels, rabbits and owls ,gossiped and chattered and told all they knew 
And the pine smiles and sings to hear all the news 
Their tracks are scattered everywhere ; dotted or round, a pattern or two, give a puzzle, a clue as to what they have been  up to
My scent carries in the breeze ,sparkling and green , pungent and clean 
The sun beats down , strong and warm ,true to form, it gives me life and keeps me warm
 The wind  bends and sways my boughs, and I  whisper of coolness and dew
The rains splash gentle and sweet to feed my soul and nourish my retreat 
 For any who listen  to hear my silent heartbeat
 In our magnificent wilderness home, deep and calm, where our waters run pure and we cant be found
 We live whole through all the seasons and for every action we have a reason
All summer long I grow nuts and cones to feed all my friends
 I will replenish the earth , nor do I waste, for all I have I lend
In winter,  I lay refreshed , sparkling and white, covered in  blankets of snow
 As I sit and doze I hear the earth speak in tones very low, 
She calls and I listen ,sleep, sleep for I am here
Protecting watching caring for all, in things that I do 
I gather myself in her darkest womb awaiting the way, that first warm spring day
It is spring and my blood runs strong, make more of me it calls, as I grow big and strong
 Awake, awake for it is my time again , the sun ,wind , rain, and tiny feet 
To  gently sit and play all day long  
In the sun and rain silently watching waiting all day long

Details | Quatrain | |

Song To Mother Earth

Mother Earth spinning on your centre
while revolving around Father Sun
making day and night on your surface
and the different seasons every one  

Your flesh provides the vital substance
on which trees, plants and grasses feed
and become food for birds and animals
who partake of them as they need

Some of those birds and animals 
feed others higher in the food chain
and become part of the eco cycle
which continues full circle again

All living things decay when they die
and return to you dearest mother 
to become substance that feeds plant life
and start off a new eco chapter 

Rain and snow from the sky bring water
that feeds the lakes, seas and rivers
which have a food chain of their own
among all their different creatures

Water from the sea becomes vapour
and rises as a cloud formation 
which precipitates as rain and snow
and water after condensation

Sun and Earth combine in harmony
doing so since before our birth
Thank you for feeding all living things
Our dearest blessed Mother Earth

Details | Haiku | |

here comes the sun

early morning kiss
warm fingers caress my cheek
good morning sunshine

Details | Triolet | |

Dusk Sun Setting

The horizon is where the dusk sun sets A beautiful orange cast is about In the clouds beyond is where they all get The horizon is where the dusk sun sets The couple envelopes what the sun lets There is love within, surely there’s no doubt The horizon is where the dusk sun sets A beautiful orange cast is about
Russell Sivey

Details | I do not know? | |

Nature Whispers

free verse(3)
Valeria Iliadou-Nature, Four In One

Billowing wind, hands can't tame your brunt
With holy oaths you unlock life's hunt.
Miracles are melting while sharp rain breaks,
As each loss is just a change
-Earth's fatal redemption-
An instinctive bending under the peal of a thunder,
A choice to silence the deafening mediation,
Hidden in holes dry.
Natural randomness, the path of a human life.
There is a stolen fire, divine
And guilty traces on human hands,
-You can smell smoke and coal on finger lines-
Rough lines, on them walking minds greedy.
Rockets fired and we applaud,
Yet the dawn of the fiery sun lies in the eyes of the wise,
And melodies are coming from the bottom of the ground,
In the midst of our time.
November. Birds are calling for peace,
Yellow birds, on yellow stones, on branches carved
On leafs' grace, they are calling for peace,
Seeking the days of the Summer,
When sun returned
Wise and peaceful
As a King crowned.

Details | Sonnet | |

Winter Park Sunset

In evening breeze the leaves are gently stirred
and one can hear them, if one listens long,
arustling out a tune that may be heard
of waking dreams about to join the song.

There's dying in the light of firey red
gray fingers clutch and pull the sun away
and silent grow the trees, as mass is said
amourning what will turn to yesterday.

The emptiness so vibrant--it's the sign
for night winds coming from an evening glow
they're loosed from catacombs across the line
that seperates life from all we don't know.

   Then sleep is peaceful to the summer wind
    like blessing from the fingers of a friend.
© ron wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet

Details | Nonet | |


The brilliant orb high up in the sky shining in its golden splendour bathing everything on earth with rays of light and warmth that are free to all the glorious source of earth's life Nature's SUN

Details | Free verse | |

Evening Solitude

 Dusk descends upon the snowy winter plains
 The sun slowly sinks into the western sky
 The landscape has a magical winter-land glow
 White in contrast to the dusty blue hue
 Deer stand grazing on the fields of straw
 Once golden wheat stood tall in summers heat
 Now short and covered with white winter dust
 Looking heaven ward the sky is aglow
 As if someone took a paint brush to a canvas
 Red, oranges, purple, blue and golden amber
 So colorful that it looks like a piece of art
 As the sun finally sunk behind earth's orb
 I sat in wonder watching nature at it's best.

Details | Haiku | |

Beauty Of Clouds

fleecy grey white clouds glowing in brilliant sunshine edged with wisps of mist

Details | Haiku | |

Sun Dancing

Sun spawned rainbows dance
spun from a hanging crystal
nature’s disco ball

Details | Haiku | |

Magic in the Sky

Magic in the Sky

Magic in the sky
Sun low and day is ending        
Colors brightly show

I with wonder watch
The sky as it is changing
Clouds with such a glow

Orange, pink and purple
Rainbow colors making way
Momentary show

Details | Tetractys | |


blazing down
flooding the lands
encouraging the flora to burst forth
in vibrant colour sweetly scenting
stirring senses
and passions

Details | Free verse | |

The Sunset

The Sunset

I never seem to tire
Of the many sunsets I have seen and 
I ask that you now join me as 
the sun sinks slowly in the sky so we
might watch together as the
colors paint their way across the canvas,
their brilliance radiating from between the
clouds with which they seem to play.

Details | Free verse | |

Hold your chess and say I am blessed

Do not doubt who you 
are or who you can be.  
With in us all, 
their is a light that 
shines with effulgence. 
In our heart it shines. 
In our mind it shines.
A chunk of the sun 
embedded in our core. 

We have been fueled with
 the lions ambition.
Chasing the prey. 
Chasing dreams until the end. 
We have been fueled
 for the finest hours. 
Recognize those powers. 
These powers
 forever remain ours. 

We are the reason the sun shines. 
We are the reason the flower blooms.
We are the reason the tree never falls.
A message in every creation. 

The sun shines to show us 
how bright we can be.
The flowers blooms to show 
us how beautiful we can be. 
The tree never falls to show 
us how strong we can be.

All of this we can be. 
If we rise our self with the sun. 
Leave not your dreams and 
aspirations undone. 
Understand it to be beneficial 
in the long run.

Make life sweeter than a 
ton of sally-lunn ,sally-lunn. 
Out run the doubt until you have won. 
Understand that you are some one,
fit to run upon the sun and clouds.
Reach above and pick heavens flowers. 
So high up in the sky, gazing into 
the eyes of success. 
Hold your chess and say I am blessed. 
Your surroundings you impress.

Suppress, suppress and undress 
those doubtful thoughts.
Progress not digress, express
that light you possess.
Let success be your address. 

This I profess because once 
my light was put to the test. 
A light I lost in doubt. 
It was repossessed because
now I know I am truly blessed.
Do not doubt your self,
within all of us a light 
shines with effulgence.

By:Elliott Bowe
Definition for sally lunn:
a flat round sweet teacake usually served hot.
Enjoy: )

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Elderberry flowers

The laced-head heads
Of the elderberry flowers
Curtsied in acknowledgement 
Of the sun arising east
The breakfast breeze
With the slightest ease 
Had the lemon-grass skirt
Dance provocatively

The fairy-lace heads
Of the elderberry flowers
Agreed with exquisite manners
That the life-giving powers
Of the Light’s regal banners
Held the promise
Of a new day

A new day has come
Filled with promises

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This hour is oh, so beautiful
I sit, and I devour it all
As silence fills my heart and soul
This sunset makes me feel so whole.

I watch the sun approach the ocean
Absorbed I am in deep devotion
As I see it melt into the sea
And oh, the joy, the mystery!

The sky fills up with orange hue
It’s lost its color, azure blue
And as the sun drowns in the sea
This beauty, how it touches me

The orange hue grows deep, then dies
Bringing darkness to the skies
As birds sing out there goodnight song
To tell the silence ‘Day is gone’

I sit and ponder on this show
Then leave it all, and home I go.

29 June 2014 @ 1337hrs.


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A Walk on the Sands

As the palm-trees
danced in the faint
ocean breeze, the sands
gently tickled my feet
as they quickly moved inland

The Sun accompanied 
with a sense of freedom,
made me feel as though
the Sun-rays were passing
through me, feeding my soul
with wonder and awe

Sparkling like diamonds
dancing to the tunes of a
magical wand, the skin of the
ocean glowed with Heavenly radiance
that blinded my eyes and
enchanted my mind at the same time

This was a moment not
even a myriad comets could
inspire me with such depth
as the whispers of the ocean
and the warm stare of the Sun

By: Teddy Kimathi

(This is a Summer Poem)

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Sun Dancing

sunshine dancing on the rippling water sets it glistening reflecting the sun's beauty in sparkling water diamonds

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Red Sun

sky awake filter through clouds
red so deep cinnamon orb
awaken yourself poet
crimson thoughts to dream

July 2nd, 2013
For Russell's Red Sun contest.

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morning arrives

song breaks the stillness
calling the sun from slumber
dawn chorus begins

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Every Day

The pigeon-shaded sidewalk glistened wet
After swimming all night under rain
That poured from charcoal-coloured clouds and met
With feathers ruffling in disdain.

It was still dark as thunder in the sky,
As if the sun decided to sleep in -
Preferring to be silent in his rise,
To let those giants in gray play violin.

Electric bolts danced briefly in the distance. 
The warning bell that followed rumbled low,
Complaining of his dreary coexistence 
Between that fire and the rain that fell below.

Until at last the sun came out to play,
Instilling hope that maybe, this time, she would stay.  

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I had a dream last night
fogged by an uneven frost of the morning
guessing if the sun rose.

It dawned on me
it was night still
with forehead engulfed by the fallen hair.

I figured her out
against wealthy gold streaks of sky
while flowers kept merrying in the garden.
Sitting cross-legged in the pavement
She awaited a long cherished arrival;
the pavement turning
          BLACK , white	
          Black , WHITE

Time danced on the cross roads
  with a series of its resonant restrained movements.
Its hand drew out for me
and I trying to grab them
  found the sun shining
  illuminating everything
  except shadow of my own construction.
The very next moment
  ate up its hands
  and shadow intermingled with the silent darkness.

Vehicles tossed up the roads
flooding the pavement with light
  Alterations marked the vivacity of vagueness
  to fathom the unfathomable
and fragmented mirth wetted me from within.
    WHITE would make my shadow flee, I thought.

Sitting there,
she snatched stars from the moonless sky
and buried in the boisterous soil.
I climed up the hill 
  and fell from the precipice
  and she followed
like unshed tears of void eyes.

I kept stringing up my instrument
  as I had only songs to offer
  that of my own disintegration
And she stood
in front of the church-gate
in deathly austerity.

The deity rose in protest,
Melodies evolved from the ocean-cradle
  -filling the air with its uncommon pitch
  and my songs kept straying in the corner
  looking for fortification.

I dreamt then-
     trees stretching themselves upright
     trying to peep into heaven:
     Deep fragrance of incences rising
     where I stood
     draped in WHITE
     praying with vague distrust.

I rose from the bed rubbing my eyes
  and at the breakfast table
  I sat dismayed 
  as I remembered all.

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The Way

Its the way the breeze whispers

across my skin

and the sun caresses


in his warmth


its the way you love me

even when you’re not here

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Red Sun

Looking up the horizon
sun rises up the clear sky
suddenly turned into red
to warm the whole world.

The sun like a flaming ball
magically transformed me
into a slave of nature
to worship God’s work.

June 25, 2013
For Russell's "Red Sun" Contest

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Shadow of a butterfly reaching through the light shining 
Through transparent window panes.
The shadow of me hiding in the shade casted
By the wall beneath the sill.

Sunlight of this evening lighting up my bedroom,
Helping me to see my surrounding.
Sunlight of this day, for me, it was brightly burning,
All while bicycling home.

Shadow of a bird symbolizing flying and basking
In the sun, which soothes my pains.
The shadow of me concealing itself and fasted
Inside my head as I sit still.

Rays of a sunset touching the glass, illuminating
The colours and the wall.	
Rays of a sunrise waiting for night to pass, wishing
To shine so I may finally roam.

Shadow of a cage: this window the only thing
Keeping me as solitary as I can be.
The shadow of me welling up deep within,
Descending into sorrow.

Light of the sun embracing countries, forever travelling.
Sunrise awaiting my horizon.
Light of the sun reminding me how
There will be a day of my dream coming true.

Shadow of the blue twilight gently glowing
Throughout this room where I am free.
The shadow of me restlessly reflecting
Upon thoughts of the days beyond tomorrow.

Sunshine everyday warmly reassuring
That it will always shine on through.
Sunshine everyday piercing
The gray clouds of any day.

Shadow of thoughts filling
My mind with a saddening realization.
The shadow of me is suddenly being embraced,
My Sun ensuring in time I will attain all I’ve dreamed.

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Where do you go

The night sky calls, invites me home.
The moon and stars shine all alone.
The moon is full and starts to glow,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The stars seem like diamonds in the sky.
They have no wings yet they do fly.
Their brilliance just continues to grow,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The sun returns and shines so bright,
Providing light to chase away the night.
The rhythms of life still persist and flow,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The air gets hot as the day lingers,
I watch as life slips through my fingers.
There’s something more I wish to know,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The sun kisses the horizon as it sets,
What you want may not be what you get.
A cool evening breeze begins to blow,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The cycle is complete as it gets dark,
I look for a place to make my mark.
The stars and moon begin to show,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

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Morning stars so bright
A gift from so far away
That moment is gone

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Cry Of The Whippoorwill

The mist seems to be covering the cool water this morning
Just like my grandmother's quilt lying across her feather bed
The sun is breaking dawn, on the horizon brightly shining
As I hear the last cry of a whippoorwill and wonder what it said

The nighttime creatures have found their place for sleeping
In their burrows and on highest branches, some now are perching
The daytime comes alive with the sounds of all of those
Who simply prefer life in sunshine I suppose

The faint light of the stars turns into sunrise golden hue
Then the sky above goes from darkness to pale blue
The mist disappears as though it had never been
Perhaps just being absorbed back to where last night it began

The trees gently wave as if to say hello to a new day
White clouds roll across the sky in an entertaining way
Making pictures as they go for all who take the time to see
What to make of each is up to you and me

Now the sun starts sinking as the breeze begins to still
I can see the moon peeking over the far distant hill
I once again hear the lonely cry of a single whippoorwill
The mist re-appears and with stars the night sky does fill

©Donna Jones

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Open Field - Visual 7

          Open Field - Visual 7

                 Bold tree
          Consumes landscape
      Cries on soft green carpet 
Tears rain on branches in the wind
               Grass sings

Create on 1/12/15 for – Andrea Dietrich’s “An American Beauty: Write Like Adelaide” Poetry Contest - (cinquain form 2,4,6,8,2 syllable count) 

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View from a Hill

Oh, I get such a lovely thrill
looking out from the top of a hill
The view is very heavenly
enchanting me with its beauty

Watching the clouds in the sky
I see them slowly drifting by
Some of them are white and fluffy
making me feel bright and cheery
Some are shaped like animals
A horse, a whale and other mammals

Looking down in the valley below
Trees are bathed with the sunshine's glow
Water in the stream that's flowing
is crystal clear and glistening

Yes, the view from the top of a hill
certainly gives me a lovely thrill

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Sunsets And Sunrises

~Sunsets And Sunrises~ ( Free Verse) The day goes along Extending its very long wings Extracting life from every light From every sunset till is united Forever with all the night Parting in silence with all the winds Half-closed eyes without any Sleep Hearing every single loving note And whisper Watching every single passing and Fading shadow Searching all the time For a brand-new and glowing light Till the night again departs So sad And from it comes out another New Sunrise! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 January,16,2015

Details | Choka | |

In the wilderness

Clouds, white or gray gone
Not leaving a trace behind
And pure azure blue skies, drown
In blinding sunshine.

Summer has arrived
The sun beats down on the plains
Mercilessly, changing life
Once quite green, now pale.

Yet flowers do bloom
yellow accents fields gone dry
Vines in red, rose and purple hues
Cacti, their blooms bright.

Yet the earth suffers
Turned beggar, longs for water
Mountains turn rusty amber
River beds' dry stare.

But deep underneath
Thermal volcanic water
A treasure is found, healing
Giving courage, dream.

The winds pick up speed,
As the sun descends the blue
Transforming the ski's appeal
Orange and mauve hues.

Temperatures cool down
The earth is relief from scorch
People come out, still look out 
For a sign of clouds.

When at last they come
Not a complain is heard, but
in all their hearts, dread is gone
The promise is up.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 07.09.11

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for lost in the day and the sounds of the sun
with hands in the air and feelings undone
as life in the sands and the pouring of fear
of love and of death, it fails with a cheer

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Haiku 9 - iguana on the treetops, mister spider, 6 am and falling rain

perched on the treetops iguana closes its eyes soaking in the sunshine the new doorkeeper of this deserted house - one mister spider 6 am and falling rain bed! how cosy you feel this morning

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''Yellow, radiant,--''

Yellow, radiant, hot and imposing, the sun burns like a furnace.

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Let out the light

May the snows stop
and the rain cease…
May the winds take shelter
and let the sun birds sing. 
Let out the spring!
Let out the spring!
I want the flowers to bloom
and the sun to shine
Let out the light!
I want tulips and roses 
lily’s and daisy’s
Let out the birds and the bee’s
the monarchs and the daisy’s 
I want the snows and the rains
the long winds and dark days
To finally end.
Let out the light!
Let out the spring!


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Crystal Winter

Crystal lines with their
sparkling sides glistening in
early morning light.

Evergreen, dripping with heavy white blankets.

Rabbits hiding in their snug little
boroughs, safe from the chill.

Snow rising high, into drifts and mounds that dwarf the trees.

The sun glitters off everything,
magnified by the icy prisms.

A red cardinal perched upon a silvery-green bough.
Ever watchful, welcoming winter with his cranberry plumage.

A crystal winter in the tranquil forest land.

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Just another day

Mornings brilliance
lets the sun spread it’s grin
Slowly warming the beds
awakening the flowers
as they raise their heads
birds chorus dawns delight
melancholic tunes contrite
Nature’s charms begin to stir
Doors slam shut and engines whirr
A shout of ‘Hello’, or ‘Good morning dear’,
Friendly waves and nods of cheer
Then traffic jams and people queue
Paper stands sell the daily news
Off to work the adults go
mums to school with kids in tow
A lovely day is off to start
Fulfilled with joy ‘till sun departs.

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At Morning Play

The sun shines gently upon me. 
The birds are busy at play.
The children are sleeping. 
The cats are out creeping.
And the dog has been barking all day.

The birds cackle and chirp;
As they play a round of hide and seek.
The dog watches with excitement, 
as the cat strolls by so frail and meek.

A good morning kiss from the sun to the world.
Its a brand new day.
wake up boys and girls.

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A Letter from Indonesia

Dear Home:

Please forgive my departure, silent and without warning, like the simmering 
warmth of mountain springs that bubble, unexpected, in the pale tropic light of 
morning. I am now straddling the equator, my toes naked against the earth, 
tasting the sweetness of Indonesian soil, volcanic, fertile, undisturbed, and to my 
soul delivering rebirth.

The air before dawn tastes of sweet-vanilla and dry nuts, at noon of ripe fruit with 
caramelized sugar, and at dusk an exotic thickness of fresh leaves, moonlit 
seas, and a richness of rare orchids all kiss in a soothing breeze. 

By day I explore sculpted canyons and wet rice fields, secret Hindu temples, the 
Mahayana Buddhist Borobudur, deserted for centuries; I discover a myriad of 
mysteries the Island Mountains conceal.

At night Gamelan music is a spice that saturates the mind and your body exalts 
the rhythm of double- headed lace drums, beating, beating, beating, beating 
dramatic time. Gongs and bamboo flutes resonate, echo in the heart, the 
passion of a culture preserving colour, tradition, sung poetry, and ancestral art. 

My diet has been that of rice, fish, and lots of fresh fruit: berries, sprouts, sharp 
tasting roots, similar to that of the Sun Sumatran Bear, stout, with sleek black fur, 
resting in the trees eating the young tips of palm which he peels with care. 
The sun is a golden disk that sits atop the Java mountains, painting light brown 
skin, pearls of perspiration, with dirt and pollen burning in and out of yellow rays, 
bringing dry heat to the excitement in the streets, where people infuse Life into 
Life in extraordinary ways.   

Finally in sleep, memories, spirits, emotion are lifted to the moon, cleansing the 
temple of my soul with a delicate touch of porcelain white, beams like a melody 
transforming the night, a surreal dream tangible to my skin, Indonesia swirls 
around me – my desire strong to feel the strength of its pulse from within.

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The seasons of life

It has sure been a long cold winter,
Like wood in the cold my thoughts splinter.
The cold wind blows so I turn around,
Snow appears like a blanket on the ground.

Everything is gray, no leaves in the trees,
It seems the cold has brought life to its knees.
Ice clings to branches instead of leaves,
Everyone is clad in coats and long sleeves.

Suddenly the sun shines, the ices melt.
The warmth of the sun can surely be felt.
Green sprouts freely from the ground,
I hear the birds sing a joyous sound.

Spring’s in my heart, life is reborn.
Cold winds replaced by a breeze that is warm.
Flowers start to grow as colors return,
Rivers rise up with a foam they do churn.

Summer arrive and everything grows,
Colors explode as the sun glows.
It gets hot so I sit in the shade,
Trees provide a canopy, leaves they made.

The days are so long, filled with light.
Fireflies dance in the warm summer night.
Fish jump up to catch bugs on the pond,
My imagination grows and moves beyond.

Soon the winds chill, Autumn’s in the air,
The sky is so blue the weather still fair.
Leaves change colors, like a picture in a book,
They start slowly and become everywhere you look.

The wind gets colder the leaves fall to the ground.
Caught in a breeze they make a rustling sound.
They seem to blow and get tossed around,
Look up in the trees, none can be found.

The cycle of life repeats once again,
New life arises from the ashes of the end.
Abundance in spring, fall shall deplete,
Living then dying the cycle’s complete.

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Into the Sunlight

It is the divine time again,
where my eyes gain
an opportunity to see the sky
fiery, as though the sun
has poured its energy 
on the stars, causing a fiery
reaction that is beautiful, and doesn't burn......


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In the midst of conclusion,
this breathtaking, last sight.
Fitting the peace of final sigh,
the picture perfect landscape
spread out beneath a sky clear as Heaven’s light.

The vastness of nature’s reach and the danger of death
combined in dance creates an epic last note
in which one edge of balance will topple onto the other.

In a flash, my past performs a scene
to the rhythm of panic
as I’m held on edge by the arms of a murderous heart,
refusing to let me fall to forgotten love,
telling me to hold on…
Beyond the threshold of the rugged horizon
Heaven's gates beckon.

Should I let go?
To die inside myself or to live in slavery?

I look up to the now brilliant, crystalline sunset.
Time is running out for choice
as bloodied hands lose their foothold.
I look back to see the shadows multiplying,
encompassing the hope of life. 

As night chokes the permeating beams, 
I shut my eyes
and give up the fight that was never mine…

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Dark clouds abound the skies
Wind blowing leaves and dusts
Drops of rain on pour
Wet slippery dangerous roads..

All these a melancholic sight
Aghast the coolness of the breeze
Apparent the absence of radiance
So thus the glow of sunlight

Some adores and loves this scene
As for me, I don't
I beckon the rays of sunshine
I cherish the warmth of luminescence

Gladness fills instantly my heart
When on daybreak I see the sun
Sunrises brings forth better beginnings
Sunsets reflects new hopes not ending

by: olive_eloi

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Rain Has Passed

~*~ ~~**~~ rain has passed the rainbow shows as a promise of the past the sun rises above invisible clouds not a single shadow cast and nature glows colors brightly massed ~~**~~ ~*~

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Sunrise Fashion

the mellow blush of sunrise 
seeps through the soft gray clouds 
trees appear in their green hoods 
love is in the air as doves flirt
birds go mad making throaty noises 
as they dip over the clear lake water
echoing sweet sounds of fresh life
yellows, oranges, blues burst in full attire 
as sunlight shines like diamonds 
patches of flowering grass trim the forest  
in a circle of colors
slumbering animals whisper
to the joy as the new day appears
in the radiant look that nature wears

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Stars, Moonshine and sunbeams

Stars hide their faces
behind the fluffy white cloud
just an odd twinkle

Moonshine beams dancing
causing flickering shadows
that dance joyously

Sunbeams hit the water
refracting and enhancing
the crystal river

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Prairie Sunset

The sun hung low in the heaven's
Before it proclaimed it's nocturnal rest
Sliding gently behind earth's round orb
as daylight slips into evening dusk
The sun gives it's last burst of bright light
Sprinkling the clouds with kaleidoscopic  colors
 Decorating and painting the land of living skies
This is nature's design, a radiant sunset
Creating an evening of pure prairie perfection.


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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold

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The Sun

A bright, blinding disc,
Impossible to miss. 
Only during the day, 
When kids are out to play. 

It radiates warmth and love, 
Shining with brilliance from above. 
Children squeal and dogs bark, 
All in the beauty of the park. 

Without the sun life would've been a dream, 
Instead we have cool, purified streams. 
Some of which came from water in the drain, 
Which evaporated and came down as rain!  

The sun is our companion and our friend, 
Who will be with us till the very end. 
Without it we have no life, no fun, 
So spend lots of time with our friend the sun! 

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On Open Field

               On Open Field

Giant oak consumes the landscape girth
Tears come down, gain momentum, form as rain
Sun beams and wind twist it into bands that land
Strike each leaf and branch with spring like action 
Between each drop of water and speck of light
There is a story to be told
Grass abounds out there about the tree
Expands for miles to horizons deep in green
Drinks in the sun beams, wind and rain
Nourished and serine
Sings underneath the giant tree
On open field

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Sunday's Gift Out On The Porch

Nip in the air speaks loudly
Seek a warmer place in the sun
Sun slowly speaks with a southern drawl
Her lavender dress creeping behind 
Trailing a beautiful skirt on morn's horizon
Max, Maximilian Sunflower almost outsparkles the early sun
The sun that slowly glows orange through the Leland Cyrpress and woodsy trees
Whitey waits huddled against the corner post cold needing Sun to hurry along so she can 
climb onto the roof enjoying the radiant heat
Nip wants to send me away so that warmth will penetrate aching bones
Desiring to visit with the weak crowing rooster's song for just a moment longer
Those moments that are swiftly passing now as the sun's radiant golden light comes higher
with sun loosing her gown of lavender
Becoming naked before the earth for their joining of spirits to reciprocate love for each other
Thanks to God for the day and for the life and beauty to enjoy once more!

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My Quiet Place The Conservatory

My Quiet Place The Conservatory
Its early, the mist is just lifting as I open the conservatory doors, the spider webs are everywhere just hanging from every plant twig and the gazebo, all trailing a million jewels of dew as the sun rises through the disappearing clouds.  I wonder once again if the sun will sit in this layer for the day or give us some late summer warmth that we have missed this year. I always wonder at this time of year if the webs are here all year and we just don’t see them, and I don’t like that idea for two reasons, one is that I am scared of spiders, not scared they attack, but they just creep me out and even though I am a gardener and I know all the benefits of them, I just can’t stand them. The other reason I don’t like to think I have walked through all their hard work of the night spinning their webs as homes and food nets and we just barge through willy-nilly not caring. 

I open the doors wide once more 
The webs hang as jewels
The new sunrise I gaze in awe
Dew drips, drop, in small pools

My spider fear makes me shiver
But wonder takes its place
Bejewelled forms of art quiver
The spider’s daily resting place

Contest Entry: My Quiet Place, sponsored By S Kendrick

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Summer Sun

Golden shards of light,
Barrel down the mountainside:
Frolicking shadows.

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Sparkling Stars, Shining Sun

The sky would be dark if it weren't for stars
They sparkle in the night with their brilliance
The stars twinkle with light, they leave no scars
Overcoming clouds with resilience
With them is a dazzling, bright, glowing moon 
They beam down at a peaceful empty street
Waiting, knowing that the sun will come soon
The moon stays so she and the sun can meet
But the moon must go as the sun glows bright
The brightness reigns as the sun takes the stage
The day begins and once more rules the light
The red in the sky, the color of rage
Reflects the chaos of a new day
"We are much better," the stars always say

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A faraway lantern

wickery shadows                                                                                                            palish yellow light reflects                                                                                          nest lonesome mistletoe                         *                                                                            - An evening view of sunset through the wood line

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Summer's End

Autumn leaves
Summer Sun's warmth
Surfing temporarily

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Palm Tree Delight

P   A   L   M      T    R     E      E      D   E   L   I   G   H   T
Written by Catherine Reinke

In your arms, I lay behold ,
gentle winds and sea salt kiss.
Shade full arms from hot sun bold 
coco milk sweet, lovers dish.

My naked skin, sun loves to play
lying under this palm tree day.

Listen  to your  arms wind sound.
No gentler tender song I’ve found.

Tension, grief, sorrow and more,
all left behind seaside’s door.

For here life’s origins, beget and made
ancient past lives, memories to fade.

But here in Tulum, my friendship sea
I find myself, in gentle palm tree.

And so from youth my memory serves
a poem that retold again deserves.

“that only God can make a tree and
…poems are written by fools like me”

Truly then and true today
That Godly art create tree play.

For made he did a vast array
charming comfort of trees I say.
Strong steadfast oaks.
Wispy willows.
Lilac purples for ones pillow.
Cedar pillars ancient.
Rain forest lush,
only the palm tree 
makes me bush.

Round coco breasts filled with milk.
Erect pillar penetrating fronds of silk.

So, in your arms I want to be
naked, contentment, happy and free.
And so end my tree poetic attempt
of my love affair palm tree spent.

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Petals In Bloom

I’ve been waiting in the sunshine
For my time to grow.
I’ve waited through the frost and shine,
And through several foot deep snow.

The flowers all around me, grown,
Their petals shine in deep full bloom.
While me I’m still a long thick stick
With only small leaves to groom.

Now I’ve seen these flowers die,
But I’m still standing strong.
For awhile I wanted to be these flowers,
But now I see I’m wrong.
For while these flowers may be pretty,
They don’t have the strength to last,
Through sun and storm and sun again,
I am a tree, alas.

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The Divine Danced

I watched the sun rising beneath the moon,
As whispers of life brushed against my face,
I looked inside the meanings of the rune,
And felt her power fill me with her love,
As winds of changes blessed me with her grace,
I saw the sun rise with the moon above.
To hold the glory of her destiny,
No manmade temple can ever be built,
And there, the divine danced all around me,
Enraptured by her loving lunar charms,
Old feelings men inspired by sacred guilt,
She lifted as I wept within her arms.
I watched the sun rising beneath the moon,
To hold the glory of her destiny.

Form: Cornish Sonnet

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Sunrise In Our Eyes

Copyright © 2014

Beaming into our eyes
  a beautiful sunrise.

But birds still sing
  and humans cling.

Clinging to hope
  still trying to cope.

Cope with what was and is
  a sunrise to birds still a thrill.

That beautiful sunrise
  fading from our eyes.

by: lp//0830hrs Easter Standard Time

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The Castle of the Sky

As the sun rises,
everything comes to life.
Even the city that never sleeps
seems to be just waking up.
As the city is reflected,
down onto the river,
it is tall and majestic.
The center of all life.
The only thing that is more beautiful...
is the castle of the sky.
At night it is the stars and moon
where the fairies work their magic spells.
At day it is the sun and clouds
where the Gods play.
Only believers can see the castle of the sky.
And know what spells the fairies work
and what games the Gods play.
But all of us have believed at one time or another.
And some of us have never stopped believing
in the castle of the sky. 

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May 22

I was sitting in my backyard tonight
watching the sun set.
The moon was out and there was one star,
one bright star sitting above the western horizon.

As the sun began to set
it got colder,
but it was a good kind of cold.

Not the kind of coldness
 that reaches into my bones
and leaves me shivering.
It just settles on my skin
and slowly burns away.

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As the sun rises in the east and the shades of night are slowly lifted,
I view the morning sun slowly rising in the east. 
When the darkness makes way for the light, one can see the fresh dew hanging heavy
on blades of grass. It has bent them, some only slightly, while others
droop towards the earth. These fragile droplets sparkle in the rays
of the morning sun while displaying colors of the rainbow in every direction.
The warmth from the sun will soon shorten their life, and some will die,
evaporating under the rays of the warming sun, while others slide down the blades
of grass to feed the earth. The air is cool and fresh with gentle breeze,
and this is the inspiration for the morning stroll as I walk towards the sun.
I am free to choose, so why go west? Enjoy the sight while it lasts, before
the heat of the day. The sky changes as the sun rises and the reds
and orange fade to merge with the blue. Some insects emerge to forage again,
while others hide away, until the shadows of the setting sun heralds
another night of their particular life.

And so another cycle begins.

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After The Storm

After the storm, trees that were bending with the strain
Will regain their posture and stand erect again

After the storm, birds that flew away to find shelter
Will return and sing their songs even sweeter

After the storm, the howling wind that raged with fury
Will turn into a gentle breeze to calm your agony

After the storm, the sun will shine once more
And comfort you like it never did before

After the storm, you will smile with no pain
And find the love in your heart to move on again

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Blue Red - Haiku

     Blue Red – Haiku

Waves turn the day’s sea

Sun sets, burns on horizon

One blue, other red

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Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow willow tree,
your graceful branches are all I see.
The dantyest of leaves swaying in the breeze,
the beauty of your fullness stands out from other trees.
As I sit under your bountiful shade,
greatful for your structure the lord has made.
The perfect little place for a mid summer's nap,
as I close my eyes and tip the brim of my hat.
Your home resides in a meadow of butterflies and bees,
like the heart of nature you hold the keys.
Birds use your branches to make nests for their little ones,
while squirrels use you for a playhouse, somewhere to run.
The afternoon sun kisses your leaves so sweet,
this is the place where lovers sometimes meet.
The scene and essence of your bark is pleasant to the eyes,
the very core of your beauty, this is where it lies.

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The Wind

She rested last night
Now pushing out the wet gloom
Sunny rays appear

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Meaningful Meeting

A happy person on a snowy morning, 
standing near the sea, beneath the rising sun.

A person finding happiness while watching the sea,
standing amidst morning snow, as the sun is shining.

Happiness found on a snowy morning,
near the sea, the sun above, burning brightly.

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Are we never satisfied ?........... Stop and look out your window !!!!!!!

When the weather is cold
we complain,
When the weather is hot
we complain,
It’s to windy !
I hear you say,
Theres not enough
breeze to dry my clothes today.

Why does it always 
rain on my day off ?

Why does the sun always shine 
when am at work ?

Can you remember snow,
My grandchildren say
’’what is snow ’’granny

Why are we never satisfied
when the sun shines
phew…...It’s to hot !

When the wind blows
brrrrrrrrr….It’s to cold !
Are we never satisfied.

Why don't we appreciate
what we get 
We need the different

Look out of the window
see the beautiful colors
of trees and flowers.

Look at all the different shades
of green,

Our weather is what makes
England the green and 
and pleasant land it is.

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Kissed by the Sun

There, beyond the garden wall, 
Lost among the grass and weeds
A wild rose grew beneath the trees
With fragrance blithe, to fill the breeze
And her petals soft as velveteen...

She is watered and fed by pearls of dew
But is hidden there, where no one knows
Where no one sings a song for her
To praise the beauty of her hue...

This lovely rose in solitaire
With leaves of green, and tendrils twined
Yearns to bask in joys of spring...
Where song birds nest, and robins sing
A place to show her grace, sublime...

A garden fair, an arbor high
Is just beyond the other side
She spies a crevice in the wall, 
And through the slit a golden glow
She climbs the stones, and stretches small
And squeezes through, uncurling all
A virgin rose, unloved, and shunned
Is finally kissed by heaven's sun

By Carrie R.  For Gail's Contest:

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O'er Yon Mountain

This poem has been turned into a song on You Tube.  Just type in the title and enjoy.

O’er Yon Mountain

O’er yon mountain where the wind blows strong,
Do I here a lark singing his song?
Or could he be calling to his mate,
Saying “Come sit with me on the garden gate”.

O’er yon mountain where the sun shines bright,
The flowers are growing to the bee’s delight.
The bee gathers the nectar to survive,
He will fly it faraway to his honey hive.

O’er yon mountain where the grass is green,
Any morning a doe can be seen.
Her fawn are also eating near by,
She watches and listens closely to a coyote cry.

O’er yon mountain where the trees grow tall,
Where the snow can reach you chin in early fall.
Where the smoke from the cabin can be seen far away,
Where the aroma of good food, can reach clear into the next day.

O’er yon mountain where the sun will set,
A stranger o’er there I’ve never met.
If there’s a quiet place you want to be,
Then come on o’er yon mountain and sit with me.

©2008 Lynn B Glover

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To survive

Swaying away in the glints of the sun
shielding the mice from the birds overhead
smiling shly thinking my work's nearly done
nearly time to sleep in my earthy bed

Soon the sky will darken, sun disappears
the fronds  will curl up to sleep till dawn
When sun is up , it stretches and re-appears
ready to shield and hide and look upon 

The fronds remind me of a parents part
in shielding and keeping us from harm
This done with  love and from the heart
always there for us , always  so calm

Relaxed in the knowledge of a job well done
opens up the shield lets the light into our lives
Time for us all to make the decisions alone
your folks step back, it's up to us to survive

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Everything in life is in a constant state of change A mountain may appear fixed for it is unlikely to change noticeably in our lifetime Yet from the perspective of infinite time that mountain is just as transient as the morning mist Even as one looks at the mountain it is changing The sun, wind, rain, snow and other forces of Nature are continually changing that mountain It may take millions perhaps billions of years for a noticeable change but Nature has infinite time for the change

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The Countryside

Born beneath the misty hills
In a world that silently heals
Where lush greenery blooms in abundance
Adorning the apple trees with magical essence.
As the rising sun lights up the eastern sky,
Children run towards the apple trees with dreamy eyes.
Their rosy cheeks resemble ripe apples
And they run around the countryside sprinkling seeds of love.
The golden rays of the sun settle upon the tranquil hills
And illuminate the hearts of a flock of sheep.
As they bathe in the holy sunlight
Purity rises up from their hearts and mingles with mist like a playful dove.
As the evening sets in and the western sky turns orange,
Peacocks start dancing to the tune of dew
And innocent squirrels hug the moist bluebells and daffodils gracefully
Glorifying the colourful  countryside with sheer genuineness.
When the night grows in a sincere way,
The moons and stars gather above the countryside.
Endowed by their enchanting light,
Angels come down to the countryside sailing on blissful winds.
Angels visit a celebrating waterfall
Which murmurs its own heartfelt rhythm.
They open the doors of their soul
And transform the heartfelt rhythm into lullaby.
Angels fly around and sing the lullaby in their divine voices,
Blessing the countryside to a peaceful sleep.
The angels knit the countryside with an aura of tenderness
And pay homage to her worth.

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Weekend of Sunshine

Weekend of Sunshine
Flood waters now receded
Still need welly boots

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The Call of the Swan

A night so cold
Though spring has sprung
Winter so bold
Refuse to run.

Deployed my wings
Wide, gleaming white
Destiny sings
My mate to find.

Flew through showers
Blown about, caught
By strong currents
Of wind so bold.

Rested at night
By ponds and creeks
To avoid plight
Of hungry beasts.

I remember
My parents' love
Their wise lectures
The song they sung.

Yet my heart weeps
For the one I see
In all my dreams
My song won't cease.

As my Father
Found its soul mate,
My sweet Mother
So will I, one day.

I'll fear no night
I'll fear no storm
With the sun I rise
Till light's no more.

Until the day
As I follow the sun 
Above clouds of gray
The same song is sung.

For only one
Can sing the same
And I will know
That I found my mate.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 04.24.11

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Gods Beauty

I thank your dearly god for all the days
 You've shown us beauty in so many ways
 The crimson sun against the smoky sky
 The speckles of villages from mountains high
 When everything is covered with a film of dust
 Painting your trees 'n shrubs with a film of rust
 September's trees in warm attire all flush
 As they cover their bareness in quite a rush
 The fires that creep over the hills at night
 A pretty red rope is all that's in sight
 So much awe in the wake of destruction
 As all your creatures struggle to function
 Under October's sun bearing down
 Upon the ground completely brown
 The rivers trickle to an absolute nil
 As all the land becomes deathly still
 Upon the flats as the heat's haze lingers there
 Survival a must we can hardly bear
 But the trees remind us it again soon will rain
 As in faith their green leaves refutably remain
 As the darkened clouds upon the horizon meet
 The hope in the air drifting past is sickly sweet
 The parched earth eagerly waits to greet
 The large drops of manna falling at its feet
 And we all breath a large sigh of relief
 As with the waters gift, gone is the grief
 Thank you god for all we go through
 When we can't really see what's true
 Time in its circle such a complex thing
 We know healing u always will bring
 So much beauty does abound
 That faith can always be found.

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Dark Days

The morning fog settles low to the ground.
The clouds above are black and grey.
Thunder roars a mighty sound.
As I awake, no sun today.
The forecast tells of dark days.
Lightning strikes electrify.
Slicing through the great black sky.
Clouds continue to roll in,
keeping speed with the wind.
As I awake, no sun today.
Rain slaps hard at my windowpane.
The forecast tells of dark days.
Thunder shakes the walls in my room.
It rains and rains until the rise of the moon.
The wind begins to whistle a tune.
Forecast calls for dark days.
I hope its not a hurricane.
Wind spins the weathervane.
Trees fall across the lane.
I hope its not a hurricane.

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Golden Valley

Gazing upon the valley below.
Golden tree tops reminiscent of flickering candle light.
The setting sun will soon snuff this valleys warm glow.
Telling all its time to sleep tight.

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A touch of suffused sun rays soft promise of dusk riot of pastels, soothing... fragrant misty musk sea gulps the sun soon Creatures migrate homewards to Love's cozy cocoon! Yesha Shah 3/10/2012 for: Wonder of Dusk in Seguidilla Nette Onclaud

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Morning sunrise red
Color waning through the day
Then snuffed out at bed.

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Before the sunrise
A line of clouds is orange
When all else is dark.

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Climbing Eternity

Long shadows grow, as sunlight fades, with a bridge from the earth to sky
The purple mountains stretch their peaks, and tip-toe to the sun
If mountains fill eternity, we will strive to climb them all

There is no urge more keen or sure than to watch the sun ease down
No other birth defies description, as to see the stars appear 
Earth's oldest rituals, again renewed, have taken all my words


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  Ray   of   clear sun  shows
   Across  the heaps of snows

   The  whiteness's  rival,
   Announcing the soon  arrival

   Of a host of  its  fellows -
   Welcome yellows,

   Not yet melting  - 
   Calling distantly to  spring.

   A simple beam of light
   Warning  the  winter’s  white:   
   Our   time is now,  brother -
   You must move over  for  another


Canadian winters can be long and severe, and the 
first hint of an ending is when  the  sun breaks through,
even though  it is  still  freezing weather.
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Entered in  Poet ~ Destroyer's  Contest 

"Any Poem in which did not place in a contest. (second chance contest)" 


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A Red Rose sticks out from between two stone, So bright this Rose that's blossoming here. Reaching between two great stones for a trickle of light, Pleading with it's petals like hands clasped praying. Such a curious and unique flower sits there. Across a stream that flits by unassuming, Content to flow by this beautiful rose trapped by stone, Reaching for light so that it may be free. The leaves have fallen and the sun is grown weak, It falls from the sky like it was fleeing the thought. That if it hung any longer it would not have the strength, to lay itself down to rest for the night. It has grown cold for my Rose; red and shaking as bits of snow lick at its petals on their way to the ground. Alas! The stones have lost their grip and the Rose starts to dip slowly toward the stream to escape in it's powerful current. As the Rose reaches the water's edge against the silent snow, Ice is all that awaits the Red Rose that has wilted in the cold. I step out of the wood and walk across the ice, That contains the powerful flow of water like a plexiglass prison. I have never met a stream so unassuming and ignorant To the beauty that is 'bout to be forever lost When as I'm bending to lift the frozen Red, Beautiful Rose The sun strikes up into the air like a match and burns with such white hot intensity That it melts the ice upon the stream. Where I stand. As I am swiftly swept away in the cool water, my eyes fall for a minute. on the Red Rose which has risen again: strong. and bright. and beautiful.
Robert Dixon October 7th, 2011

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Carry Me This Day

The sun rose red
Like a hot fire
On cold winter's day
Through the mist
Shrouded fog, bright red
It did blaze

Scattered whispy clouds
But some on horizon
Of heavy charcoal gray
Blessings they are
To keep summer's heat
Far away at bay

The roosters' crow
But faint the sound
As if tired of heat
Which they want to go away 
Or maybe the old ones sleep
Before the misery comes to stay

Mostly natures quiet this morn
A crow caws here and there
Few crickets chirp
But the birds aren't up
Or busily feed and drink
Of dew laden plants
Before sun dries it all away

Fill me my cup with 
Moisture laden spirit
Don't let it run dry today
Give me bread from heaven
To carry me all this day_ 

Free Verse for lack of what else to call it

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Oh Sunrise

Sunrise..Sunrise...Rise up and shine your love on me.
Shine your love on me.
It's got to be the nicest thing.
You can do for me, in the morning..

Sunrise...Sunrise...Rise up and shine your love on me.
Your love it shines like a golden sphere, and it's always near.
And it shines on me, in the morning..

Sunrise...Sunrise...Rise up and shine your love on me.
It's got to be the nicest thing.
You can do for me.Oh! Sunrise..

Oh! Sunrise...Rise up and shine your love on me.
It's got to be the nicest thing.
You can do for me, in the morning..

Sunrise...Oh! Sunrise...

Oh! Sunrise Song Poem- By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014..ALL rights reserved..

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Of Mad Dogs

The walker prevails without his brimmed hat, 
skirting whirling dervish of hungry gnats 
which seek to explore each orifice bare - 
to sample the blood from here and from there, 
as discerning vintner sups from each vat.  

Tackling a gradient sure to task fat 
the rambler struggles, with scowl for farm cat 
which extended stretch and yawn smugly shares. 
The walker prevails.  

Somehow, surroundings seem terribly flat - 
land less a life-force than foot-worn doormat. 
Even the birds have no energy spare; 
in the heat of this day, fox ignores hare. 
Yet, like strong tail-ender last in to bat, 
the walker prevails.

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Golden Army

The Soldiers of light,
Breach the barricade of clouds:
Shadows of freedom.

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Shadows Stretch and Shrink...

splintered moons are always moving over my night skies
and shooting stars always are greeted with a surprise
sunsets, in autumn, always fall with the leaves that let go
and someday you will eventually know 
that everything happens for an unknown reason 

shadows stretch as each night dims to a darker gray 
and stars wink in a direction that's a thousand years away 
as clouds move through and cry frozen tears of snow 
and someday you will eventually know 
that love also has a calendar of changing seasons

each day the night betrays the sun at a different time
and the stars twinkle their lights to a rhythmless chime
but in the darkest days of winter there's no sun left to glow
and someday you will eventually know
that all cycles seem to have an act of treason

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A Great Morn's Show

As morn's sun cracks the horizon
Casting pink Easter dress
Redbud stands with newly acquired
Full green hair, I am blessed

The fireball sun floats on pink clouds
Like China doll surrounded
By full dress and stiff crinoline
God's beauty compounded

As the roosters steadily crow
Song birds sing very close
A new song I have just heard
Turkeys' gooble like ghost

The sun has changed from red to orange
Now it has become gold
God has choregraphed
For all a great morn's show

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My Morning Revelation

I just got back from my morning walk
I had forgotten how exhilarating it is
To watch the sun rise
Up over the hills of Beirut.

The campus where I teach is simply breathtaking
Nestled cozily in the pine tree forests on top of a hill,
It offers a panoramic view of Beirut

Many years back this was not a good thing
As the army brought a tank up to the upper campus
To shell enemy positions in Beirut
And our campus got riddled with bombs
We spent our days in shelters
While our campus burst into flame

But this morning, I didn’t remember any of that
I walked on the lower campus and gazed out at Beirut
I walked like a eyes looking up
Saying a shy good morning to the clouds
And a warm good morning to the One beyond

While I did my sit-ups on one of the benches
I looked up into the jacaranda tree
Its branches were naked, but I knew, I knew that in spring
It would be regal in purple finery
That would enchant all those who walked
Under the train of its beauty
Later it would rain purple petals down on all
But purple kisses for me, for I’m in love with this hue

As a reward, as always… I drove up to the upper campus
While listening to music, my second passion
As my car made the turns
I tried to keep my eyes on the road
And not fixed on the hills where the sun was getting ready
To make his glory known
Nor down on Beirut that was just waking up from slumber

I passed places that my heart cherished
Where my husband first asked me to be his
Where we parked the car and looked at
The dazzling lights of Beirut at night
Our hearts ablaze with the burning passion of youth
The place where he wanted to claim possession of me
But held back…honoring custom and tradition 

I drove down slowly
I drove down reluctantly
I wanted to relive everything
To find the joy of being alive, once more
I had forgotten how beautiful the mornings are
I had forgotten who I am in the great scheme of things
But HE reminded me…
As the sun pushed through the clouds and shone in brilliance
The verse came to my mind…
“And the Son of Righteousness will rise with healing in His wings.”
Arise in my heart, for I need your healing!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Where Do The Butterflies Go

Teardrops of dews glistening
Breaks the days of dawn
Caterpillars shedding shells of cocoon
Awakening with yawns

The little fairies quaintly appear
Dancing their favorite dances, all the day long
But, where do the butterflies dance to
When the sun hides her head...
And the days are shamelessly gone?

They fill up my gardens
Frolic from tip of tulip to end of the rose
Next to sunflower, daffodil the flutter flies flown
Never attempting to speak even one little peep
Keeping their precious secrets
From sun up until the sundown

A parade of floats
Viceroy to the Monarch whom he tries to pretend
Royal and regal, ginger and black
Passes the hours while waltzing with flowers
But where does each of them go as processions end?

Dainty, the Painted lady curtseys
Among the swallowtails that swan through the weed
And the Admirals through the blade
But soon to hide away
Flying rainbows of season’s beginning to fade

And my magical gardens now they are bare
The little fairies all have disappeared
Following the whisper of wisps, of a new winter’s air

It’s the beginning of autumn
And soon will come the billows of snow
Did they take journey to a summer, in a far away land
Where oh, where did the butterflies go

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may memories of a dolphin sighting boat ride

Those wooden meant to for all season, Blue painted motored boats beacon, Us to calm green sea waters, To sail on and that’s all that matters. The calm green waters dolphin rides, Deep inside when the tide subsides. Eight pals and two sailors sailed on On a boat with the rent haggled upon. Two and a half miles have gone, Into the waters we sail on, Squealing and giggling in delight, Adrenalin pumped up and over excite. The motor the sailor cuts off, Over and over with a bit of scoff, The dolphins they say swim and are gone By the dull sounds of the motor whirr &drone. Waves they splash frothy sprays On the bodies bathed in hot sunrays, Shrills cries of joy erupt, From us sightseers eight on a glimpse of dolphins seen abrupt. The wet bath suits and sun tans, Some with hand held beer cans, Watch the dolphins frolic in the sea Cavorting in graceful curves both she and he. The sailor maneuvers you to the place Of marine life ,pelagic birds his boat with grace, The sight of these magnificent mammals, Feeding and playing their bodies look coated with enamel. The thrill so great just to watch, These mammals is just top notch This pod of dolphins swim away, We watch through misty sea sprays. Salty breeze seep in our hair, Smiling sun shines on our burnt backs bare, The dull sounds of engine power, The enchanting sounds of rythimic waves in my ears still hover.
By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)

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The sun touches me and the cold leaves from within.
I smell the good clean earth beneath my feet again.
The ground isn’t frozen. It feels so fertile once more.
The wind kisses my skin with warmth I want to store.
It’s still very chilly around here late at night.
But the beauty of the sun has begun to be just right.
I see the tips of new growth, springing up everywhere.
At last I leave my winter lair, for I have much to prepare.
A shower is coming tomorrow. I must hurry to set my plants.
But first I must rake the old leaves, left from winter’s rants.
My dogs stay close beside me to sniff the new tilled earth.
Even the smallest animals, rejoice in spring’s rebirth.
The images that beseech me as I leave this old house…
Are young, fresh, and with their colors I’ll soon be doused.
As the heavens begin to open and again bless this land…
My mind opens to see, the touch of God’s own hand.

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A flash of gold
blisters my skin,
causing me to retreat
to the shade of the weeping willow.

Bead after bead of salt
forms a darkened necklace
on my grey collar, 
my noose of summer. 

The once green, now yellow, 
slowly dying scenery 
reinforces my instinct
to flee inside these wooden boxes. 

My shoulders are kissed
with buckets of rays—
they pour down from above
the heads of the trees.

I submerge my wings
up to the first hinge,
the chill of the pond 
barely softens the burn. 

I grimace as the light reflects,
obscuring my vision.
There’s someone out there
who knows how to change things. 

As I shake my feathers dry
and prepare to flee back home, 
I glance to the side,
seeing my distorted reflection in the ripples. 

Mother Nature is finally happy
with the way we are reacting. 

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The stars with the greater light and lesser light
Have just about faded as purple lies
Blanket like on horizon, death's fog's plight
Soon as sun comes atop trees, across sky flies 

The crickets sing for joy this morn, click-clack
It is so steady that they must get tired
Wonder when do they rest? Food they don't lack
For it is summer, grass they can acquire

The fog that on the creek did lie has spread
It's tinacles reaching across woods and vale
The moisture coats the air, even our beds
Making the heat of the day like a veil

Summer with its heat and humidity
Summer has us in its grip almighty

(The sun rose fireball red again_it is going to be another hot one)

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Your Moon, My Ocean

Your Moon, My Ocean
 Should I compare your love to the ocean?
 One heart beating with such fluid motion,
 with such smooth waves flowing from the sea.
 Their white trickling foam washing over me.
 Till your soft currents drag me out to you,
 floating peacefully on soft shades of blue.
 But if you're my ocean than I'll be your moon,
 Looking down from the sky bright at night's noon.
 With my heart beating strong to give you light,
 Till the sun comes to bring an end to night.
 Though that's the moment most precious of all,
 cause as the sun rises, I get to fall,
 fall towards my ocean till our lips meet!
 My Sea, falling in love has been so sweet

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Haiku 12 - Nature's Diamonds: dewdrop, snowflake, water

on the rose petals sparkling with the morning sun bright dewdrop diamonds beneath the streetlight glistening on the snowflakes sparkling white diamonds on the ripples shimmering in the sunshine dancing water diamonds

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Sun and Wind

Sun and Wind argued fiercely with each other
as to which of them really was the stronger

Wind said at sea I toss huge ships around
and on land I blow trees and houses down
Sun said my strength is helping things grow
feeding them sunshine with its radiant glow

On the road below in view of them both
a man came walking dressed in an overcoat
They agreed after discussing with each other
that who gets the coat off will be the winner

Wind went first and blew with all his power
but the man pulled the coat on even tighter
Sun then came out in his warmth and glory
and soon the man took off the coat in a hurry

So between gentle coaxing and raw power
oftentimes the former ends up the winner

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Natures Dream

        I walk through the field of green 
  	My feet are bare and the grass squishes underneath me 
	The rain is falling like little pebbles soaking me in beauty 
 	I breathe in deep letting its sweet scent fill my nose 
	Suddenly my feet are moving in a circle 
	I am dancing, dancing with love and hope 
	Love for the rain and its beauty 
	Hoping this moment will last a lifetime 

	 My summer dress flowing in the wind 
	Until it’s sprinkled with tears from heaven 
	I can’t imagine anything greater than this
	I have fallen in love with this day 
	This moment means only the world to me
	The burning yellow sun peaks out of the clouds
	Shinning down on me with its warmth  
	The drops ping against my face leaving a stream 
	I am still dancing in a circle now waving my arms in the air
	The song of nature sings to me in the wind 
	It sounds like a dozen wooden flutes  
	The tune is sweet so sweet I get swept away in it
	The grass is so green like emeralds from God 
	I fall from dancing and roll down the grass 
	The whole time I am laughing and it sounds as if the butterflies are too 
	My pretty white dress is now green 
	Butterflies dozens of them are flying around me 
	They surround me in their array of magical colors 
	They start to hum to the song of nature sung by the wind 
	It seems as if this tune is from heaven 
	I start to hum along to this wonderful tune it seems so familiar 
	I close my eyes and start to dance all over 
	Letting nature take me away 
	Birds come and tweet along to the song 
	I don’t think I just do, I go along with the song

	Finally the sun peaks all the way out 
	I can see it warming up the earth with its warm rays 
	The rain is still coming down just sprinkling over 
	I can see ahead a field of daises beautiful white daises 
	I run as fast as I can to the daises the butterflies and birds follow 
	They are soft like silk, their smell fills my nose 
	I close my eyes and run through the endless field of daises 
	I lay down and watch the fluffy white clouds pass overhead 
	The sun shinning as bright as ever over the clouds and sky

         The sky is baby blue with a little purple 
         I have never seen a sky so wondrous 
         It looks so full of possibilities and magic
         As I lay there I hear the daises moving in the wind 
         To the song of nature once again 
         This I know is beauty at its best 
         I fall asleep to the tune and awake in clouds 
         I am home


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Daybreak at Nornalup

It’s morning time at Nornalup
A new day, it is born
The river flows so lazily
Reflecting all the morn
The Tingle trees on the other side
So strong and silent, they
As morning sun enhances them
At the birth of each new day.

I sit here on this little bench
And watch the morning born
I see it as it turns from night
And heralds in the dawn
Oh how that sleepy little river
Reflects this morning show
Of fluffy bushes, midst strong trees
It gives them such a glow.

A Kookaburra, how he laughs
Awaking brand new day
He flies above the lazy river
As he goes upon his way
He looks for something in the grass
A snake, something to eat
I sit here and enjoy this show
It makes life so complete.

Two ravens fly above my head
And give out lonesome calls
As brown ducks waddle here and there
It’s all so beautiful
In this lovely paradise
Beside the Frankland river
Oh so much blessed harmony.
This scene, it does deliver.

11 June 2013 @ 1404hrs.

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Haiku 2

soft clouds rolling by 
back lit by blazing gold sun
gentle rain drops fall

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

eagle soars and dives 
now  just a speck in the sky
tumbling falling down

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Six People

The poet leaves his winter study and roams around mountains and deep woods,
The painter sold his pictures and is off to sketch on heath and highlands,
The child runs through sun kissed meadows and across dusty golden commons,
The lovers walk down country lanes and wander about each other, on mead's,
The man of the road smiles as he knows the night will not be bitterly cold,
The nightingale sings a haunting melody bringing tears to the lovers eyes,
The trees swaying in a breeze an oak drops acorns, the child collects them,
The mountains capped with snow unleashes a stream of fine words from the poet,
The heath and highlands glow with beautiful greenery and the painter paints,
The birds swoop from bough to bough the poet sees and he writes some prose,
The man of the road listens to bird song his eyes mist bringing sad memories
The evening sun falls behind the horizon a beautiful sunset the lovers kiss,
The poet sees the sunset and writes about dark golden evenings and warm nights,
The painter mixes yellow and black and that captures this wonderful picture,
The boy leaves the woods to go home as it is nearly time for his evening meal,
The man of the road lays down deep in the woods his overcoat is his blanket,
The lovers walk arm in arm as the day darkens they make their way home slowly,
The painter cleans his brushes and carefully lays down his canvas in the dark,
The poet is happy he has written beautiful words he lays in his bed reflecting,
The boy is fast asleep dreaming of the fantastic day he enjoyed in the woods,
The six unconnected people that were unknowingly were connected sleep soundly.


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Yellow And Illuminating Brilliance

Out on  porch to glimpse a sunrise
Orange sun cast gray 'on clouds
Whispy light airy sparse white clouds 
On horizon not like shroud

Then as the sun inched up orange 
Disappeared replaced by
Illuminating brilliance clear
Against blue blue sky

Dramatic change for human eyes
I longed to stay awhile
How many didn't even notice
Beauty very worthwhile

Iambic heptameter used as ballard stanza
Used by Emily Dickinson in many of her works

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Serengeti Sunset

Driving through the Serengeti plains
twilight started to fall over the land
Then in the blink of an eye night falls
no slow fading of light just darkness

The full moon comes out and reveals
the sky awash with rainbows of colour
all left behind by the glowing setting sun
bathing all of the plains with technicolour

written 08/04/2013

contest  poem about sunset

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Streaks of sun through trees
Dewdrops glisten in delight
Birds declare their joy

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When Solar Flares

             When Solar Flares

Give The Sun Citations when it disrespects the laws of nature
For not following ways of man at all cost and cause and case
No matter what your rules might indicate
A certain fate awaits

Space between all atoms is enormous
The reason we don’t walk through walls
Or fall through floors is not magic
Atoms don’t hold themselves alone, suspended in empty space

It is magnetic fields that react to those two forces
That keeps the universe in place
When sun’s highways of solar flares, stream in channels 
Travel in their respective places, all is well and fine

When they follow normal traffic rules and stay in lanes
Suns don’t have our mind
They seem to stray in more than one direction
Magnetic streams collide, send corona blasts to Earth

When solar storms collapse for months or years our infrastructures
Say good bye to power grids and life as you once knew it
Prepare to rub two sticks together for heat and warmth
Get out bongo drums
Tap text messages to your friends


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Morning was cold
The slowly brighting sun ineffective
Wet air constantly relocating

(Wait for me)

The sun turned over
Napped in grey blankets
Sweet with ozone
Soft patter drank the earth
Our hair
Gave itself to be a part of everything

(He did not speak)

All that the rain became
A part of
Sent cold water (no longer rain) in its course
Through dirt and roots
Up through the network

And when the wind and water and rain
The sun threw back his blankets
And peach blossoms
Pink and warm


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Boy Fish Haiku

     Boy Fish Haiku

Flood crashes over rocks
Brook flips fish up as dinner
Boy smiles, caught by sun 

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We are the brightest best-loved first-borns of God’s flower children,
Hear our golden trumpets’ clarion call. Our sunny mouths whisper
With nodding heads.We chatter among ourselves like market women. 
Gladness-filled,we stand erect, the tallest, smartest, like serried soldiers.

Our tender tips were cold in the snow; the smiling sun now warms our lips.
Our swaying golden bells of heaven - of God’s orchestra the brass section -
Playing to the overhead budding leaves and the slow-rising tulips.
Hearty, open-mouthed, laughing at the sun to attract his warm affection.

.      .      .      .      .      .      .

Written by Sydney Peck  27 February 2012

Entered in Francine Roberts's contest "Pusywillows or daffodils"

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Why would I swap

Why would I swap?

What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity 
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.

I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.

While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.

2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.

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Bird Song to a Sunrise

I rose this morning to sweet bird song,
Almost painful to my ears.
A thousand creatures singing,
With every solo clear.

As the world begins to wake,
Their sound will slowly fade.
Into the background of our chatter
And all the excess we make.

But if you listen hard enough,
You will still make out their cry.
A soft and gentle lullaby,
Floats a rising sky.

Feeling at one with natures’ dawn,
Sitting here naked to the eye,
A gentle breeze to keep me warm,
From where no one else can see.

With each word I add to this page,
The sound becomes harder to hear.
The Sun breaks a window pane,
Morning is drawing near.

Though it is not the birds that quieten,
Their song still pungent and loud.
It is us that make a greater noise,
Wrapping nature in a shroud.

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The Sands Of Time

Grains of sand trickling down the narrow crystal neck of the hourglass Each grain a measure of that mysterious entity called Time The grains above hold the future The grains below store the past The moving grains capture the present At the hour's sunrise your flow begins At the hour's sunset it ends - The Sands Of Time

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Morning Song

I wake to golden sun returning I see it creeping up my wall You linger at the ceiling crown And point a finger down To tell me time enough for sleeping Time enough when sun goes down

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(written 11/25/2013)

..As I watch the dawn breaking
  As the sun rises in the east
  As another day sets in today
  As I stare with a smile on my face
  A new beginning, a new life
  A new hope to begin
  A new day to breath again..

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Fall into Spring

Autumn sun is going down, down, down.
Red leaves are turning brown, brown, brown.
Swift geese are flying south, south, south.
Hot cocoa warms my mouth, mouth, mouth.

The air is blowing cold, cold, cold.
Cornfields are growing old, old, old.
Blue skies change to gray, gray, gray.
I wish fall could stay, stay, stay.

Bonfire flames shoot high, high, high
Into the starry sky, sky, sky.
The only thing I fear, fear, fear
Is winter drawing near, near, near.

Bright colors start to fade, fade, fade
Into the darkness of the shade, shade, shade.
White snow mounds up in piles, piles, piles
And goes on for miles, miles, miles.

North wind chills my bones, bones, bones.
Frigid river creeps and moans, moans, moans.
This season seems too long, long, long
Till warm sun shines strong, strong, strong.

When flowers pop and bloom, bloom, bloom.
Their fragrance lifts my gloom, gloom, gloom.
Then my heart will sing, sing, sing,

Susan Burd ©2010

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Alaskan Dreams

I have seen the mountains in so many ways,
And have traveled to lands looking majestic.
I’ve been searching for places to pass the days
To live wild and free is the ultimate aim.

My spirit calls for the wilderness to challenge me
In a way no one else can in any city life.
I see myself guided somewhere to the sea
To dream of a place that will be my home.

I guess I am looking for something that is knew,
Where tomorrows ideas are open and call for me.
Sadly there is nothing left here that remains true.
I pray, my strength of mind will guide me somewhere.

The morning sun shone westward to a land far away.
It beckoned me to go to a new place of my own.
Traveling and lost on an unknown roadway, 
A force showed me a light that directed me onward.

Alaska wild and free, speaks to me in silent fantasy.
The evening sun glowed along the mountains
Lighting a path of splendor and ecstasy 
I tasted the warmth of a fire burning in winter snows.

You see endless rivers run wild in Alaskan country,
With salmon sprouting for bears to catch,
The days are darkened by a times duty,
I followed my vision to this land wild and free.

I see new sunlight now shining through the trees.
My Alaskan dreams are now awakening,
With great adventures and stories waiting for me
You see, I have found my place to pass the time.

Tomorrow I will be reborn, and forget the past.
I will see the lands beauty for miles and rejoice,
You see my life is full of new wonders growing fast,
And my Alaskan stories wait to be written down.

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SUN!!keep Shining on me

I look at the huge big sky
There is no white clouds, no gray rain
It keeps her yellow shine, her baby blue color
No matter how powerful I'm , it makes me wane

I look at the sun , It shining on me
I  challenge it to the limits of my power
But in the end, what a weak person I'm
When the sun shines ,it's always the winner

The rainy day comes and take my sun away
The sun gives me the power to shine instead
The night comes and takes the rain away
I ask the sun, will you shine on me after getting up from the bed?!

I'm so energetic, I'm full of curiosities
When my sun shines on me again
Would you please keep shining on me?
Even when it snows, even when it rains?

Sunny, Please Don't disappear from me
keep shining my way with your light
I want you to always encourage me
With your warm heat, with your yellow bright

Details | I do not know? | |

Come First Midnight To Bury The Dead

Wander through the trench of bodies,
torch held high, the volley's prose.

Overhead the sun still shown,
heat and radon, Oh';
the bliss alight,
the corpses mount come first midnight.

Thus we take the bodies,
the mountainous trench of bodies,
we take them down from whence they fell
and bury their stories for some to tell.

The laborious task to cleanse the streets,
for come midday the feat repeats;
and come midnight again;
we grab our shovels and bury the dead.


Author notes: As the sun intensifies and summer brings it's heat to bare,  I think of the
people without shelter or roof, or shade to hide by.  Having to sustain heat stroke by the
minute, all to satisfy the cavalier apathy of those unwilling and incapable of being
bothered by the suffering of others.

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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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A night at a countryside

As the moonlight shone over the mountains
The stars starts to flicker one by one
Humming winds eases the roughness
From the day's unforgiving sun.

Chilling wind caresses the darkness
Serenading them softly and low
Night critters goes out to mingle
Under the moon's mesmerizing glow.

The calm river chimes in its flowing
Flickering waves illumes the riverside
The chilling winds keeps on pushing
Quenching the thirst of the countryside.

As the sun lifts the shroud covering
Of mountain tops to the grass of the plains
Leaves and flowers bow to dew drops falling
As the sun kisses them once again.

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Mountain Sleep

            Mountain Sleep 

Mountain sleeps once upon a lake
Yellow bird skims the surface of liquid blue
Draws in an insect on the slender beak
A subtle noise discerned as it gathers up the bug
Disturbances below are heard, a lifted fin, a splash 
In nervous motion the trout moves back below
Cheated by the bird who stole his living meal
Above the lake, below the gaze of mountain
Snow melts, rain rides the spine and washes down
To purify the path 
Make the past and present one and the same
Gliding between here and now
Mountain looks for a cover
But only finds the white of ice
Trees are used as toothpicks upon the ponderings
Lake is gargled with the blue and brine as mountain thinks
Wakes, meditates. It rises on green grass
Mirrored at the water’s edge
Pretends to see right through it
Then turns with each hour of the sun
Bakes with the red birds spinning like rotisseries
Mighty wings lift and swoop on clouds
Rivers rush with them to some lost town
Forsaking summer in a rush of churning waves
Joined by colored feathers keeping tempo 
Mountains are too heavy to go with them
They are only rocks and rocks don’t run or fly
They only fall and roll with wisdom into winter 
Tectonic movements take them slow along the land
Steeped in snow that covers everything with solace 
On the giant slopes pulled over like a blanket
The mountain, brought to its knees, to sleep

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Sunset Until Morn

The sun is setting 
On a beautiful day
The ice cold darkness 
Is on its way
Hours from now
Dew drops will form
Until the sun rises
So bright and so warm

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The Rose At The Edge Of Autumn

The sun sincerely set tonight, the rising moon to night's delight, where water couplets parse the night and scattered roots thy rose. Fore every drop that sops the sky and leaves nay speck of dry behind, the lunar orbit weeps this night and scatters roots thy rose. Let us hear the couplets, let us feel the drops, let us be gravity's eventual stop; let us be the anchor of said idle ship, where impacting moisture meets receiving lips. The summer is singing the sun lullaby, the song be so tearful the sun has gone shy, it's hiding behind the yonder hill's boon, the sun has come ready to hibernate soon. The moon's a ready and glowing at ease, for time's never standing- it's pace has increased, the violet tulips have noticed their turn and scattered roots thy rose.

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Desert Oasis A Coachella Valley Trilogy

Oasis at noon

What a wonderous quiet place it is
the heart of a palm oasis
skirted trees stand guard about
keeping dusty heat without
holding shaded cool within

a small breeze sneaks past a frond
dancing in ripples across the pond
am I intruder, am I part
I wander and wonder in my heart.
as I penetrate deeper in.

Oasis at sunset

Guardian against sunset
the ancient palm stands
resting in drifting sands

Beneath whispering fronds
cicadas begin to sing
brown bats take wing

Firey clouds, cooling breeze
evening deepens, night decends
Oasis awakens, day ends

Oasis at Dawn

Darkling shadows intertwine
With the sprinklings of the moon
Every night paints a new design
That smooths across like puddled wine
Evaporating just as soon

With pallette of rainbowed hue
The sun splashes the eastern sky
Painting over the shadow's blue
Which however remains in view
Absorbing the more brilliant dye

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Sunrise Sunset

Sunrise Sunset

The gods look upon the Earth
They saw the people they created
They saw the colors they created
The greens, blues and reds
They watched as the sun crossed the sky
They watched as the colors faded into the night
One god was inspired by what he saw
He took a brush and followed the sun
He painted the sky behind the sun
Turning it into a fire that lit the world
Then he looked at the morning
How the light melted the night away
He again took his brush
Caught the fire of the night before
Brushed it across the sky before the sun rose
The fire lit the land as it was never lit before
The god smiled at his work
Man would be blessed when he look toward the sky
They would know that there was beauty in their lives
And they would be happy

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Sensational touch

When i step on to the wet grass...
with my bare feet,
i feel its warmth...
a sensation too sweet.
Stamping the droplets of dew,
my heart sings out with glee.
I stretch out my arms,
and dream just to be free.....

A step forward i take...
to feel the beauty so rare.
I feel the sun rays closing my eyes,
n stopping me to feel its glare.
It gave me such a warmth in that cold winter day,
oh heavenly!!! is all that i could say..
It made the earth as gold, to shine,
i was glad that all that was mine.

As i turned around....
i saw the nature at its best.
It was filled with magnificent beauties...
pink n yellow daisies...white n blue lilies.
It gave me such a joy in my heart,
i thought that i am so lucky to be a part.
A fragrance so fresh n rare,
so holy that i could always be there.

When i gazed toward the sky,
i wished that like the birds i could fly.
no boundaries n no limits.....
just me... flying high and high.
They filled the sky with their chirping, 
so divine, as a melancholy they could sing.
As the sun fell to dusk...
each one found their way to home.

Such is the nature honey!
with so much of beauty and charm.
It fills our heart with joy...
only happiness it gives... no harm.
I like to worship you oh lord,
like to thank you for this scenic beauty.
I promise to save this unconditional gift,
and to protect it, will be my duty.


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Do You Hear

Do you hear what I hear?
The crowing of roosters
That is so very near
Their message very clear

Time to rise enjoy life
child, time is now right here
In their tone I hear no strife
Just welcome to sun that's near

Do you see what I see?
Fanbrushed clouds hoovering
Decorate the sky for you and me
But they soon will be parting

Gone away with the sun rise
That now pierces Georgia pine
A soft yellow glow_a prize
That will warm the outside just fine  

Just for fun

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Sunrise, Sunset

Today seemed so long,
Now a day is almost gone,
But its about to get so much better yet
As I whatch the beautiful sun set.

Sunrise, Sunset,
How much better can it get?
Up and down all day long,
Now it's here, now it's gone

I love the darling sunrise,
Into it birds fly.
I love it's colour's, purple, pink,
It makes it much easier to think

The sunrise marks a brand new day,
How much more can I say?
All those things that I haven't done,
I can do at the rise of a sun.

Sun burning in the sky, just a ball of gas.
Just a burnng, spluttering, churning, great, big mass.
Somehow it makes one feel calm,
Like a very meaningful Psalm.

I do like sunset,
I whatched as the sun and horizon met.
Then slowly,slowly still,
They'll leave for now untill,
The next day that will come yet!

I do like sunrise although,
I like sunset also!
I cannot decide which is better,
A sunriser or a sunsetter!

I just cannot see,
What the difference can be!

I will say, I like them both,
This I swear, this I oath.
There really is nothing better,
Than a sunriser and a sunsetter

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Red Sky Morn

    Stormed clouds bringing thunder and rain.
    Howls of wind, singing insane.
    Lightening smacks earth, ringing in pain.

        Rain drops rap windows, tapping like haunted fingers.
        Puddles turn flood, trapping life that lingers.
        Booms and flashes snapping the night with stingers.

    Red sun rises, shining its kingly glow.
    Mother Earth remains painfully quiet, with scratches and scars to show.
    She dare not tell on the storm, for the sun can never know...  


Details | I do not know? | |

-Somnolent Sun-

-Somnolent Sun-  

As the sun sets, into
a somber crimson sky,
radiant beauty shines down
on those who cannot fly.
Inspiration gleaming at this 
moment caught in time,
creating a soothing memory,
instilled within my mind.

Filling the Earth with the 
warmth of her heart, 
while setting away, 
committed to her part.
She slowly fades behind
the horizons of the bay,
with promises of return,
for another day.

-Anonymously youRs-
(Copyrighted to "DigitallyDefectiveArt")

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Special Nature

There is music in the wind
it blows so softly and sweet;
humming at the top of the hills
and all the trees swing to it

There is beauty in the water
when it flows from the mountains to the valley
splashing on its path from boulder to boulder,
reflecting the sun like a flawless ruby

There is beauty in the morning;
the fog hangs in the air like incense burning 
drops of dew hang from the leaves 
and sparkle like diamonds set in eaves

There is music in the evening
the sounds of roosting birds fill the evening
and in the sky, just over the horizon, 
a yolk-colored sun hastes to its place of dwelling

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Granted and Given

It is all in the Stars if you look hard enough.
There is always the morning Star twinkling.
And then there is the evening Star blinking.
And then there are layered clouds in a fluff.
Then there is the Sun and Moon and stuff.
Sometimes it looks like the Moons winking.
Sometimes it looks like the Sun is thinking.
Makes me wonder if their day can be rough!
What a wondrous world I live in.
What balance I live by every day.
My life must be granted and given.
So no wonder I take time to pray.
It is granted and given each day just to be me.
Just look up once a day and this you can see.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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haiku chain X3 'the desert'

The Desert

~*~ misty morning silver over cactus thorn diamond drops ~*~ mesquite trees dance smooth breeze through the sage ripples on the sand ~*~ invisible clouds sunlight melts morning woodpecker news ~*~

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the hills

Cresent moon consorts 
Met on a hillside, dew-soaked and overgrown
Seducing the sun from sleep.

Before infomercials succumbed to scheduled shows
You were my cartoons and cereal.
Sugary, sitting so close to your screen.

Our skin blowing steam,
Fattening the fog until it fell from the sky.
Delicious and dark the dawn
Anticipating light

The day stretched and yawned,
Bluebirds cleared their throats,
Street-cats rubbing  eyes,
I held you as you cried.

While responsible citizens were stuck in traffic
You were a full tank of gas and an open road
Dreamy, with your pedal pushed to your floor.

Barren and yellow became our hills
The sun never stops shining.
Not a shadow exists to take solace in
sipping each heaven-sent breeze.

Directionless pursuits
no stars to find my way by
Lost like the moon in the blinding blue heavens

Sunburnt flesh
died on a hillside, windswept and thirsty.
Begging the sun to sleep.

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It is

 It is the beauty of the ocean, the comfort of a rain forest
 the freedom of the road, the height of a mountain
 the warmth of the dessert, 
 it is nature
 a storm fierce & strong a bolt of lightning, a crack of thunder
 hard rain falling, a rainbow of colors, a sun shinning, a sun setting
 the full moon beaming, bright stars glowing
 it is nature
 it is human error that we take it all for granted
 it is what makes us feel whole & complete
 but it is us humans who choose to neglect
 & ignore true peace...

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Two Halves of a Whole

The sun woke me today
for it’s a non-Denominational orb
a once upon a time God
The sun rose, as it is wont to…
at once playful and somber 
taking in all of the Earth’s delights,
tickling the lids of a bifurcated globe
casting into darkness
as many as it elevates into light.

The sun woke me today
a peachy-pink glow 
seeped through my lids
as the English ivy countered
with a slight bend of its vine 
toward the dirty winter window.
On the dark side birds found their nests
babies found their cradles
most found needed rest
as the sun also brings the night. 

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Sun and Rain

The sun came out for a little while

On a somewhat gloomy day

There's more rain to the south of us

which may just head our way

But the flowers and bushes, the trees and the like

Are enjoying the water that fell

They're nourished by the H2O 

their green leaves show the tell

A rainbow stretched across the sky

As the sun began to set

And with sunshine in the forecast 

On one thing you sure can bet

That tomorrow morning you'll hear a voice

Mumbling in the garden

For the weeds, they grow here also

Without regret or pardon

So the cycle of summer now begins

It's march toward the autumn

Then winter covers all the land 

Until spring begins to thaw them

Then the flowers and trees, bushes and the like

Will spring to life once more

The sun will warm the Earth right up

And the rain will once again pour

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In Sky So Blue

The storm clouds of yesterday
have all blown away.
The sun is out in sky so blue,
It's a beautiful morning today.

The weatherman has made his threats
that the rain's not over yet
but the sun is out in sky so blue,
I wouldn't take that bet.

On a morning such as this
yesterday's rain is a memory.
The sun is out in sky so blue,
Will it stay ?... well ... we'll see.

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People and Nature need sunshine,
it's a free gift God intended for all;
flowers turn to the sun to grow,
while humans seek it to feel fine.

Spring is meant for strolls to admire eloquent beauty,
Summer is the best season for many a beach-goer,
Fall is for the admirers of auburn trees delightful to the eye, 
but Winter is for skiers who fear no sun rays on face and hair.

Never seen a woman or girl standing up blowing a kiss in radiant air?
Is it for her sweetheart, or for someone dearly missed as her mother?
She gets carried away thinking that clouds will deliver it to him or her...
either way, it's a gesture of thoughtfulness that shows profound care.

A guy doesn't think as a gal, he differs in thought and action...
he likes to give real kisses, not dream about them so vainly,
and being impatient and unromantic, he misses out on fantasy;
he rarely looks for any sunshine, only for lips that hold attraction.

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Summer In The Forest

Standing on the deck of a Quebec Eastern township home, Views take my breath away, you are alone in the wilderness. Hints of lavendar, pine and cedar fill the air so fresh and clear, Red coloured earth peeks through spots between forests of green. High on a hill you strain to see the river meander through the valley, The sun kisses the tops of pines, leaving reflections on the water. Only at night does the valley start to reveal its true secrets, Lights peeking through the trees glow down the mountainside. Smoke rises from the chimneys of the hidden homes, Bonfires burn in backyards, voices echo over the air, Rain rolls in with lightening flashing pictures of the scene, Thunder rocks the hills and mist begins to rise from the trees. Revealing the roadways where the water evaporates on the tar, Showing the winding pathways to the hidden houses in the forest, Then the sun shines bright bringing the forest back to life, Leaving only the earth, water and air as it was meant to be.

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Yellow Ochre Sun

Into the sunset    !4/05/2014

Yellow ochre sun 
In Vermilion sky
What a lovely canvas
Pleasing to the eye

Cirrus clouds change
From grey to red
As wild birds fly
To their tree top bed

Red now changes
Back to darkened grey
As ebony night
 Is on its way 

There’s an eerie light
From the silver moon
We quicken our pace
To get home soon

Brown bats flitting
Around on the wing
Tawny owl chasing
Every moving thing

Yellow crickets chirping 
In the long green grass
Moon disappears
As the grey clouds pass

So soon the darkness 
Gives way to morning light
As dawn approaches fast
What a beautiful sight

Tangerine sun
In Magenta sky ….

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Finding Innocence in the Laughter That Escapes Pillowcases.

Behind the sun, with a little bit of assuredness, I saw the shades of his smile
swing toward the moon...
and I cursed six p.m. In a voice that hid the memories of
when I wore my shoes underneath the shadows of stars and in the feel of his lips
when sixteen is innocent despite the cold exposure
of skin.

I wonder if he knows I whisper to him in his sleep, my promises slipping underneath the
blanket he holds tight around him,
and feathers escape pillowcases when I laugh,
they tickle toes and dissolve the taste of fear
as my tongue finds the outline of his lips after the sun falls down and his
is apparent.

I tidy myself up on Mondays, and wreck the idea of perfection with my curls...
I wear jeans that smudge mountains across back pockets and imagine how the hem of my
burgandy dress would fall across chilled creek splashed rocks,
I wonder if I'd be able to stay pretty when my hands fall into mud and the wind attacks my
but he smiles, you see, when the sun falls...
he smiles when I change my clothes...
and he kisses me when my curls detest reality and Monday smirks at the idea of cleanliness
as my imagination drowns hems and rips fabric.

So I kick off my shoes with the idea that my toes can taste Tuesday and my feet can squash
the memories of
and revel in innocence as I discover
the cold exposure
of skin.

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Mother Nature

The sun beams down lighting up my face and warming my skin
Coaxing my eyes shut to leave the physical world 
Letting the natural world fill my veins
The wild wind refreshes my lungs
Replenishing my whole inner being
My mind goes to a wonderful place to take a break from the ever crazy reality
My body begins to weigh down sinking into earths comforting ground
Natures lullaby soothes me to drift off into unconsciousness 

The land of dreams and wonderful things, hopefully
With nature surrounding me and cloaking me in divine bliss 
Only allowing the subconscious to bring to life beautiful scenes 
Flowered trees, fields of green, skies painted picture perfect blue, the air smells and tastes of honeydew, birds sing along to natures tune, the rivers move to the beat of Mother Nature’s heart

A natural awakening brings back my soul from its deep sleep 
Slowly uprooting my body from Mother Natures’ loving grasp 
She infused me with her energy to help me through the unnatural world we live in 
I can't wait for the sun to coax me again to close my eyes and appreciate her beautiful essence once more

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Cold winds blow

The cold winds bitterly start to blow.
Frost glistens as my breath shows.
The cold seeps all the way to my bones.
My feet start to drag like a couple of stones.

I walk for a while to escape this freeze.
My joints ache I can’t outrun this breeze.
The sun rises I feel warmth with its light.
It combats the wind with which I fight.

The air is so cold it freezes my thoughts.
My stomach is turning and twisting in knots.
As the sun warms my head thaws out.
I slip to a dream, winter is about.

The day gets better but soon it is done.
I watch colors explode with the setting sun.
As it ducks down behind the hills,
I feel the return of winter chills.

On the way home I feel like a lost sheep,
I get home to find I’m too tired to sleep.
I close my eyes my thought still seep,
I think that perhaps I got in too deep.

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The Sun Rose Red

As Dawn cracks over the horizon
The small crescent moon takes a bow
Greeting her was a delight 
For she paints silver in his hair

The moon was hardly visible
Painted the same shade of blue
That the sky chose as a cloak 
On this morning of early dew

The cloak of blue had a trail of mist
That shrouded the hills and vales
A misty blue to silver gray 
That was light and very airy still

The birds enjoy the cloak
That fanned the air with damp
Cooling mist of the night
But soon the sun put on another

Cloak as she became much brighter
With her dress of brilliant red
That she wore to grace our summer's day
A cloak as colored as  poinsettias' tips

On a gray December day
This means that the sun
Will bring heat with her as hot as
A fiery oak wood coal

And the cool of the morn 
Will go as the summer's sun
Has bid us a warm hello
The moon with his silver hair

Disappearing into night
To another land so swiftly
Did he go to bring it a high tide
While ours will go very low

The sun rose cloaked in red
Bringing her heated stove
She will bake and cook some bread
Heating the south as across the sky goes

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Itty-Bitty Aggravation

The springtime sky has been impaled by lightning's antics while at play And bold intrusion has prevailed The springtime sky has been impaled and bold intrusion has prevailed provoking morning sun's dismay The springtime sky has been impaled by lightning's antics, while at play
_____________________________________________ 4/15/14 For Andrea's Itty-Bitty Contest:

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NORWESTER I seasonal vicious squall

It was well past noon when I stepped out on the street The sun blazed above and the tar squelched beneath my feet No birds chirped nor eagle soared As I waited in the heat for a bus to board The roads were empty and the journey was fast With another bus behind, doggedly trying to speed past Vying for passengers though only a few were about The heat restricted movement –of that there was no doubt! The sky had darkened when I got off the bus The wind was cooling and blew in gusts Gathering scraps of refuse in swirling dusty piles Scattering them again with the wilfulness of a child’s The sun was shrouded and dark clouds now ruled The change was pleasant, the weather had also cooled I knew a storm was brewing, but not how long I had To cover the open distance to where we lived with dad At that point in time there seemed no sense in hurrying A pleasant walk was favoured to an insane scurrying I had a mile to cover – home was thus far A fifteen minute walk or a couple of minutes by car At the end of the road, I turned right A canopy of thick foliage shielded the dusky light Garlanding a square lake with waters, now dark And two tiny islands amidst, all part of a park The air, here, was thick with the raucous cawing of crows Where colonies nested and now lined the branches in rows In this pristine oasis amid the city’s noxious fumes Nature reigns unfettered in her many-hued plumes

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Sunset Lake

On the pier, looking out,
The lake is waving all about.
The sun is setting,
Pink and orange colors, the lake is getting.
I watch the colors glistening,
It's time! Are you listening?
The sun just touched the lake,
Did you hear the sizzle that it makes?
Watching the final colors slowly fade away,
A peaceful ending to a busy day.

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I dream of a world
Where all the four seasons mingled in harmony:
The summer sun casts its fire upon us
In which its warm and glow shone with hope in our hearts
Pushes us to the limit
And entangled us with its passionate ember

The winter breeze casts its spell upon us
Blowing the cold air like prancing fairies
Reaching up to the mountain alps
Climbing with ease, trotting the icy pathway
Sacrificed by love, the wind moves on and on

The autumn leaves fall in agony
Sob in its very own tears
Chained with painful memories
Its spirit flew away
Its life trap in perpetual misery

The colorful spring came along
With music and parade behind its tail
The flowers sing the song of harmony
The river flows away the misery
The calm wind blows with nature's love
The sun shines down hope into our hearts

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Smoking spitter,
Hell is where is holiday,
We watch you stare us down,
Falling, but held in heaven's black old town,

Son of no father,
Father of everyone,

Is your kind of fire in my kind of heart?,
We are all born blind,
So do we all shine from the start?,

Sitting between the shine and shade,
Am I the "We" that you forbade?,
Watching you stare down,
Still in heaven's black old town,
We just wait... for heaven's sundown,
We, as babies on the ground

Details | Ottava rima | |

Sunrise after the Storm

Storm had passed and new sun arise
Flower blooms in April morning
Sordid mind had been cleansed up
All doors that had been closed are now open
The silence has been break free
Love has been shielded me from pain
Stains has been washed out
Beautiful dreams awake me at night
Good things are coming like beautiful mornings
It visit me through all these days
Standing still to make anew of the past
Loving and learning is what I hold to last
A new sun appears to make a new beginning….

By: lena

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Morning Greeting

A tiny flower
Bows to the morning sunlight,
Greeting the new day.

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No Chameleon

The sun slowly rises charmed by
A song the roosters sing
The light mist of the fog surrounds
Hill_creek most everything

Whispy white clouds decorate sky
The red_red sun peeks through
Branches of forest's trees
And cast purple on sky blue

Nature swiftly changes each morn
But sameness still surrounds
Life can move slow or swift, relaxed
Or stress your life dumbfound

A colorful life isn't won
Necessarily by
The swift or the proud but by the
Steady regular guy(or gal)

Who in even temper plods the 
Path constant emotions
Non-volatile explosion, soft
Gentle non-chameleon 

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Startling weather

I put the kettle on for a fresh cup of coffee the February-world outside shows colorful warmth lit by the glorious sun daytime silence rules down on the nail air whistles around the house wind chases clouds cold air creeps through smallest cracks overnight the sun doesn't shine daylight disappears bluest sky vanishes in no time a black and gray blanket covers the world enabled lights illuminate my coffee-break a different ambiance coated with rain and hail while winter taps on temporary opaque glazing still holding my fresh hot coffee in my hand not even a sip drunk I already have to get up to turn the light out the sun returns glorious warm light falls down from a blue sky large hailstones melt like snow in summer an inviting view through a clear window yearns for a walk outside my hot coffee left behind I need to go outside watch today's weather unwind ©Ellie daphne

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My Shadow

My dark, moving shadow,
on the ground down below,
follows me when there is light,
disappears when it is night.

Staying with me throughout the day,
but when it gets dark, it goes away,
from the light, it hides behind me,
forever there it will always be.

Wherever in the sky the sun is faced,
determines where my shadow is placed,
whether the sun is to rise or fall,
makes me shadow short or tall.

My shadow is my shape and outline,
no matter where it is, it is always mine,
from my feet to my head, my shadow is there,
it stays with me no matter where.

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The crisp brown earth sits,
Where the depths of ocean blue
Still refuse to fall.

The Weary feet tramp, 
Sickeningly thudding
Hewing the broken brown flesh
To the cloudy whirlwind above

Silence’s deafening din whispers,
Broken only by the harsh cries
of long drawn out croaks,
from circling scavengers

Winged in feathered rags
With naught but breeze to relieve
the cruel afternoon’s gaze,
frying the crisp brown earth.

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My Hidden Garden


Days that end on notes unwell
Compel this weeping soul
To walk among a secret garden

Where stepping stones in careful lay
And the rains of winged and flower friends
Give way to hearts unburdened

And to tears of joy 
Or that of weathered season
To water the rose petals in uneven

“Tells us dear, why always sadness”
“Is when you visit here?”
“No more worries, friends will change that frown upon which you wear”

Their rainbow already smiles
And polka dotted eyes
Have ready changed me back to cherry cheer

As Sun flora holds me so motherly near
Where Doodly Bug does her dancing thing
And Blue Jay fails to tell a joke, because all he can do is sing

Betty Fly within her elegance of silence mimes
To Mr. Dandy Lion sending wishes off into the winds
And Inchee worm finally reaches me at the gardens end

In and among the gather, laughter spills all around
As the garden fills ever more and more
Until the sun party crasher comes down and down

And the fire flyers usher, and take to flight
A signaling sight to all
What brings about a hush quiet overhaul 

And as I rise, once more in cries
In departs from my secret friends 
They offer out all their good nights and even more their goodbyes!

My garden secret and hidden far
Safely within an enchanted meadow
Is tucked away like a precious treasure… beneath my softly pillow

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AUTUMN haiku

                                             shivered  yellow sun
                                      struck by autumn demureness
                                             scurries to the west

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Red Sun

Glows softly behind those clouds,
Light rays touch everyone's heart,
A new fresh morning it brings,
Created by God..

June 27,2013
Russell Sivey Red Sun
Member Contest

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Before Retiring

Goosebumps rise along my legs.
The sun belies the chilly breeze.
The summer sun is slowly setting.
I hear the droning of the bees.

Peaceful and serene , this night.
Curled up to watch the setting sun.
Colours start to paint the sky.
No night more lovely than this one.

Leaves gently bouncing in playful sway.
A glorious evening is this.
I am so thankful for all I have.
For nature's beauty... and your kiss.

Nights like this are meant to be shared.
No words need to be said.
We watch the night sky darkening
before retiring to our bed.

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The Sweetest Thing Without A Soul

There's a beauty of rich intensity for which
the sun offers its full morning blessing,
an elegant red regard that soothes
a longing heart's desire, a warmth of emotion.
An inspired making that is fresh, free and real,
it is the Red Red Rose; a "Silent eloquence."
The air is drenched with its sweet smell
being the only one of its kind, and cannot
truly be transformed into something artificial,
the soft weight of the petals 
has the touch like babys' skin, I observe
its strength as a heartening symbol
for it appears to be carefree on the bush
or stands very well alone,
the stem is strong and straight, while the
leaves grow from the sturdy branches,
then as the bud fills out it becomes
more liberated and independent,
breaking away from the rest
of the bush like life itself,
the tender petals open up like your heart
to pleasure, and also fades gracefully
under the sun as we do with age.
At the end, the rose falls to the ground
fulfilling its life, just like we
live our lives from birth to eternity...

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In the Shade

The sun is warm and golden,
Beaming down on hill and glade;
But I’m shivering inside because
I’m sitting in the shade.

Every sunny bench is taken
So I’m perched within the gray.
I’m a prisoner of shadows,
Though I’m free to walk away.

Still, the sun slides through the heavens
And the shadows stretch and move.
I’ll remain where I’m reposing,
Like I’ve got something to prove.

In an hour, give or take,
I think my bench will catch some rays;
But until that time arrives
I’m in a goosebump-making phase.

It’s a fool who waits for something
That is not in her control,
For the wiser person knows
Anticipation takes its toll.

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day dreaming

that painting i look at every day.
god i wish i was there. 
the beautiful orange leaves falling everywhere.
an old house just calling my name.
in the middle of nowhere.
i close my eyes and imagine the breeze.
it feels cool, i start to sneeze.
the clouds are moving to the west.
i lay down a blanket and watch the sun set.
the sun goes down as my phone rings.
i'm back at the office my dream is gone.
i look at the painting whistfully, i'll be back.
i start to loose focus, there i am, under that tree.
staring at the clouds as leaves fall around me. 
snap, back at the office again.
until tomorrow my beautiful friend.

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The Beach

The sun kisses my skin with a thousand burning lips,
Making it sensitive beneath my gentle fingertips.
The shade offers no comfort in the miserable heat
I wish there was someplace cool where I can retreat
So I head to the beach where the water is so blue,
Ocean so clear that you can see straight through
Seagulls selfishly screaming “MINE” at everything
Loving the noise that these winged gluttons sing
Sand so soft that my feet sink in and disappear
Children laugh gleefully as they jump off the pier
Waves hit the shore leaving behind thick seaweed
And hermit crabs race back to the water with speed
Beach volleyball games and dogs catching Frisbees
Teenagers flying their kites in the soft, pleasant breeze
Ladies sunbathing while their men apply sunscreen
Laying there peacefully and looking very serene
I’m standing on the beach taking in my surroundings
As the burn from the sun continues its pounding
I run into the water to cool off in the sun’s ire
And the ocean is where I relax from the wicked sun’s fire
Like ice cold lemonade caressing a parched throat
The water refreshes me as I slowly drift afloat
The water kisses my skin with a thousand soothing lips,
Making it silky smooth beneath my gentle fingertips.

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World Of Forms

       World Of Forms

Sun drops in on us
Draws tears from the well of Earth
Children drink up light, water
Oceans have more salt
Both form the world that forms us
Tears dry, sun rises higher 

9/24/14  Choka Me - Choka Poetry Contest

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Mother Star

I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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I start to write

I start to write wondering what words will come out.
The sun warms the ground, chasing away shadows of doubt.
The birds start to fly as I can hear them sing,
Memories return of the coming of spring.

Colors return to a world that was dead.
Visions of flowers, colors dance in my head.
The sky is so clear and appears so blue,
It seems like a dream yet it’s really true.

Rivers flow as they stumble over stones,
The sun is so warm I feel it in my bones.
Green appears in every direction I look,
It all seem like something from a picture book.

Birds gather twigs to make their nest,
Making a home and then they shall rest.
It seems like spring has brought life in sight,
I take it all in and just hold on tight.

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War Of The Sky

The Sun creeps across the sky and slowly destroys the night.
The night gave it's light to the world.
But the sun's victory  is short lived here comes the moon again to steal back the night.
The sun dare not try and fight for the moon's army is far too great.
So many that no man could number.
And the six giants that stand far away.
The sun must be patient, but it will return to warm the earth once more.
Then all will see him as they look up high and know he has won the war of the sky.   

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Life's Seasons

 Swirling leaves, the earth grows still awaiting its time of sleep. The skies turn grey. The time grows short. The birds take to the sky on retreat.
The snow falls from the heavens above. The wind becomes blustery and cold. The sun shines on the blankets of snow reflecting hues to gold.
The rain comes down and torrents. Little petals of green appear. The earth bursts forth in color
 a time that spring is near.
The sun shines gloriously above the earth. The grass is full and green. The fields are full of flowers as far as the eye can see.
Each season is a creation of a part of a continuous link. A time of birth and renewal, a time of reprieve and sleep.
God has given us this earth as a special gift. It is a promise from him above. That our lives should never become mundane and in God we should trust and love.
Make each day that you live a memorable one. Leave your signature behind. Reach out and touch the heart of a loved one. Visit a friend in need. Take the time.
For when you enter in to the heavenly gates and your time on earth is done. When your seasons have now passed away God will say enter my little one.
For when your life is over what will you have left behind? The memories of your patience and love passed on eternally throughout all mankind.
by Kim Paquin

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Sun Drunk

            Sun Drunk

Sun drinks the oceans up one drop at a time

Given one bright eye by nature at its birth

Not to think of sin or crime but to drink in life

Perform ordinary functions in its light of day

Burning in the sky to make things work

It needs no water but still evaporates 
The moon has some complicity in these matters  

Watches from a distance with its one cold eye 

Peering through the darkness under cover 

In night, with gravity, oceans move in waves

Are calmly made

Oceans crave attention 

Under moon glows protection  
Nothing can save them from the sun

Sooner or later it comes up again to drink
Every drop until it’s drunk and done

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Canvas Unmoved

Canvas unmoved
Picture now painted
Where whispy gray clouds rule

Sun cast red on the horizon
Warns of foul weather ahead
Even jet exhaust is gray
Gives onlookers dread
The birds don't seem seem excited
For happily they wing
Roosters' crowing fills the valley
I wonder why they delightedly sing

Each inch of the sunrise
Changes the color of the sky
Cotton candy clouds float nearby

Soon the sun will rule
Heat the  earth and the trees
For now the morning is glorious
Comfort and joy that please 

There is always a moment in time
When the sun seems to back down
All becomes darker
Clouds wear a frown

Now gold sand fills the sky
Those clouds all aglow
The sun waits awhile 
As the paint settles and moulds

Soon the precious minutes will cease
Work will rule the day
But in these moments brief
My spirit fills and plays

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True Beauty

I’ve fallen in love With the beauty of How the sun sets at the beach, Leaving you without speech. The beach gets quiet, Gone is the daytime riot. The sun sets in that big pink sky Revealing the stars on high. Life can be so taxing And the sunset is so relaxing. It takes your breath away This sight at the end of every day. So next time you get the chance To stop for more than a glance, For Heavens sake do so, And let me know Your thoughts when you see That which is true beauty.

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Blue Moon tonight which is very rare
It happens on New Years Eve once in nineteen years
Will you be watching to see if it peeks through
In New York City, Albany, or Calimazu

Maybe in Ormand Beach, Florida
Utah, Alaska a state so fair
How about in the United Kingdom
Africa, Asia, Malayia, or Bonnie Scotland where

It may shine on ice and snow
Or rain reflecting streets
Somewhere on the desert plain
Where the sidewinders sleep

Will the clouds part for just 
A short time for you and me
So we can see this phenominum
That will be such a treat

I will be watching and hope
For just a peek, if only for a moment..
That would be so neat
My day will be filled with excitement

As I watch and wait
This could be the night
That I might stay up late
Sit out on the porch in the cold

Hoping to share with you
A night of anticipation
Of a moon that is blue
Will it cast a shadow

On my gray gray  hair
Or hide all the wrinkles
That shows my character 
So that youth is reflected

On this night so fair
On this night so rare
On this night to share
On this night be there

(Some explanation of Blue Moon. (1) Earth close to sun-so earth gets more sun and moon 
will be brighter. (2) Moon will be closer to earth so seems larger. (3) Full moon rises to a 
point nearly opposite the sun and because sun is low this time of year the full moon will rise 
particularly high.  Blue moon is not blue in color but two full moons in one month because we 
do not use lunar calendar but one devised by man.  Last blue moon on New Years Eve was 
l990 and next will be 2028 or every 19 years.) (There are several explanations how the term 
came into being but I will let you look it up.)

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Picture Perfect Despised Cocklebur

The sun rises in concealed haze
Masked like a Nuthatcher
But its heat will warm this fine day
Dry despised cocklebur

Man has marked path of the sun.
Learned that he can count on
Its constant presence in the sky.
Always knowing there's dawn

Sun's gifts of heat and light delight
But sun's heat can torture
Parching the earth leaving barren
With man desiring flight

The sun with its heat and great light
Trigger desire to rise.
Sun's rays coming through window
Say open sleepy eyes. 

Necessary mix of good_bad
Heat, warmth, growth, too hot,dry
Clouds on hot summer day
Welcomed, tell sun goodbye

Relief from heat for short a time
Heat_ just the right amount
Is what man desires_ just enough
A perfect place _cream puff

Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Picture Perfect

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Hunger And Home For Trees

       Hunger And Home For Trees

Trees hungry for the sun turn towards the fire
Which catches them as they cannot run
And in turn, turns them black
Once they towered towards the sky in green
Fresh air took them there at night serene
Filed them erect like sticks
Squeezed them as they dreamed
Of being piled tooth picks
Ignited by the hungry fire
Trees breathed their last sparks of life
Expired on the spot
Wood that remains in damaged ash
Not fit for homes
Only letting the worms
Within live out their term 

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Do Not Disturb

          Do Not Disturb

While walking through the bush one day
Hot sun burning the planet to a cinder
I happened upon a black mamba snake
When I say “happened upon” I mean stepped upon
The creature had no legs or toes or shoes
It knocked me off my feet with one swift strike
Signs all over nature read, “Do Not Disturb”
If only I could read I would have read them
Instead I’m feeling a little woozy 
Thinking about a nap
Perhaps a cracker with some tea would perk me up
With luck I might make it to supper by three
Or the cemetery

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Scorched as a desert eagle,
trying to get to a cool river
to wash and soothe his dry feathers,
I shout to the sizzling Nature,
" Let sun rays turn into snowflakes! "

I must place the green mistletoe on my door,
hang silver bells on it and make them ring
when guests come in with heavy coats
draped with snow as their breaths steam...
oh, summer turn into winter!

Shivering as a boy who has built a tall snowman,
I rush into a home where delights are many:
presents stacked up under a freshly-cut Christmas Tree
as lights make me dream of that Holy Night in Bethlehem... 
when baby Jesus lay asleep and angels surrounded Him!

Christmas is many months away,
and wouldn't Santa cheer up everyone tonight...
as he comes down from the snowy sky and crashes on his fat belly?
Everyone thinks that I am going insane by wishing Christmas in summer
by constantly yelling, " Let sun rays turn into snowflakes! "

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Golden Possibilites

Golden sun accentuates shapely trunk Youthful graceful excluded Alone in morning sun

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To quench the thirst of this blazing earth,
The doors of heavens opened and inhabitants of earth celebrated their rebirth.
In thousands radiant, sparkling rain drops poured
While the dark sky above did roared. 

Trees, plants & herbs radiated their lush green colour dark
Tiny ants and insects took shelter in its wet bark.

Lightning, thunderstorms, like trumpet blew
Welcoming the new world and giving the scorching heat adieu.

Birds made merry and created veritable bedlam
Water filled in rivers, seas and dams.

It fell and swept the dust of this dusty earth
Fell like cleaning the sin of this heinous world.

And suddenly sun appeared from behind the dark clouds
Rain now slowed down, termites and ants left their mounds.
Rain drops like tiny prisms
Glorious and marvelous of all seasons,
Proliferated by sun light
Made a kaleidioscope of light,
Up above in the sky, God blessed us from that height
Like seven stars and seven ages, heaven blessed us with seven divine lights 
Stretching from east to west encircling the entire globe the raindrop displayed its 

Rain came and blessed us with its showers
Blessed us with its divine drops, which fell on this thirsty earth and scented like 
sweet flowers.

To quench the thirst of this blazing earth
Rain came and cooled the burning hearth.                                      

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Exaggerates Gauzy

The sun cast bright golden yellow
Through the boughs of tall trees
Exaggerates gauzy light fog
Wrapping like swarming bees

The grass freshly mowed lies in clumps
Upon the dew laden
Ground, soon it won't have to be cut
By Ginko leaves hidden

The beams of light filter through fog
Magical its soft glow
Soon the magic will be gone; heat
From the sun will flow

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The Sun, the Moon, the Stars

The sun shows it's power,
The sun shows it's love,
The sun shines so brightly,
It soars like a dove.

The moon's luminescence,
Cools heated hearts,
She gives second chances,
She gives brand ne starts.

The stars up above,
light our beautiful sky,
They give us our wishes,
They give hope to try.

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The sun

The sun is hot
With a few bright spot
The sports are cool
But never go near it like a fool
The sun is a hot star
And it can melt an iron bar
The sun gives us light
But never look at it with your sight
When the sun dies and forms a black hole
You might ask “where is the sun’s soul? “
Without the sun our world would be dark
With no spark!

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The Bird Song

   The Bird Song   

Icy fingers from the lake
tenderly caress the dew.
Foggy digits turn to vapor 
when the sun comes into view.

Sunlight bursts into the meadow.
Birds sing the song of a new day.
A family of deer finishing up breakfast.
I watch as the fawn begin to play.

Staring at the splendor of nature I'm humbled
by the magnificent day the Lord has made.
I'm reminded of a game of hide n seek as I watch
the sun playfully find the hiding shade.

The trees changing colors tell the season.
As the warmth of summer gives in to the fall.
Time rolling on in sweet harmony.
The bird song a testimony to it all.

As a visitor to this glorious moment 
I must give the Lord praise,glory,and fame.
After a fleeting look back at the meadow
I shall go back from whence I came.

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As the sun rose like a bud
The bud rose like the sun
The rose bud opened up
To criticism
And blushed
As the sun’s rays washed
Its face in the morning air
And then, from nowhere,
A bee came to kiss
in passionate French way
the nectar deep
within the blushed display

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Rounding Out Reality

            Rounding Out Reality

Rounding out reality
Dreams fall down on columned nights
Walls fade in golden mist
Swirl into the clarity of day
A kiss is tangible in the distance
Flavored vapors and water come
From the last midnight rain engagement
Came and went away with sleep, pure with sentiment
Sweet sense and fragrances of forest clearing
Corridors of trees lead on the wind
Solid as concrete love, white, with water droplets
Paths circle on themselves to find a clearing in the forest
There is nothing more fragile than my love
Holding on to her is like holding onto time
Sleep rounds out the walls of reality
A golden light on forest green
One soft spot of ground to lay a blanket down
And with my love round out reality

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Sun Stretch

Rising sun stretches; Rays caressing planet earth; Evaporates dew.

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The Earth's Emotions

Volcanoes burst of flaming fear
Oceans wave and express emotional tears
The wind strikes with blades of  brightness light
From climbing a mountain's beautiful sight

Tornadoes spin like the starfish in the lakes
From endless times of angry earthquakes
The snow glows like the stars in the skies
Hurricanes hit furiously a couple of  times

Clouds always crying and making the soil moist
Rain drops falling and describing an angel's voice
Mountains rise high above the heavenly skies
When the sun is feeling joy then here comes the sun shines

Nasty storms always express with actions of power
Feeling the tree's feelings from sweet to sour
Lightning loves to hurt from the thickness of ink
Fire wants to rise and at the same time sink

These are the earth's emotions.

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Welcome to the Night

Evening time has come
toils of the day are done
watch the setting sun
change the face of the sky

the evening sun sinks
into the horizon
sounds of the night
begin their symphony

birds begin to roost
their chatter slowly fades
creatures of the night
take their place on the stage

The moon rises slowly, announcing
the changing of the guard
coolnes felt all around
Earth surrendering her warmth

As the sun hides her face
Welcome to the Night.

g.mattingly 2011

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The Beautiful Weed

Nothing more than a simple weed
As far as the flowers go
A bashful beauty from a windblown seed
Who catches the early show

Its beauty shines before the sun comes up
Admired by the moon
It paints the earth with beautiful colors
But leaving way too soon

It lives its life while tethered together
Like a chaingang on a vine
But one by one it starts to bloom
Before the sun can shine

For a flower that's not a flower at all
But enchanting to me indeed
There's nothing like the morning glory
The world's most beautiful weed

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Mother Natures Waltz

Standing in front of my picture window
after drawing open the drapes
I see the sun stretching over the horizon
showing off mother natures shapes

before i knew it i was looking out over the valley
watching the night settle in
As the sun falls deep below the mountain tops
yet another day comes to an end

It was like seeing it all for the very first time
and i found it hard to turn and look away
From all the wonderous sights
that start and end each day

As i reach across the table 
to turn up the oil lamp light 
I felt a scence of ease
When i realized i could watch it all again 
all through the day and night

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Sun Noodles Lake Two - Haiku

     Sun Noodles Lake Two- Haiku

lake, water falls, shaped
noodles spilled, boiled up flavor
sun ladled two scoops

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Freedom writes

Freedom sings in the nature of things.

Warm gusting winds. 

Bash against the leaves  of a tree.

It makes a sound purposely calming to the ear.

Beneath the trees roots do grow.

Freely and free.

Free burning flames of the sun blind the eye.

As free roaming clouds set free the sky.

Plants of the earth dances.

Its partner the free blown breeze.

Hump back whales jump above the sea.

Are you as free as nature and its unpredictable course of dances.

Can you stare into the free burning flames of the sun?

A stare of freedom,the sun has won.

Will your eyes stay open,like wildly free tides that hit the sands.

Stroll with me in freedoms steps

A freedom nature kept.

Pick up a pen and set its ink free.

Or use your blood on paper and set your self free.

Many say they love to write free poem verses,but they erase and cross out their free poetic verses.Oh come write with me on natures freedom leaves.Let free blown breeze run up your sleeves. 

Erasing and crumbling paper, a freedom tease

Borrow  my free pen and freedoms keys

                        Oh freedom.
                        Oh freedom.
                        Oh freedom 

A free flowing freedom cant freeze,nor cease

Take my pen and write with ease.

No crumbling,no erasing. 

                            Just freedom please

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The yellow of the sun became cold and time went on i became old just like the tree that stood before the sun but here as i stand my work is not done it was the glimps 0f yesterday that took my breath away and lovd a new day t0 you i had no words t0 say

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New eyes

   Sunrise begins. Sifting through the tall grasses, warming the earth all around and chasing off the delicate tendrils of midnights mist. Tucked away in their warm beds, small children and babes sleep blissfully, unaware of the rising sun and the waking world around them. 
  The sun spills over the horizon, exposing shadows and fighting the chill in the air. Ladybugs and dragonflies emerge from the leaves, drinking the morning dew and gracing the skies with their beauty. The little ones eyes start to flutter, slowly joining the real world; leaving a hazy dreamland behind. 
   The sun climbs above the trees, bringing forth energy; causing their saucer-like eyes to blink sleepily. Little stocking covered feet hit the floor, padding to the window pane, and small, soft hands press against the glass. The world takes a breath and begins another day.

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My Journey today

I rise from my bed with a smile on my face.
My heart has returned to a very safe place.
All of the bad has vanished without a trace.
I look to the sky and dream of this vast space.

I go for a walk the sun shines in my eyes.
All that I can see is the bluest of skies.
It seems so quiet I could hear a pin drop.
As I continue my journey to reach the top.

Sometimes I wonder will I ever get there,
Other times it seems like I really don’t care.
Things will just happen I wish to be part,
This contentment does grow inside my heart.

The birds are singing as they fly overhead.
I look at the trees they appear to be dead.
I know that are sleeping, taking a winter nap
Soon they will make syrup from the trees sap.

I walk by the pond the light glitters on the top.
It is much like a mirror I see my face as I stop.
The reflection shows all the beauty, that surrounds,
A wind gently blows some leaves across the ground.

Though I’ve been here before today seems so new,
Everything I see as well as everything that I do.
It almost as if I’m seeing for the very first time,
I find some new rungs on this ladder I climb.

I take in all the sights and then it’s time to go.
The sun high in the sky my shadow does show.
The more that I see the less that I seem to know,
The peace in my heart shall continue to grow.

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An Ode to Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.

The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.

But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.

Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.

A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.

It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.

And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.

Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.

Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.

The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;

Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.

Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.

Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.

Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.

Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.

A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.

The burning skies teaming with gray.

Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.

Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,

Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.

In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;

Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.

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Sun Continues On Its Path

The sun follows the pathway across the heavens
Pathway designed by God set in motion by words
Jet pathways seen this morn number seven
Six of which the jets are long gone
One jet still flying toward the sun
Southward_northeners going to Florida or some isle
Wanting a break from the ice and snow
The sun continues on its pathway bringing warmth
Continuity that is stable only thing that is trustworthy
But even this will come to an end 
This stabilty of earth and sky
We just don't know when 
Left we are to wonder or just trust
Where do I stand when it comes to trust
I am not sure_are you?

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Another love story

The sun shook
With tremor to his core
‘t was going to be shunned, he knew
Looking at what was coming from the North.

Clouds of doom
Spreading across the sky
Obliterating its view
To the blue planet, its favorite sight.

Felt such pain
For the earth was his child
Wondered when he would see it again
What could it do? And he felt weak inside.

The moon came
And with her, the sun knew
It still shone, renewing its faith
The sun understood the moon loved earth too.

And the sun
Fell deep in love with her
That is why they meet now and then
Watching the earth like their child, together.

By CarolineCecile – 12/17/11

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Sunlight Slipping through the Cracks

That small keyhole of morning sifts through the nighttime sky,
casts an orange shadow upon drawn curtains,
hear the birds chirping and hear the grasshopper’s cry,
the moon is dipping and the sun feels shy.

Alarm clocks have not yet sounded,
eyes are still heavy with sleep,
new corners of the bed have yet been founded,
hours left to snooze remain uncounted.

Orange dissolves into a subtle gold,
fresh grass blades shining with dew,
the sun once again feels bold,
squirrels peek out of their wooded folds.

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The Sun

The sun shall shine after the rain.
Drying all tears, erasing the pain.
It shall heal all the wounds inside.
Show the way, the light it provides.

The sun allows all things to grow,
Providing light so beauty can show.
All you need do is look all around.
In every corner beauty is found.

It graces the horizon chasing away night.
Reducing the shadows while increasing sight.
It brings forth life to our entire world,
In its light the beauty is unfurled.

The sun brings warmth I feel in my soul.
When it shines down I feel quite whole.
It warms the ground, the sand under my feet.
It warms the waters making swimming a treat.

When it shines down, light it bestows
When it does set the colors explode.
I close my eyes and dream of the sun.
I draw from the strength, join in the fun.

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Nature's Symphony

                          Twilight, not yet dawn,
                        Awaits ascent of the sun 
          Bringing hues of blue, orange, violet, red, and purple
             The Aurora…the bright dawning, the daybreak 
             The birds began to sing their morning songs
                 A soft breeze joins Nature’s Symphony  
              Nature becomes a symphony of sound & beauty 
                       Nature's  scenic phenomenon. 
                        Nature reached a crescendo
                         Sunrise, the beginning

                    At dusk, day's end, the sunset 
               The eventide, the gloaming, the twilight
          The sunset, evermore brightly colored than sunrise
           As the sun sets over the horizon, nature falls silent
                         A scenic phenomenon
                  Which only nature could orchestrate
                      Birds sing evening songs 
                         Last songs of the day
                      Nature's concert once again, 
                        Begins again at sunrise
                             Sunset, the end

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The sky letting her son to play on the Earth grounds,
Only in the mornings,Sun rises,
Calling back the tired son home,
In the evenings,Sun sets!

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What inward sight illuminates our way -
Whose lucid eye can all the ages span -
To see the Mystic Law that holds its sway
Beyond the endless birth and death of Man?
The luminary moon, when night is done,
Still rules the tides, though the daylight hides it.
The lotus always turns to face the sun
And yet what blossom eye ever guides it?
The cross-eyed men with intellect adorn
Their intuitions - blind who lead the blind -
The common mortals - blind when they were born -
With doubtful eyes that Truth could never find.
   We look - we stare - we gaze and gaze - but we,
   With sightless eyes, forever fail to see.

 – Harley White  

< October 6, 1999 >

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Dusk to Dawn

Oh what a beautiful day we have had.
The sun is tired and must go to bed.
The darkness falls much too fast for this warm summer’s eve.
The creatures that have slept all through the day.
Wait for the moon to come out and play.
As soon as it gets high in the sky.
The owl hoots, crickets chirp and bats fly by.
This mysterious time between sunset and dawn.
Makes one sleepy and I start to yawn.
I see falling stars as I close my eyes.
Occult feelings deepen the dark as it dyes.
And with a brush like a thief in the dark.
Paints it all black.
Till the sun takes it back.

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Today I am the inner glow,
an impenetrable light source,
a globe behind my navel.
My personal Sun rolls out
lighting the way
and warming all
with an intention to pray.
“Allow my light to arise and cause a great shift.
Allow my light to arise an ever abundant gift.”
As I speak this message and awareness
The Sun comes out from its secret space.
My inner aligns with the outer in a celebratory soul dance.

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Crimsworth Dean

Crimsworth Dene

Light relieved land stamped down and raised mounds and hidden folds, revealed the valley’s follies, farms and sunken rivers.

The bright afternoon eye-level sun painted radiance on the dead leaves’ shimmer, rainbowed the waterfall’s joyful spray, and drew eyemotes floating into dancing stars against the sheeted blue.

Outward away past the framed horizon, the sillhouetted church, the tiny Pike, crepuscular shafts healed the broken air and the shining clouds glowed.

The ancient ruin of a farmhouse still holds the ghosts of lovers that once longed across the valley’s gape, forbidden to cross. They rest somewhere near, whilst their dreams still fall towards the river where today, the clough throws its soul-drops over Lumb Falls. Follow the water, and the stream for an instant, becomes brief despariing citizens of the beck hurling themselves, flying and dying to join the river-republic of the hereafter and tumble on ecstatic to the sea.

The central beam, the backbone of the farm, cracked and snapped one day and  still rests piercing the floor, now boggy grass. Where the foxgloves towerin early summer, the moss has taken over the lease and the sheep shelter in what is left of the larder and the parlour. Somewhere under the boulders, the bedroom continues to rot , and where their passion lived, the sun now lures weeds towards itself, rising and falling through the centuries.

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Light In Darkness

Chilled is the air and damp as sun rises Casting an apricot glow on tips of trees The sheer bastiste fog silently just is Bright sun brings hope changing to cheddar cheese Birds sing as do the roosters greeting friend A turkey goobles to my right loud and clear Wonder if he is courting a girlfriend She must be his true love_ his dear Sun has become that bright bright happy light Blinding rays pierce the chilled air warming all Soon it will be warm for all giving might Open doors of opportunity for those with sight Son_ sun cast light in places of darkness Opportunities for growth, change, cleanliness

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Moody Sunset

The Sun slowly sets over the ocean 
I watch the sky change colors
mirroring my mood swings.

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Questions for the Sun

24 Hours

Is the sun yellow? Is the sun white?
Our eyes just can't handle a star so bright!

How far do the rays go? Are they short? Are they long?
They should reach around objects, no shadows belong!

Why must it leave? Why must it go?
It keeps away night and lights up the day below!

Why does it hide? What does it do, behind those dark clouds, lurking in the sky?
There's pittering, pattering, flashing, and booming! Rain, lightning, and thunder, OH MY!

Why does it not control its own heat? This question confuses me a lot...
Spring and fall feel OK, but in the winter it's too cold and in the summer it's too hot!

Why can't the sun stay? Why does it stop shining its light?
I like the sounds that come in the morning, not the sounds at night!

How come I am tired? Why must the sunset?
I know why of course, and it will be back tomorrow I bet!

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At One with Nature

Wandering with friends through romantic and enchanting scenery the sun shines down on us,
The day is cool and clear each step on spongy mossy ground makes us feel as light as the air,
Finding our way along banks of a winding stream with each turn a fresh scene of loveliness,
This beautiful walk gladdens the eyes and charms the heart as nature is shows us her pictures.

While looking at these beautiful canvases of nature it is very hard to choose which is the best,
And looking at the glowing landscape a friend points towards a display of even more beauty,
In this scene there is nothing to say but just look at what is around us each turn makes us glow,
We feel the happiness of nature unfolding her gifts and you just know she has a winsome smile.

And as we walk further along a summer glade we nestle deeper into the bosom of mother earth,
Mountains and cowslips and the good old daisies join the purple heather laid out like a carpet.
The feeling is that nature is not exhausted yet she has many more treasures waiting to unfold,
As the dancing stream bubbles along and winds round an impending rock a surprise awaits us.

There is a scene so grand and wondrous that makes us silent and we are chained together in awe,
It seems up to this time a handmaid have been leading us through the porch and into the hallway,
Now we have arrived we have entered the chamber itself and stood face to face with our host,
Once more nature has opened her house to all her guests and hung forth her richest draperies.

The scenery before us now makes goose bumps rise on our arms and raises hair on our necks.
The sun shines brightly on the waters and the brown watered stream turns into a river of gold,
The land stretched out before us a radiant green that met the turquoise sky on the far horizon,
The caressing breezes carry delicious smells and scents it’s a new spring everything is awake. 

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A global warming almanac

Januari brings the glow, that                           
Makes the beech and filbert grow

February brings the rain, that
Warms our open pool again

March brings breezes hot and still, that   
Make demand for doctors skill 

April brings a brimstone heat, that
Scatters blisters on our feet

May brings lots of reddish tan,   
Searing sun hurts where it can 

June brings flies in overdoses, that  
Fill the children’s eyes and noses

Hot July brings broiling hours, with
Scalding spots and singeing showers

August sun burns sheaves of corn and
Never harvest home is borne 

Warm September brings the fruit, 
Tropic species start to shoot  

Brown October turns virescent 
There you see what's Natures present 

Dull November lives at last 
Lets the leaves grow whizzing fast  

Chill December’s obsolete
Freezer pop’s the Christmas treat 

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A Thief Stole Through My Window and-

Morning sun slipped through
My window,
Like a silent thief,
Robbing me of my slumber,
While decorating my room
In golden sun light.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Sum

The sum is much greater than just its parts.
More than a thought it grows in your heart.
I look at all these pieces that make up me.
When they join together, beauty you see.

I look across a field and see many trees.
Upon a closer look, grass and a river I see.
They all present beauty when they are apart.
But put together, they are a painting in my heart.

I look up and see the grandness of the sky.
My imagination grows wings like birds fly.
There also is the sun along with the clouds
When put together the picture it allows.

It all seems to change as I head toward night.
The sun explodes in colors, the sun still shining bright.
Darkness soon approaches the stars and moon in sight.
It paints a picture of peace and everything is alright.

As we journey through night it shall start over again
The sun greets the horizon much like a good old friend.
The light shines downward, revealing each and every part.
 When they join together, they are a painting in my heart.

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Walk With Me To The Shoreline

The calm before the storm
Bids us to ignore the brewing tempest
Still the nimbus are towering beyond the horizon
As inexorably the squall line approaches our respite
Walk with me to the shoreline
For I fear not the fury
Stand with me to confront the shifting currents
And prevail the harsh elements before us
As the laden columns rise to blot the sky
And seize the light from out tomorrow
I shall rise up in contest
To ensure the continuance of our day
With a fury for the typhoon
Its winds will not deter me our days
The surf will pound around us
And violent gusts will tear at our fabric
But I refuse to be swept up in these tides
Just as these winds will dwindle to zephyrs before me
The lightning will crash and the thunder echo
But they shall gather not my attention
For I focus on the quieter seas to follow
In the days of lesser tumult
When the gentle breeze but wisps your hair
And the setting sun casts us in pleasant repose
I have seen these days before
And desire the grace of their twilight to come
They surpass any fury which can be leveled
And make as nothing the monsoon
So for now I await the storm with you here
When it arrives I shall raise my shield
To protect you from its vengeance
Will we may become dampened
We shall not drown
While we may be shaken by thunder
We shall not be disheartened
And as the seas rise around us
Our determination will summon its eye
In the morning the sun will rise again
Casting its view over the remnants
In these we will find that which we ever needed
The distractions will be blown from us
And we will sail the seas of our life
Collecting the cherished
And leaving the deadweight behind
Here in this calm before the coming storm
Walk with me to the shoreline
Trust me to shelter you
I’ll keep you ever sound
And in allowing me this protection
You shall shelter me

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SUNSET by Anna Lo PH

"SUNSET" by Anna Lo Ph
(written 04/28/2014)

"Your beaming light fades into the clouds
As you bid farewell to a day with proud
There is a smile, there are also some tears
But you still show your beauty without fear.

I will wait for your return as you rise the next day
And gladly embrace the warmth of your grace
A promise of a bright new day to live again
Outpouring with love to you I will claim..."

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I remember...

I am standing on top of a cliff,
Its pure white rocks gleaming in the sun.
The sea is gently lashing against them,
I can hear the waves rolling in, one by one.

I am standing at one of the furthest points,
Like someone about to jump.
The soft green grass beneath my feet,
Not a cloud in the clear, clear sky.

The Isle of Wight in the distance,
The sun gleaming down its beams.
The sea is just tumbling on and on, seeming to never end,
It is so still and tranquil, a pin prick would make a ripple.

The air smells sweet and fresh,
As I take a deep breathe in.
The birds up above, calling each other,
Enjoying the warmth of the sun.

I too can feel the sun on my face,
The warm glow of my skin.
I look down underneath me,
And watch the waves tumbling in.

I let out a big sigh.
Forgetting my fear,
Of the height that I am standing at,
Because... summer, is finally here. 

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Night and Day

Hateful is the day
and gracious is the night.
The Sun burns,
The Moon heals.

The day is so bright
We keep our eyes closed.
But the night is dark 
and our eyes can open.

During the night
We can see everything,
Though it is dim.
During the day,
Everything is so bright and clear,
That it's too much to understand.

The Sun is warm, 
But it is cold.
The Moon comforts you, 
As it doesnt hurt to look at.

So more to say, 
The day is perilous
And the night is tranquil.
So says I.

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The World

The World

i have taken a walk around the inner rim
just to see my spirit encapsulated in ice
the brothers of the summer solstice
have long been frozen and shattered
leaving me here all alone and scattered

and though my soul may be frozen
i continue to walk this barren land
searching for kinsmen in the beyond
never knowing if they're alive or dead
but i walk onward forever as i have said

the broken crust of the planet i walk
quakes beneath a pair of tired feet
with demons scratching beneath the surface
trying to break free and end it all
for now all we can hope to do is stall

i dream of a world with a warm sun again
but that world has long been gone
for humanity is a sin without an end
and the blue sun brings no comfort
not a single escape from hurt

thus i walk the seeming endless sphere
driven by hunger, hate, and fear
though i continue to walk all by myself
i feel that i alone must atone
for the burning sin of flesh and bone

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As the evening sun dipped in the blood-red horizon,
A gust of Silence came, whispered and then hushed
The warm air that was hastily passing the dungeon
Of thick scrub where the quivering grasses blushed.

The last flickering of Sun vanished and it was time.
Darkened, It was time for hunting and to be hunted.
The primordial cycle of hunt began in a raw chime
Of survival for the fittest. All hunt now enchanted.

Night here is so horrifying, even the Breeze dares
To sound its airy hum. Predators roam everywhere.
From the high branches, dark caves, dark soil-crater
And thick bushes, the primordial Eye of Death stares.

The Primordial creatures trample, fly, glide, clutch
With their teeth, claws, peaks soaked in the blood.
Creatures perish, new creatures emerge here in such
A world of Hunters, Hunted. All wander like cloud.

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The sound of water is heard 
The rain falling onto the ground 
Like a giant waterfall 
Where the source comes from nature itself 

The sun hides behind the clouds 
Which have darkened 
Lightning and thunder 
We see and we hear 
The signs of a heavy rain 

I now hear splashing sounds 
I see tiny fountains as water droplets hit the ground 
Muddy puddles form in grassy patches 
Traffic comes to what seems like a standstill 

After the sky has shed all his tears 
Joy and love radiates from the sun 
A new weather, a new cycle 
Water has begun yet another circulation through nature 
As if starting afresh  

Without rain 
we would run out of water supplies 
Crops would not grow 
Famine and drought 
And poverty 

Humanity is no longer troubles or worried of any wrongdoing 
All washed away 
Humanity is cleansed by nature's purifying waterfall 
Dried by the sun's warmth and glory 
We are ready to move on. 

Rain is a blessing.

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Bad Luck Birds

 A blood-red owl and a pale white raven
Sit on my shoulder all through the night
The sun rises and they won’t let me be
The day, what now, I thought they’d leave with the light

Plague my mind 

Ever and for still the night

Yet I dye easy as hearts always fall

Falling farther and I can’t make this right.

Little deaths are breaking me down
It’s killing me inside so I can’t hear the sound
Of her eyes calling me away 
There’s nothing left to say, I can’t keep you around,

Toes curl at the owl’s screech in the night

The sun setting and I turn away

I can’t stand the sight

I just lost another day.

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A Spring in the Glade

In a far off field are dark green blades growing and a lovely daisy nodding,
In a far off meadow a king-cup stands there, with a yellow primrose so fair,
In a far off glade there is green grass growing, there I will rest my feet,
A warm bright sun shines in the sky and a warm breeze closes my tired eyes.

The grass in the glade is sweet and long, softer better than any noble bed,
And the sweetness of the grass and the warm sun made me dream many dreams,
Then suddenly awakened by the low roar from from a waterfall from far away,
I realized it was raining and the noise was from a thousand drops on leaves.

Now standing under a tree the rain is soft and gentle, gracious and warm,
New life came into me as I stand beneath an oak tree listening to gentle winds,
The steady rain wets meadows and mead's, down through cracks in the peat,
It travels underground meeting the other raindrops to flow as spring water.

Clear springs are feeding the runners, swelling brooks making its way to rivers,
There are silver drops on the glade flowers and trees, far away faint rainbow,
The sun returns, the bright beams reflects from the wet grass as little prisms,
And a bine of crow's-foot entangled in the branch of an elder tree, glistened.

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The Sunset

Watching the sun set, walking with you along the beach
There is absolutely nowhere else I would rather be.
The waters kiss the shore near the bottoms of our feet;
The seagulls provide a loud yet soft melodic symphony.
I want to enjoy the simplicity of this peace,
This heaven on earth provides a sweet release.
Taking our sweet, precious time, we’re in no rush,
Feeling the softness of the sand collapsing beneath us.
The white sands are grainy between our toes,
Quietly washed away by the gentle waves’ flows.
As the sun descends, my love for you swells.
My heart and soul are where my love for you dwells.
Along our infinite path of love layered with sand,
We walk together, side by side and hand in hand,
Two happy people who love each other deeply,
Finding pleasure in a love that I find completes me.

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The Sun

The Sun Comes Out All The Time Every
Day Every Sign The Sun Has The Most Heat
On This Planet It will Share It The Sun
Is A Flaming Ball Of Fire So Neat But
Yet To Hot To Even Touch It The Sun
Has Wonders About It you Will Never
Know Because It Is In Fact The Sun. 

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The World I See

The morning sun rolls around
Here, like Tick Tock's on a clock
Even the current of the sea is flowing

Wallowing seagulls in there flock
Only the sea breezes have ever seen
Revealing, the sun begins to rise
Laying upon a sight every one should see
Dynamic rays of shine and Beautiful zodiacal lights

In the Clouds where birds view from the sky heights

Soon I wish to see with my own undying eyes
Endless Beauty and essence
Enchanting Love and harmony highs

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Hope Has Gone

Follow a long path and it will get rougher as you go, don't let that stop you,
Daffodils will be thick and yellow on both sides, let golden colours guide you,
The daffodils will disappear at the woods, a green wall of spring will appear ,
Here the path is just footprints in lush grass, the smell of spring, heady.

There will be acres, and acres of thick bluebells, the scene will lift you heart,
Bluebells and the trees will darken your way, follow the yellow rods of sunlight,
Sit awhile, cast your eyes upon this place of classical beauty, a sight to behold,
The perfume of leaf mold, competes with the different scents of woodland flowers.

Be on your way after a good rest, by now you should hear the sound of running water,
A background noise, an orchestra to join the bird song high up in the branches,
Camped by the side a tiny brook, a man called Hope will shake your hand, warmly.
With clear bright blue eyes, and white hair, a dazzling smile to make you welcome.

His name is Hope the Hermit, he will invite you to sit and enjoy a cup of leaf tea,
Stories make your heart sing but, there is a sad side, Hope hides away from people,
I sat with Hope for what seemed like hours listening to stories of his wonderful life,
He had knowledge about every subject we talked about, his words, like beautiful poetry.

The sun went down behind the tops of trees so it was time to head for home before dark,
I followed the path back to my village my thoughts and body full of gladness and joy,
Going to bed that night I could not sleep, Hopes words opened my eyes to a new world,
Tomorrow I will go and visit my new friend, we will talk about things and enjoy the day,

Hope's world is a caring lovely world, a world where you can see beauty in everything,
I had to wait for the sun to rise, to go back to see my good friend deep in the woods,
I walked the same footpath, the daffodils were gone, no carpets of bluebells in the wood,
There was no camp beside a brook, no golden shafts of light, just a wood, Hope had gone.

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Paints The Sky

She paints the sky with white and blue, 
With a stroke of her hand, a paradise for two. 
She paints the sky, where our love reigns true. 
But now she paints the sky with shifting clouds, dark colors, shades, and hues. 
What has happened here, in our paradise, just me and you? 
The sun has set, in this idealistic world, now bleeding down the canvas, lost and untrue.
She has raped my sky, with lines, foreign colors, and haikus. 
She riddles me lies, promising if my heart stays true, 
The sun will rise again, in this monstrosity, built in the minds of we two. 
Next time she strokes the brush, I expect bright colors, shades, and hues. 
But this time something unexpected happens, 
This time, 
She paints the sky, 

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After the Rain

After the rain goes away,
All bad things have been washed away.
My tears fell with the fallen rain drops
And they will wash away down stream with all the tears
From the sky.
When the rain dries up and
All  my pain has withered away with it, 
The flowers bloom again and the sun comes back out 
And all the joy I have lost has come back into my heart. 
After the sun comes out and  suns rays are shining,
I feel so lifted and happy once again.
Like all my burdens are gone and I have been set free.
After the rain clouds come,
I feel sadness in my heart again and the pain comes back 
Just as before and I feel my eyes start to tear up and water.
After the rain falls,
This cycle will start all over again.
It is never ending and it's the story of my life--
It's how it will always be--
After the rain. 

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Warner Baxter - Through the mist - 8-20-14

dewdrops are sparkling over cactus thorn like icy diamonds this misty morn cold desert wind through the Mesquite trees the sweet smell of sage lingers in the breeze as the sun climbs past invisible clouds the burning sky melts the misty wet shroud mercury is high but the air is dry somewhere under the tangerine sky

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Quiet! Listen; Nature calling
Her voice so gentle, an ultimate passion
So sweet, so tender; so meek, so mild
Not in the roars of floods, earthquakes or hurricanes
Nor even the call to ease one’s self
But a beautiful disaster, closer at heart
That brings to mind nostalgic memories
Of the wonder of our home called Earth 
Its orderly splendor, perfection’s rebirth
With phenomenon so glorious to behold
In distorted occurrences; a story to be told
The night is here this morn
 The moon, this day overcomes the sun
Slowly but surely, he takes his steps
In a dance so teasingly before her
His weight he throws about to annoy her
For a few minutes battle to win
For a moment of display as the sun’s assassin

This day, the first law of creation defiled
Permission sought from the Maker above
By the sun, the moon, and some hell of brave stars
To struggle for some space and time in the sky
A scarce ritual in renewal of their forceful friendship
Then to return being friendly foes
Each apportioned reign, be day or night
As nature demands of them
As creation requires of them

Men and women, old and young
All behold this awesome sight
In fear though some may be
Great curiosity dares them to see
Heads held high in reach for the sky
Bulging eyes in search; one destination in mind
Mouths open in shock of the stunning design
Brains work to appreciate the scenario it finds

A view of a journey to the sun by the moon
A visit not entertained by his host for long
The tiny moon, who destructs the king of lights
Makes mockery of her to the world at large

Such great heroism displayed
That bathes the sun in total humiliation
Hence, burns furiously than ever
In a desperate quest for vengeance
And a fearful act of retaliation
For a once cherished great a dignity
For a now destroyed good a reputation.

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Moon Flower

Moon Flower

The sun is long since gone
The last strains of its light have faded behind the horizon
The moon shines down on a sleepy world
Stars twinkle with their own beautiful light
Animals move on their nightly paths
Birds make lonely calls looking for a single friend
One the ground the moon flower opens
Catching every bit of light it shows its beauty
No one will get the chance to see it bloom
The coming of the sun hides what only the night brings
Such beauty wasted in the night

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Deadly Macabred Blood Spilt A Spreadly Death.

From when'st this knife fallen from that yonder shelf...
Impels it's long slicable blade deep inside my self.
That blade which bade it's woeful cry so loud...
Gathered many a spectator's viewing crowd.
Blood which spreadeth it's widening reddened shroud...
Instilled it's red bathing, all to a wondering how'd? 
That orange reddened sun bathes the vulture, in
it's heated life shrinking rays of death stalking days...
Serpent's severed head, happly shone off it's protruding, 
elusive pointy forked tongue.
Jackal's fanged teeth had gnarled it's death delivering
quivered smiles...
To all the many horror striked fearing victim's.
The sun had set it's macbre shadow to toil and boil the earth...
Longly and lastly to end on this worldly planed, any chanceful
innocent one's by nature, it's long suffered birth.
Caw, Caw, ... No more forever moored! 



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I dream of spring

With winter upon me I start to dream of spring.
Though my senses feel numb I can’t feel anything.
I remember the sun its rays could warm the soul.
Though the cold of winter is still taking its toll.

I remember the scent of flowers clinging in the air.
Where once it was barren the grass shall grow there.
The trees begin to blossom as they come alive.
The beauty surrounds in every direction I drive.

I hear the bird singing they seem to rejoice.
The enjoyment of life seems to be the only choice.
 They gather up twigs to construct a new nest.
They work until dark and then they do rest.

The days grow much longer I see so much light.
 It seems like a beacon to guide me from night.
The sun grows strong and everything grows.
The warmth can be felt as a gentle breeze blows.

I feel my spirit grows I think I can fly.
I just spread my wings and take to the sky.
 I look down to see all the world down below
The seeds that were planted are starting to grow.

I see spring much like a return of the senses
Nature agrees, it becomes a general consensus.
The dream seem so real I can taste it in the air.
 Winter shall fade and spring senses shall fare.

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The sun shining on the brine
To make a Great Salt Lake.
Up the canyon by the corkscrew,
Yet looked like a robe
Awaiting its filling
The setting sun pierced my back.
Dirtly disk with crescent West
Hung with South
Colors in the dirt,
Colors in the rock.
Walk up a canyon,
Go back in time 
And Forever.

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The Sun's Warm Graces

When the sun can be seen
shining down
through trees,
and the asphalt warms the palms
of pale feet,
Summer can be seen striding
towards the closest river bank.

Merrily she smiles
reflecting back the sun's warm graces,
her hand locked tightly in mine,
our pale palms nestled
like two swollen hearts
on a softened bed of pine needles.

What does she see
when she looks into my eyes so softly?
When she gently kisses my palm
what does she feel?
Is it like a gentle breeze
blowing over the river there?
Or is it like a burning sun
that evaporates despair?

On the river bank, a robin rests
his beak turned towards the sea.
Deep inside,
as her lips meet mine,
a sun burns

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A Walk Along The River Bank

When the sun shines in the sky and no clouds can be seen
A walk along the river bank is like a lovely dream
Down from the bridge the narrow stony path winds
Grassy banks on either side in which white butterflies glide
Insects bussing on the wing 
Through the nettles without a sting

On down the path it widens out and we see the rivers natural beauty
With swans and ducklings here on show their parents on feeding duty
In and out the reeds they swim the little heads ducking through water dim
But then again out in the sun their tail feathers waving a good job done 
This display is truly cute as round the weeds the little ducks scoot
All covered in that fluffy down not quite ready or dressed for town

A swan her nest built at the other side watches her chicks as they glide
They are so very young and small with little short necks which will grow tall
Ugly ducklings they may be now but watching the grownups we just say “wow”
The forms that nature her beauty does show the best designer could never know

The dappling water with diamonds bright shines in the sunshine with delight
Gliding over the stones made smooth through the years
It comes to the waterfall to cascade down like a million tears
Into a pool which is dark and deep then on it flows the river never sleeps

The white flowers of the hawthorn are joined their blooms to share
With beautiful wild pink roses entwined amongst them here and there
The grasses sway as their seed heads grow out to catch your legs
The tickle soft and gentle is asking pick me will you my seeds please spread
Then the smell of honeysuckle brings perfume to the nose
A wonderful display of nature on show as the river gently flows

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All it is

Life is just the burning sun 

shut down in disguise

the fire glistens through the morning

like the shadows in my eyes

I wake up every morning to feel 

the warmth of a precious rise

when the sun sets something deep inside me dies

Darkness for awhile, suddenly light appears

casting a shadow upon my darkest fears

still sun sets and light turns to clouds

leaving me sleepless in a world not found

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Where Else Would I Be?

Author Note: When reading, picture the beauty of a setting sun at sea.

surveying in appreciation the mastery of creation.
A kaleidoscope of color, blends one into another, 
producing varying intensities,
in the aftermath of sun setting;
a vision,
a rustic portrait of my vessel rushing,
as to prolong this rare site.

Water mimics glass,
nary a ripple before me;
changes to chaotic in my wake.

I am enchanted by the feast placed before me,
fortunate among men to bear witness.

This portal between heaven and earth, 
this is my place.
I am a sailor, where else would I be?

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storm and rain

how must i wake this morning
when heralded with storm and rain
that wash my tired eyes through glass i recite the days long pain
again and again oh again and again
how must i wake this morning 
how must i break this shame.

shelter me from the heavy darkened shadows
that remind me of the sun that once envigarated passions
see me stood in winter fashions 
with skin unblemished pale and dour
give me the sun that blossoms flowers
when the seconds chase the hours.

i exist in time not having lived this life
like a fictional inanimate shape
born of one mans imagination 
only to be brought to life in social situations
give me patience or free me with eternal life
stick my back in knife.

just simply give me strength
so when again the morning heralds me
i may face it cap in hand
smile and make a stand
I'll greet each days storm and rain
with hope of facing sun again.

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This is your time, Do you see that this is your time? 
The rain has united with the sun and  when it falls it shall bring water to the Earth.  
The sun will cast  colors as the rain falls.  
The beauty that will be seen, will be across the sky. 
Seems that the Birds would taste the sprinkles of the water, 
as they pass the bright colors of the bow that is placed in the sky. 
This is your time to shine.  
The sky will unite with clouds, and cause an beautiful array, of whiteness, for all to see. 
This is your time, to stand and be free. 
The wind has united with the gentle breeze, this will cause the mixing of aroma that will ride along the gentle breeze. 
The smell so free and sweet. 
Twirl and swirl upon the warm breeze.
This is your time to breath. The air will be sweet, and damp. 
This is your time, to dance.
The Earth will cause music to flow through the trees, 
Can you hear the sound? Listen to all that is clean and new.  
The uniting of nature, that is so crisp, it is safe here.
You will only be seen through the glass covered sky, Seen by his eye.
This is your time, Twirl, and dance, feel the earth between you toes. Twirl, sweetness.
Let, the woes, diminish. You are so beautiful here. So very lovely.
This is you, this is forever. You are united here, with your creator.
He can hear you without speaking. This is your time to smile.
This is your time to become who the Lord wants you to become.
Quietness, will fill your being, united. Peaceful and still. Let the wind 
Blow  through you. This is your time, So lovely so pure.
  SarahL. Bowman

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The Afternoon River

The light is golden,
The water spills and gushes over the ruined brick wall,
Its onetime captor.
The air is warm, yet not burning,
The warmth of the hearth.

The air is alive with the idylls of the birds,
Spiced with the aroma of sage,
As the sun makes its lazy way West,
Beyond the high, rocky hills.

Onward goes the river,
As it slows to enjoy the idle afternoon,
Between sandy banks lined with old, gnarled oaks,
Scowling at the river's apathy as it goes along its sleepy way.

All too soon, the sun closes its great eye,
A chill descends upon the old brick wall,
The night wraps the land in its cold embrace, this day never to return again,
As surely as the hands which laid the bricks,
In ages past.

Details | Sonnet | |


I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe.
And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge.
The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large.
And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse.
The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse.
The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge.
The door had been widely opened and many came by barge.
The stress was great because the world went into a reverse.
Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards.
Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before.
And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards.
And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door.
The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all,
And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall.
® Registered: Ann Rich 2008

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The Cloudy Sky

Rains made the nature so clean,
Shadow of clouds made it more green.
The layers of clouds darken the sky.
Sunrays are restrained to pass by.

The layers are dense and thick.
But, somewhere they are weak.
Like a poor man's torn blanket,
Cannot stop sun to peep through it.

Penetrated by a few sun-rays,
Bright lines are drawn in greys,
Like silver magical stick of a fairy
Showering boon of life and merry.

Roam your vision in the clouds.
Let your imagination come out.
Can you see a sheep or a deer?
Faces of crocodiles may appear.

It's only the cloudy sky, I must say,
You can stare with naked eyes in mid-day.
As soon as the season is not rainy,
You can't do so when sun is shiny.

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Sun's Reflection

Sparkling water
underneath the bright light
sun swims the ocean.


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The monster rose out of the sea,
Intent on devastation.
The wreckage it left in its wake--
Beyond imagination!

The world looks dark and dismal, now.
Heartbreak, on every hand.
A world of rubble and debris,
Where once was sun and sand.

But this night is not forever;
There will dawn a brighter day.
The Gulf Coast sun will shine again,
And drive the gloom away. 

We'll rally 'round and lend a hand,
For we're all kith and kin.
We'll work upon the fallen things,
Till they're rebuilt again. 

The human spirit will prevail.
When this tribulation's done,
This land will rise up from its ruin,
And gleam in a new day's sun. 

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Female of nature

I couldn't sleep all night for the for the sound that came
The sound of footsteps on the forest path
I bounced up from my bed and looked through the window
And there came the smell of fresh forest earth
But I sow no one in the lonely meadow
Where the thick grown grass quench their thirst
From the motherly lake who is never tired
She flows with the breeze and kisses the crust
There was some thing about the woods that they pretended
But no one there and the sound never ended

Up comes the sun with the news of the day
But I haven't got a moment's sleep
That sound of footsteps had come all the night
As the stars had disappeared and the daylight creeps
I opened the door and stepped outside
Closer to the nature who changes all the time
Through the path and into the woods
In the darkest morning with its earliest sight
I went deeper and deeper; left and right
In search of the one whose footsteps I heard
Suddenly I sow a footstep on grass
Drawn as if it belongs to them

Than I understood who she is
She is the one who is nature herself
I looked at the clouds and saw her eyes
And felt her lips where the rosy sun rises
I felt her call deep into my heart
I ran and ran on the damp forest earth
Then I found her fingerprints drawn on a tree
On the softest mosses that shakes with the breeze
As I went deeper and deeper I found out
Somebody had gone through the wild grasses
They’re shaking with the scent of wild flowers (she has kept)
And the scent is coming from every place she has stepped

Suddenly I felt a motion in my right
And saw the bushes that were still shaking
I ran past them towards their motion
Is this the truth or just a fiction?
My heart is telling me that I shall find out
I'm going, I'm going, I'm still going deeper
I'm hearing, I'm hearing, I'm hearing her call
Where I heard the sound of a water fall
Then I saw the girl who is sitting with the flowers
And put out her green eyes, so clean, so bright
I stood spellbound to see the beauty she holds
But then she startled and went out of sight

Never and never and never will she come  
To the world of ours, to the brick build culture
I cannot tell more even if you insist
She'd live in her home as long as it exists

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Appearance of the sun

Days, weeks, and months no condensation
Months, weeks, and days evaporation
The dry dusty meadows has given up faith
To the minors who covered with water play in gait
Even the plants leaves are upright
Always waiting for the night
Women during heat gossips call the children to shade
Farmers, arms at an akimbo, look at the harm the sun had made
Sacrifices had been made but their god answer not 
Workaholic peasants go to the farm and come back without a nut
They look at their past for taboos or a great sin
They find nothing the priest says the gods has nothing
The sun continues to punish there bare foot till it cuts
They sweat till sun dries it, their body then becomes forts 

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Flowers Can Be

Floral fragrances fill the air
Lost memories appear everywhere.
Originally starting out as seeds
Wither without water and sun to feed.

Every morning they open up
Reminders of drinks taken from lifes cup.
Sent to show someone that you care
Caressing the senses, standing fair.

A flower to mark both joys and pain
Needing only soil, sun and rain.
Blossoming beauty ripe to be picked 
Evoking emotions no one can predict.

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The Notable Oak

Scarlet clouds skinny-dip
In the wealth of your limbs,
Highlighting your glorious
State of grace,
And I am your audience
Applauding unrehearsed magnificence;
Intensely poignant,
This simple display,
To intrigue and inspire
The likes of Kilmer.

“More,” I fiercely cry.

Alas, the sun has done her duty
And she’s fled to western horizons,
Leaving me to mourn the sight
Of your moss-draped canopy
Wrestling with the sky
For consideration,
But oh, Live Oak,
You need not fear my memory.
I shall dream of you
As I slumber beneath your branches.

When the sun comes to visit again,
You’ll see me smile once more.

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Fragrance II - (Continued after Fragrance -I)

A raging sun raised over the sky so bright, kindled upon
The earth desired for thirst, the first ray hold upon,
By the crops reaped over the farm so baked -
Steamed by the nature so distressed,
The flared breeze glowed over the life withheld.
A muted zephyr pass by the morn, betide upon
The daylight so hoped-for, the first drop gushed upon,
By the wind so aroused over the fight against blaze - 
Danced by the mizzle so greeted
The sensation of expressions for the moment winded so delighted. 
Moistened by the drops fell upon so pleased, retrieve upon
The sowing over the sloughy farm, the last ray hold upon,
By the dismal days of cloudburst -
Streamed over by the ken so roaring,
The time of the year met with the season of showering. 

Abased sun faded by the sky so dark, mislaid upon
The sprinkle dripped for reseeding, the first ray hold upon,
By the awning fitted for shelter over the sidewalk –
Drenched by the approach so merciful,
The mournful reek washed over the shore so disgraceful. 
An abstract world by the city so ludic, played upon
The time seemed lively, the first dive swam upon,
By the pleasure of life - 
Versed by the pleasance so alive,
The sweet flow of liveliness hoped to survive.
Lasted numb behind the clouds the sun once peeped by the drizzle, showed upon
The rays gently breaking up the sky by the colours differentiated, hold upon
By the welcoming of feathered white clouds –
Eased by the greenery so eying
The time of the year met with the season of fall-flowering. 


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Thunder booms, lightning cracks open the sky.

Under the shelter of trees, birds and animal lie.

Safe from the winds that howl through the night,

Babies huddle next to parents shaking with fright.

Summer night enters with a crash and a bang.


Morning sun eases over the horizon

Coloring the dawn sky, the calm after the storm.

Wildlife slowy awakens, blinking in the morning light.

Shaking off the nights rain, drying in the welcome heat of the sun.


Some humans rush off to work

Coffees cup in hand, looking towards the sky.

Those left at home begin the mornings tasks,

Making a list of chores and groceries to buy.

Light from the morning sun shines into the window, brightening the house.


A long day of work for both

Then time spent with family.

Mowing the lawn, watering the garden

Lending a hand with the childrens homework.

Finally day ends, relaxing to the sound of distant thunder rumbling.


Natures day ends as well, as the evening sky darkens.

Flower petals close to the night.

Birds cuddle their young at the nest,

Sharing their warmth as the suns heat fades.

Night animals appear, wary of the distant thunder.


Raindrops start slowly, dotting the sand.

Rabbits and other night creatures make for their homes.

The thunder moves closer, lightning flashes above.

People safe asleep in thier beds, lightnings brightness flashes on closed eyes.

Outside nightcrawlers glide silently, no eyes to blink.

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Winter Gone

"Winter Gone"

Of winter gone I'd rather write,
Than that which slows river's flow.
Of butterfly or sun so bright,
Rather than of sparkling snow.

But come to think as oft I do,
Winter winds charm the frost.
Sky of day so brightest blue,
Adrift in snow all time is lost.

So now I'll think of summer heat,
I'll write of green and flower sheen.
Not of ice nor of sleet,
Nor of winter's feast so lean.

Frozen land or ice bound lake,
Not which holds my thought.
For in bright sun I now bake,
This day will of me martyr make.


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Laraway, Laraway

  What have I done? 
                Left you this morning out of haste,
 love and distaste for solitude?   
                Oh, what are you to think of me?  
Sorta confused about this world lifeanAll, 
                I think that some apology is in order:

	to earth moon sun and sky - - 
my humble service,
                       the living day for you Sun   
under cloud over sky around us all 
                      and I am grateful from your offering 
Nature and Earth, water open sea, 
                      gore crevasse terre   
 Sky    To you Buddha starling Sky of clouds 
                     of air of wind and birds,
 I thank you for sending  
                     my lifeforce in meditation... 
	And Moon, 

to whom I have no words, 
                    Moon for love invested 
like bankmoney    I love you most Moon
	not more than earth
                                                       sun or sky

	not more than water

	not more than nature’s wind     Speaking

but as forwords and
 backwords revolve
                               or like a spring fog or lowing mist
off the sea            (Fogbells and light)

	I think of Moon at each passing note
  	With each hair growing steadily
	suspended on sand    The overlapping plane of mountain

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Forever Fall

Dark and cold as dawn sets in
And the grass is moist by the dew
So serene and blessed
How morning suddenly grew.
The sky lightens
Ready to greet the sun
The plants eagerly await
To soak in the heat as one.

Noon awakes, knowing its job
Is to warm the world
No wonder the sun is a god
Just hear the stream purl.

Soon the day turns to dusk
And the leaves continue to fall
The animals find their way home
As the sun sends its last call.

Darkness overshadows the light
And all that is visible are lit pumpkins
Until the sky welcomes the moon
More is seen when the shine begins.

Now nothing can take this away
That day and that night
The start of autumn
A mesmerizing sight.

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where and when the sun will rise

whete the sun has risen
it has not risen before
when the sun is climbing
it is a different mountain
it does take, when the sun
will rise tomorrow
it will not be the same 
as it hikes the wild blue yonder
it goes through termoil every day
hifting through the clouds
that follow,
when it falls the moon will rise

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Mountains and Cowslips

Wandering with friends through romantic and enchanting scenery the sun shines down on us,
The day is cool and clear each step on spongy mossy ground makes us feel as light as the air,
Finding our way along banks of a winding stream with each turn a fresh scene of loveliness,
This beautiful walk gladdens the eyes and charms the heart as nature is shows us her pictures.

While looking at these beautiful canvases of nature it is very hard to choose which is the best,
And looking at the glowing landscape a friend points towards a display of even more beauty,
In this scene there is nothing to say but just look at what is around us each turn makes us glow,
We feel the happiness of nature unfolding her gifts and you just know she has a winsome smile.

And as we walk further along a summer glade we nestle deeper into the bosom of mother earth,
Mountains and cowslips and the good old daisies join the purple heather laid out like a carpet.
The feeling is that nature is not exhausted yet she has many more treasures waiting to unfold,
As the dancing stream bubbles along and winds round an impending rock a surprise awaits us.

There is a scene so grand and wondrous that makes us silent and we are chained together in awe,
It seems up to this time a handmaid have been leading us through the porch and into the hallway,
Now we have arrived we have entered the chamber itself and stood face to face with our host,
Once more nature has opened her house to all her guests and hung forth her richest draperies.

The scenery before us now makes goose bumps rise on our arms and raises hair on our necks.
The sun shines brightly on the waters and the brown watered stream turns into a river of gold,
The land stretched out before us a radiant green that met the turquoise sky on the far horizon,
The caressing breezes carry delicious smells and scents it's a new spring everything is awake.

Details | ABC | |

Moon Mirror

The sun, going about her daily chores, 
glimpses a new star in the sky, 
one smaller than herself, 
yet strangely familiar.

Used to catching her image first in puddles, 
then growing larger in lakes, 
she at first only sees a stranger, 
then catches herself 

spread in the moon's reflection 
across thousands of miles of sky.
Hypnotized by the beauty 
of this strange new view of herself, 

she can't ignore it, 
sneaking looks time after time; 
she can't take her eyes off herself.
Daily, as the moon moves about in the sky, 

the sun catches tantalizing glimpses 
of herself from multiple angles. 
By then, the sun imagines herself to have 
the moon's full attention, 

claiming it as her mirror.
Like Snow White's wicked stepmother, 
the sun asks this mirror repeatedly, 
methodically, almost hypnotically, 

"Who is the fairest of them all?"
The moon answers all questions 
bringing the sun back time and again, 
puppet on a string 
seeking a definitive answer.

By day, the moon untangles 
its strings of moonlight, 
puts out its nets.

Their dialog moves sideways; 
the sun's questions, always direct, 
glance off the moon; 
the moon's answers slip around behind it 
as the sun tries to get a better look 
at what the moon might be saying.

Who was created in whose image? 
Which came first, 
the chicken, the egg, or the yolk, 
small sun caught up in the quicksilver lies 
of albumen?

Details | I do not know? | |


I woke this Morning. I gazed out the window and saw the Sun dancing off the trees. The Earth was still asleep. it was covered with sparkles and glitter from the frost and ice. The earth oh so quiet and still.
The Birds felt the warmth of the sun. They stretched and warmed themselves, and awoke the earth with their lovely song. The chill from the air was cold.
However, when the sun touched the Earth it gave it a quiet nudge and the grass that was hiding under the thick frost, began to slowly open again as the Sun warmed it.
Tiny flakes of snow began to blow, they swayed in the cold breeze.
Where have you come from?
Will you land on the branch or cradle yourself to the earth?
The flakes flew high when the cold wind rushed the Earth.
. Have you traveled along way?
Twirl, and spin little snow flake it is your turn, to appear.
The grass will soon close its weary eyes for the winter. and
awake again in the Spring. Soon the Sun will not be as warm and will hide behind the Clouds.
Don’t fret small snow flakes it is your turn.
The Winters Months come, with the cold wind from the North.
We welcome you sweet snowflake. Lonely Snowflake
The Earth needs its Sweet Slumber, to rest up, for the Spring, Soon the Earth will sprout lovely flowers and colors. It is now your turn to, Fly little snowflake soon the wondrous heavens will be covered with White.

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Spirit of the Dunes

The sun fades towards the west	
The loving beauty of our star in sunset is expressed
The majestic mountains expanding past horizon trees and beaches that are by sea caressed 
All by the divine power behind the sun are blessed 

Any time soon
Appears the blue visage of full moon
It illuminates the mysterious dune
Cool breeze carries sea and mountain fragrance in this transcendent night of June

The sea holy is just a small flower yet hand behind it puts in ecstasies 
Because as much as sea holy has many copies
There is only one spirit among hollies
That is extended soul and by it formed neural tree has no boundaries

That neural flame and its version of nonlinearity
It is the testament of this spirits adaptability
And its acuity 
But there is more to its dexterity 

Soul of the just has many windings 
Choosing the right destiny is one of spirit’s of dunes blessings 
He can decipher the divine writings 
And with it his soul will be as pure as one of wellsprings 

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The Golden Thief

                                              The sun slipped 
                                          Through my window,
                                              Like a silent thief,
                                        Robbing me of my slumber,
                                        While decorating my room
                                               In golden sun light.

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Grandiose Creation

Though we try to carve out the green manifestation of which we dwell.
Through layers of brick and immense will, we engraved our presence. 
Until nature duly strikes; the once coveted, is devoured by the landlord.
The ubiquitous endeavour maintains, even when coated by leafy lush.
A magnum opus of each culture, intended to astound the current breed.
A ghost of wonder and amazement, eaten by the hands of father time.
The distant past, is ever so tangible, forever relishing these antiquities.
Nature will restore the wild, still we are etched forever, forgotten never.

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If The Noon Could Speak

If noon could to talk to me so sweetly-
and if the sun could speak within its rays-
like waves in the seas (there are a secrets told)
I know the golden hue would always wish to stay.

If noon could to talk to me so sweetly-
and if the sun had a word to soonly speak
It would ask for the water to evaporate 
to cool him from a fire ball to a cloudy peak.

If noon could share to me a little secret-
And if the sun had  fury rage but little inside
it would speak that he is afraid of the moon-
and the colors when he falls to a sunset as they collide.

If the noon was only real- just as a friend-
Then the sun in the sky would sing a lullaby
with all the chirping vocals from the birds
and put me to sleep with all and good-bye.

Details | I do not know? | |

Autumn Night

leaves change color
the cool breeze flies
the song of the leaves roars
rustles and bustles in the brush
birds begin to sing to the south
sky turns red as the sun sets on an Autumn evening
clouds not white but pink
coco and cookies all around
coats and children surround
the fire of life
roads and streets quiet
what a sound, what a sight
what a wonderful Autumn night
marsh mellows in fire places
smoke of warmth fills the night sky
sweet Autumn night
make the stars shine bright
the sun rises
the moon disappears
stars that once shone
are now gone
what a night
what a sight
please Autumn day
bring one more

Details | Quatrain | |

The seasons change

Not so long ago I stood in the sun.
Taking in the warmth and having some fun.
The days were long and the sky so blue,
The days were long yet I longed for you…

The days grow shorter the warmth is gone,
Leaves change colors winter won’t be long.
Frost glitters in the sun and melts away,
Things slowly fade that I wish could have stayed.

The wind gets colder the skies grow dark,
They rip through me sending a chill to my heart.
I look to the sky and see the birds fly away
Fall is gone and winter is on the way.

The sky opens up and the snow begins to fall.
It blankets the earth covering it all.
Still I remember what buried below,
I must wait until spring for it to show.

The sun grows stronger the winter ices melt.
As it touches my skin the warmth is felt.
Birds return singing as if to rejoice,
The rebirth of spring seems to be in their voice.

As years fly by so many seasons and change
As a new one comes, the last moves out of range.
The seasons become like stages in life
Some filled with beauty, others with strife.

Spring becomes like when you begin,
Summer is the times in the life that you win.
Autumn is like when you start to grow old.
Winter becomes tears frozen from cold.

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Shades of Green

Anticipation of longer days
as the sun decides to extend it's stay
celestial jewels in ordained array
and shades of green block out the gray

Oh what a joy a season can bring
butterflies come out to play, and birds delight to sing
bumble bees do their own thing
while flowers dress like exalted kings

A tropic breeze  now comes our way
seemingly carried on sun rays
daffodils in golden array
are now indeed on full display

Black eyed susan's attract birds on the wing
who eat the petals just leaving the ring
avoiding pesky insect stings
enjoying the beauty that butterflies bring

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Autumn in the Fields

As the year begins to draw darker at night the great long and sultry heats are past,
Rain has fallen and refreshed the air and repaired the parched earth of the summer,
Shadows of the year begin to fall there is a dark gloom it is pleasant and soothing,
The glare of past days hang in the air and in mornings a dew it is once more autumn.

There is a veil of clouds that are drawn away by the hands of the high soaring winds,
Clouds in their airy lengths and gossamer drapery amid an intense azure of immensity,
The sun comes up once more to brilliant days the calmest and most impressive beauty,
A watery sun with watery heat it shines down on autumn fields and bathes all in gold.

On every side there is real happiness as the stores of the year have all been gathered,
Trees begin to change their color indicative of ripeness in the orchards and gardens,
Hedges filled with an abundance of crops, blackberries remind us of Babes in the Wood,
Hedgerows brightened with scarlet berries, woody nightshade and all is truly beautiful.

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A Spring in a Glade

In a far off field are dark green blades growing and a lovely daisy nodding,
In a far off meadow a king-cup stands there, with a yellow primrose so fair,
In a far off glade there is green grass growing, there I will rest my feet,
A warm bright sun shines in the sky and a warm breeze closed my tired eyes.

The grass in the glade is sweet and long, softer better than any noble bed,
And the sweetness of the grass and the warm sun made me dream many dreams,
Then suddenly awakened by the low roar from from a waterfall from far away,
I realized it was raining and the noise is from a thousand drops on leaves.

Now standing under a tree the rain is soft and gentle, gracious and warm,
New life came into me as I stand beneath the oak listening to gentle winds,
The steady rain will wet meadows and mead's, down through cracks in the peat,
It will travel underground meeting other raindrops and flow as spring water.

Clear springs feeding the runners, swelling brooks make their way to rivers,
There are silver drops on the glades flowers and trees and far away is a rainbow,
The sun returns, the bright beams reflect off the wet grass as little prisms,
And a bine of crow's-foot entangled in the branch of an elder tree glistens. 

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Florida Nature

tall trees with tongues of roots,sinew,
ply their way into the river's bank,
and deep the river, peace and sway,
links the day to to the green wet night

and in the dim mid-distance, where the
water fades , a palate of gingamon moss 
lays and folds the sequinned lights into the 
quilt of coloured earth; all set for when the 
piercing wetlands sun, lie down it's wicker 
head to sleep

true be this place to corporeal heaven, of path's 
lit way, a broad cacophony of colour, ready for 
the heron's sound, amid the prancing, rigid 
silver-bellied fish 

and to my Florida home, the state of beauty,
hue and nuance; I give this day, this entreaty
to the mighty sword, that carved my home this way.

Inspired by the Robert Butler painting "Peace River"

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Dawn's Orphan,Midnight's Accepted Son

I've got the Sun in My soul

Your eyes on my imperfection

I've got the misled night under my spell
I am the one who has left her in a trance

Here in her midnight i am her storm,her marauder for love

I've got the sun in my soul
the midnight is silver in my one knows where I am

The broken day provides no justice...only visible madness

gypsy women on the sidewalk,calling my name as if we've shared dreams together,planned our
lives since children

The music is caught, trapped within the wind

Give it all to me now baby...don't be scared
I can capture it all for you...don't be scared I'll show you a good time

Songs of the dead
Hymns of the living
The caught tears of the yet to be born

I have the misled night under my spell
my imperfection my dark street

I've got to block it all out keep it away

This ain't your scene kid...come on,go away this can't be good for you

The Day has come
I'll be back and my gang of shadows

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I look out my window,
And I see the sunset.
God it feels like forever,
Since I’ve last seen one as beautiful.

I look out at the deep shades of crimson,
And yellow, more gold than yellow actually.
All the colors fading into the lightest of blues,
Fading into the never-ending sky.

Rising up against that sunset is the mountains. 
I grew up in these mountains and hills.
I’ve hiked them,
And at the top have seen spectacular sights.

Down below those mountains are the valleys
Deep and wide they stretch across the earth,
Like a blanket,
Keeping the earth warm.

Blankets of green and many colors.
A great contrast to the mountains above them,
Which portray that wonderful deep green color,
That attracts the wandering eye in wonder.

In those valleys lie rivers, deep and cool.
The deep blue and dirty green of them,
Attracting one to jump deep into their depths,
So you can feel the way the water surrounds your body,

Swimming holes are full of people,
Crowded with bodies all enjoying the warm summer evening.
Children laughing, their parents chatting,
All enjoying this wondrous night.

I cannot see this all from my spot at my window, 
But I feel it in my heart that they are all there,
Enjoying the sunset as much as I am,
Watching the sun sink down.

Then they will all get into their cars,
And drive away leaving the water to become still.
And I will turn away from my window,
And hope tomorrow’s will be just as good.

And the sky turns inky black,
Against the dark sky is the bright stars shining,
Shining so brightly,
That with the moons help they light up the night.

And they will shine, 
Until the sun comes up again,
And I will once again sit at my window,
And watch the sunrise settle into place.

With its lighter colors, 
Fading upward against the just lightening sky,
Where the new day begins,
And a new sunset waits to be seen.

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Look Around

Just take a walk and look around
There’s lots of beauty to be found
Stay out late and see the stars
How bright they shine from oh so far

The sun feels warm throughout the day
But when it’s gone the stars do play
In the evening cold but yet
Look at the moon a glow you get

The little things we take as so
But what would happen if they should go
No sun to warm no moon at night
No stars to twinkle nothing in sight

The world would be a worthless husk
Living in a total dusk
Just like some of us who choose
Not to look but sit and lose

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The Rideau

I rinsed my paintbrushes in the Rideau River
Watching a kaleidoscope of colours
Dance with such an intensity
It was the first time I
Acrylics come to life
Among the minnows
I am Vincent Van Gogh, 
I am
Coated in
Deep Crimson Reds and
From the Green
I was using for the mountain tops
Owl City Soundtrack
Is resounding all around me
Without any essence of a concern or worry

I spent an afternoon floating directionless on The Pelican 
Turtles worshiping the sun as they raise their heads as I pass them Slowly
The Heron
Soars under the heaving clouds
The leafs whisper excitedly 
Fall is approaching,
As the sun sets over the
Sandcastle Shores
I am fashioned with Waterlilies
 Adorning my hair 

My campfire perfumed Hoodie
Water that has become my Looking glass...

 Is so calm, it looks like glass

My wind strewn hair
Sun Kissed Cheeks.
In this dream like state
Of reality
I am freed.

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After a long hot summer's day
I sat and watched the sun set.

It seemed as if the air itself
Was hotter than any noon day sun.

The sun looked like a ball of molten fire
As it hung there in the western sky.

It felt as it the sun was setting
On the whole universe.

And as I watched the last few inches
Of that great fireball disappear into
The horizon

I wondered if the sun would reappear
The next morning.
Or decide it was through and snuff itOut like a forgotten candle.

Life is full of uncertainties.
The best we can do is live or lives
Step by step, minute by minute

And pray for rain.

Josette Key      2007

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A beautiful sunset, a painted picture in the sky. The clouds dared to take it away, but the sun shone through over this breathtaking horizon, I always knew with you, there would be a reason. I always believed in you, my heart whispers you are speaking the truth. I find blithe safety and trust in thee... please don't ever leave me. You'd miss this beautiful sunset, our memories you'd soon forget, would you want to risk that all? Giving up everything for nothing... who'd be there to help you up if ever you took a fall? Who'd be there, but me?... Who'd remember it all?... A cold wind sets in, I search for you... A ray of sun finds a sparkle of hope inside of my heart, I see you standing still, proud, and tall. There you are. A butterfly in my soul, how happy, how joyful. With this one last sunset before the end of our time, it paints a beautiful picture across the sky. Forever a butterfly fluttering, enchanting in my mind. And so you fly away, transforming in the light. Tears stream down my face, a broken heart, a sad goodbye. We will soon be together again, a promise until the end. Love will last forever, forever will find us in the end.

Details | Lyric | |


The harshness of winter has finally past.
Springtime is upon us finally at last.
No more dulldrums of winter to tax my brain,and the season I love the best
espically the rain.

I could sit and watch as the flowers and the trees flurish and bloom,
and I know that because of natures miracles all the colors will be out soon.

Finally I love to walk out ,and look up,and feel the rain trickle on my face,
take off my shoes and socks and jump from puddle to puddle all ove the place.

But at last all good things must come to an end. The sun is coming out and 
gone is the rain, my friend.
As I sit on the porch with the sun glistening in my eyes, I cant help but wonder
how long before the next storm comes by.

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I walk and walk the many miles for you.
I give and give until I have nothing more.
I go on and on until I drop or fall,
But I’m searching deep because I search for it all.
Everyday I die more inside. 
Eaten alive by myself inside of my core,
Because I’m left alive with life that only I can sort through!
I just want to see the Sun rising up so full and so high.
I want to see the Sun set so huge with shadowing bits that glow.
So I’ll just believe in this strength that comes through you to me.
I search for you but why should I be the one who has to be one that believes?
Everyday I’m alone and it’s nowhere that I go,
Even when it’s my thoughts that I clearly identify!
I just want to see the Moon so round and so high beaming me into the glow of light.
I want to see the Moon peering through the lighter of my brightest day.
I keep seeing all of these cushioned visions of just you and me.
Searching for you gives me the sight of all that I am to see.
Everyday I beg and beg until I hurt that you will stay.
But I’m left alone with reality in sight.
I just want so much for you and me.
I even want the same air that you breathe.
I keep holding onto this strength that I am I feel I believe.
Searching for you I’m with all that I can ever be!
Everyday I’m straightened by what my eyes can see,
But now I’m alone with what’s left alive and what didn’t flee.
So I’ll just keep searching for you while I search for what will be the all of me.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Days When Sun Came to Play

It amazes me what warmth is set free,
On long summer days all spent in play,
By a smile, and chuckle and a promise to stay. 

Standing in awe at the amber sea, 
Are father, mother, daughter and son, 
Staring out where all day, Sun had shone. 

Before it hides away from the night,
it glares forth a challenge to Family,
"Can you make the very most of me?"

Sun peaks through the windows at dawn, 
Waking Family with a chuckle and smile,
"Are you awake, making the most of my wiles?" 

Sun follows Family's cycles to the forest  as well.
Guarding them with warmth, kissing well their city skin,
"Are you playing a game by going in and out of the dim?"

At lunch time Sun is high in the sky,
Joining in, stealing a little of Family's ice cream,
"I'm sorry, I don't mean it to seem mean!"

In afternoon Sun follows Family to sea,
Warming the water and highlighting the rocks,
"Can you see me greeting boats at the docks?"

Evening creeps in, chasing Sun away.
But as it dips down it says it's Goodnight,
"Bless you all 'till tomorrow, I'll wake you early and bright!"

Details | Sestina | |

Dark is the Night

With day full of sleep, moon falls in the river.
Its beams danced on water with shadows of trees
to a beat of rhythm from wind till it died 
and buried in music of quietness of night. 
With perfume of flowers giving weight to air
cool of dark beauty night’s peace granted prayer.

Cathedral as reverent as echoed Lords prayer
as gentle as songs by frogs from the stream.
Harmony hanging in a gemstone sharp air,
with touch of sadness as dim sparklers in tyrees
while chirping of crickets brings richness to night
This will be the hour which wretchedness died.

The stars in the heaven pronounces day's death,
still speaks of the coming of fresh morning prayer
as glorious moon-glow reigns above night
while weak light reflects off bountiful river
twinkling in beams through branches of trees,
gives a roar of stillness through paper thin air.

The sky and the dark and the shadows of air
The river, moon and the sun as it died.
As leaves slowly descend from generous trees.
An answer it seems to nights granted prayers
it all means little to approaching rivers
which has born witness of deceit of the night.

So quick in the darkness will charge storms of night?
Critical lighting strikes in tranquilized air
heaved by the wind once magnanimous river
thunder and rain, wind and foreboding of dead 
comes terror and fear and murmuring prayers
amongst shacking of limbs and bowing of trees.

Fierce is the storm and with uprooting of trees
as wind rips and cries through cover of darkness.
All creatures will witness the dark Devil’s prayer
as thunder splits atoms of wild burdened air.
The night  cannot sleep till storm’s ferry dies
and silence of night returns to the rivers.

Storms of the night and night’s peace granted prayer.
Shadows of trees and moonbeams on the river 
but rising of sun will bring death to night’s air.

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Whispered Love

As the sun rose once on a dawn
In its good-bye kiss to the earth at the horizon;
When the redness of her lips reflected on the sky
The earth was shy, looking down her eye;
The sun whispered:
“My sweetest, has anyone ever been in love so much-
As I have been with you for ages as such?
Every morning and evening I do meet you
There is eternity in my love, neither old nor new
Forever and ever I have been in love with you!!”

When that evening the sun came down
The earth gently did mischievously frown
Then it did whisper in the kissing sun’s ears
“My dearest, though I am proud to have you
Yet there is love to make us poor, though few
If you care to glance at the sunflower in love with the sun
Or the butterfly dancing with madness for the flower’s fun
The insects burning themselves to win the heart of the flame
The dew drops kissing the cheeks of the flower in sudden acclaim
You would realize….
It doth not matter how eternal your love has been
It matters though how infinite love you are in!!”

Details | Quintain (English) | |

The Desert

When winter storms depart
spring is in a desert's heart
Days are long
as hills are steep
Under the sand
memories sleep
Look out over
nothing but land
There's only
the sky and the sand
The sun lights
the burning plains
And clouds refuse
to send the rains
At night 
restless winds blow
And all is still
on earth below
The stars shine 
brightly overhead
The sun rises and sets
above each bed

Details | Free verse | |

The nature change

When the sun off their light in the sky
the homes in the street, at evening,
brightens with a beautiful light.
Bird starts sleeping while the
Humans start their noise with snoring.
The sun boiling the air at morning while
the moon freezing and cooling the air at night
All humans in the world forgotten a thing
The plants are their real friends of human
it's like Human without air
I say, the plant and human are couples
Without you and i.
The sun, who's the mother of the world,
wakes you in the morning , a sign,
The sun, the mother, sometimes
calm , annoys, rage and all
That is the nature disaster
In the round(shape) sun, you
can take any shapes.
The sky is the paper, the sun
signed and written it.
Cloud is the eraser, Hides the
sign of sun in the sky.
night,darkness is sketching
a colour of the sun
stars are their children, you can
see them at night..

Details | Rhyme | |

Morning Delights

  "The breeze outside the window,
    Bids me a cheerful day;
    The soft rustling of leaves in the treetops,
    Has many a thing to say:
   'The dark, dreary night is over,
    The stars 'gainst the velvety drape,
    Have all faded back in the twilight;
    Dark horizon the sun now does break'.
    The birds in their perches are waking,
    Beginning their day with a song;
    A chorus of chirping commences,
    And lasts all the whole day long! 

    The dew on the grass, how it glistens!
    As the rays of the sun burst so bright.
    Tiny beads on the flowers do sparkle,
    Like the jewels of a crown, what a sight!
    The aroma of morning does linger,
    In the air, on the breeze, oh so sweet;
    It silently sneaks through the window,
    Like the quietest, cleverest thief.
    The day has come into being,
    This much, I know can be said.
    Though the World itself now is awakening,
    I turn over, and go back to bed."

Details | Narrative | |



My  garden in Ireland was at first merely   
A windy exposed  open field sloping down right  
To the sea, a half-mile away nearly :
My pots of musky-smelling marigolds blew away in the night. 

Yellow petals were ripped off my freshly-opened tulips;
My  roses  and her  berries  got bad doses of windburn -
Black along the edge of her shining red hips:
The wind I couldn’t stop;  but I tried a little to turn. 

I turned it up-and-over the plant beds,
Put in three windbreaks across the main  flow  -
Large hawthorn  trees with a Russian vine’s  tentacle  threads
Were front-line defence against the airy foe.

Behind  this, an escallonia hedge, thick and tough with shining leaves,  
And behind that  a lower viburnum  hedge 
With scented winter flowers  creeping up the walls to the eaves
Speading tiny white  flowers on the window ledge.

My  marigold  beds and tender shrubs  hid, 
Spread in the sun behind  these tough guys;
And then,  in turn,  my cat and kid
Behind the  flowers and shrubs under blue skies.

In the sun  everyone  was  ready
Waiting for the barbecue.
When it was lit,  the match flame was steady:
No breeze ever got through.

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The Sun on the Horizon

Honeydew on the grass sparkles with life as the Sun comes up shining.
Way up yonder the Horizon’s preparing for its glorious arising.
Purple, blue and gray radiantly come together and all stand out alone,
Way up under this great big earthly dome.
Bird’s shadows fly at distances, yet each distinct by their flocks belted,
And each disappears away in colorful misty skies where all of them roam!
Beauty in foresight is clearly seen on this perfect unthought-of day, 
Even to my own likings of a surprising.
Too compelling just knowing that all days are counted by,
Each exact group already individualized by being numbered!
Foliage secretes from its many branches of trees per several hundreds.
All with there own story to make known to the unknown.
Consistently re-budding as season’s change to each one that is now arising.
All seeming to prepare for that God-awful battle called Armageddon.
Years pass on and still the Sun comes onto the horizon.
Life’s at a standstill, yet, steadily ticking with the hands of time to carry on.
Nothing can be done to stop the cycle of our Earth’s creation.
For every beginning there is and ending as it is to see 
Dawning is “The Sun on the Horizon”!
Be thankful that you have this very day,
For the Sun is rising upon the horizon,
What a wonderful liaison!

®Registered: Ann Rich  2001

Details | Blank verse | |


I sit here remembering times that have gone by
toward the end and near the beginning
the musical notes of my life
faith and hope
the sustainers of my path
the cartakers and builders
the moon and sun my light
the stars my many dreams
each holding me together
as the world around me crumbles
falls to pieces on my floor
my broken heart
slowly mended
as time slipped me by
as faith and hope kept building
and the sun and moon still shine
the stars still go on glinting
waiting for me to realise
that it is now my time

Details | Rhyme | |

The Ducks Are Free

   Within my sight of ocean breeze
I see the curve of earth and sea
The little ducks as they walk about
A show of wings for a simple handout.
   White clouds pass, subtle and calm
Giving rest to the sun upon the kiddie pond
The sunlight twinkles as the children play
Together they're dancing within the waves.
   Here comes a duck with questioning eyes
A piece of bread or even some pie?
Bikinis and trunks play in the sand
Not one of them lovers, not one holding hands.
   This all seems distracted as in playful dispute
The beach is so quiet, maybe they're mute
The glare of the sun brings me back to my write
I see the seagulls attacking a kite.
   Although the beach I thought serene
This one corrects me of all I have seen
Only the ducks seem peaceful to know
Their questioning eyes and hunger side show.
   The people are sad or poor I bet
To come to this beach, in silence get wet
If this is the price of the beach for me
I'll come for the ducks, the ducks are free.

     September 14, 2008

Details | Pantoum | |

Sun's Rise

When cometh the sun upon the mornings dew The birds will chirp in harmonious pure delight As it raises and casts shadow then on the earth We welcome the dawn so to let go of the night The birds will chirp in harmonious pure delight Serenading us as we share in a morning’s kiss We welcome the dawn so to let go of the night We recognize it well for its beauty and its bliss Serenading us as we share in a morning’s kiss We delight in the sounds that play for us two We recognize it well for its beauty and its bliss As we welcome each other as we so often do We delight in the sounds that play for us two While we take each other into a tight embrace As we welcome each other as we so often do I kiss you tenderly as I stare into your face While we take each other into a tight embrace The sun tilts its head, blushing from the view I kiss you tenderly as I stare into your face As the sun rises, I shall make love with you The sun tilts its head, blushing from the view As it raises and casts shadow then on the earth As the sun rises, I shall make love with you When cometh the sun upon the mornings dew

Details | I do not know? | |

Country Breeze

The piercing sound of a roosters crow
Wakes me from a sound slumber.
I quietly stumble out of bed
I walk to the bay window and glance out
Into the corn fields. What a beautiful day.
I thought as I hastily put on my clothes
A bright, sunny, warm day
I walk out on the front porch 
Where mom and I had played games
The night before
The warm crisp summery breeze brushes
By me.
The sun casts its radiant light on my
Flushed cheeks
And casts its shadows on the old red barn
I catch a whiff of a sun kissed watermelon
Still on the vine.
Off in the distance I hear the dull wale of a herd of cows
Chuck our old German Shepard lazily strolls by
And settles down on a pile of hay dad had raked
Next to the house a few weeks back
Tired I suppose from chasing birds.
What a peaceful day it is out here in the country

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Cycle of the Sun

The sun sinks against a crepuscular sky.
A crepuscular sky is holding up the stars.
The stars can be seen with the sun’s fading light.
The sun’s fading light retires in the west.
In the west, they are barely holding onto the day.
Hold onto the day as long as possible before it ends.
Before it ends, be thankful another sun will appear in the east.
Appearing in the east, another morning sun makes its presence.
Making its presence to an anticipating world.
An anticipating world  will receive all the riches the sun gives.
The sun gives vitality until it is ready to retire in the west.
Retiring in the west is another sun that sinks.

Robert Pettit
For Nette’s “Wreath on the Flavor of Dusk” contest
August 12, 2012

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Natures Secrets Behind Hedges

Nature hangs sparkling green curtains all around the fields and the meadows along its edges,
From great tall trees that sway in summer breezes everywhere including tiny little hedges,
Its hides her secrets well, like a mother, protecting them from some people and prying eyes,
Guarding her world like a woman warrior away from any chance of danger and any rude surprise,
Her hidden beauty is behind the thick curtains made of thorns and nettles, rivers, anything,
Then from each thicket comes a quiver of birds weaving through trees and taking to the wing,
This wonderful renascence is spectacular and repeating itself back to when world was created,
Sunshine smiling across open land, flowers for our bees the spring appears the land is elated.
When all is ready she draws the veils and shows us her most magnificent pictures in her troves,
Trees are white with blossom the ground is a woven carpet and flowers spring up in their droves,
Soft breezes diffuse the most delicious smells and the sun is spreading from mountain to dales,
Looking down on everything, wide wild meadows, wet water mead's and dense clefts it never fails,
In the sun the nightingale fly's from the south the voice of the turtle is heard in their home,
The swallow comes from the shore and the rich garden of China where it build it's nests of foam,

Details | Free verse | |

Saturday Morning Time Travel

People say there's no such thing as time travel.
But if you sit outside in the early morning sun
Versus inside in front of half-hour TV shows
The quality of time experienced is chasmic.
The house protects, shields, nourishes 
In its finite space.
The World is an infinite bombardment,
Like a child gleefully displaying all his clothes
While fabricating new items on the spot, sweetly, angrily, 
but in every way for you, without fee or formality.

It is the world to which we belong,
Not the house, nor the show.
The morning sun may not re-locate us (physically)
Through our own construction of time
As a properly gadgeted time traveler might,
But it slows it with mystic ease and rhythms.
Which is more than Oprah Winfrey could ever do
Stuck inside a glowing, square box.
So rejoice! Your problems are small, definite, and digitized.

As this poem is written I sit 
In World's slow time
As it beckons me forward in search 
Of the soul's blue and glacial bliss.
A sky wrapped around a fist.
A rising sun crackling
The mountain mist.
A time traveler awakened to 
Love's first kiss.
This Saturday morning. 
Outside with tea.
Just you an me.
With the television's "secrets" within.
And the World open and naked without.

Details | Quatrain | |

Clouds are like dreams

The clouds are like dreams just passing by.
Coming then going leaving behind blue sky.
They float through the air and then disappear
The dark ones are filled with angel’s tears.

Some are so big you can’t see the top.
Their home is the sky that never stops.
Friends with the sun they provide it with rest.
Like the tops of a wave as it starts to crest.

I try to imagine what it would be like
Floating a while then vanishing from sight.
Up so high that you can only see down,
Having no course to which you are bound.

No two the same, different shapes and size.
They provide shade and keep the sun from my eyes.
Sometimes you can look up and not see a single one.
Other times they are continuous blocking out the sun.

I wonder of what is and where the clouds go,
Will they drift away as the wind begins to blow?
I look up at the sky and see they are a part
Clouds are like the dreams I hold in my heart.

Clouds are like dreams some come true.
Once you realize nothing else will do.
They become colorful just before night.
Some days there are none not any in sight.

Details | Sonnet | |

That's That

The Sun is on my horizon approaching this brand new day.
Ripples in the sea shatter my shimmering ultra-violet light.
Birds sing in the air and many more are on this same flight.
Rising high, the Sun makes rounds in its sweet special way.
Puffy white clouds are on the trail until they begin to stray.
Blue skies follow suite running off the wet darkened night.
Green grassy grounds are visions of a true God given sight.
Branches of trees wave at the Sun as if bitterly bent or fray.
Rising with the Sun and busy as a bee,
Up and on it I always rise just to shine!
It is all amazing just like being me!
That’s that and poof I’m all in line!

No really, I am telling you that’s that!
Now honestly who are you looking at?
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006

Details | I do not know? | |

Playing Catchup

Tide slurps wet kisses on weed slimed stone jetties
The wind slaps sandy fine grit into salt dried eyelids

And the sun shines on

Gulls scream challenge as clams dig spurtingly deeper
Shells roll and tumble wave dancing on flowing sand

And the sun shines on

A white line jet outruns its trailing breakdown
As a crab scuttles sideways into sheltered shade

And the sun shines on

And the waves have no end
Echoes of moon tugs on wind oceans 
Racing to catch and match 
The spin of gravitational fire

Details | Free verse | |

The Journey Abroad the Sea

A ship once sailed in the wide open sea
A ship once called "All Aboard" to the ones who dared to take risks
Some heard that call and ran towards it
Slowly, they stepped onto its body...
Whilst fear with a pinch of courage overwhelmed them...
Turning back now was too late,
For the ship had sailed into the wide open sea...

Sunset approached the ship
As the sun slowly dipped into the sea...
The sky was painted red, orange, and yellow by then,
Calling out those who would care to join them
To paint the world with sleep...

Some of those on the ship rejected the call
As their eyes gazed at the stars up high
For they were lanterns that guide...
Their pondering and gazing soon stopped
For they eyelids couldn't handle it anymore...
And so they slowly glued together
Calling out to their masters "Go To Sleep..."
Calling to their beholders, to the ones on the ship.."Go To Sleep..."

Time passed so gently as the clock ticked by
Thus, a warm, gentle ray touched their faces
Carressing them to wake up
A smile spread upon their faces
As their eyes greeted the sun with a gentle blink...

That day, the sun played with the clouds
Whilst the wind and birds joined with pride
Yet, the journey was about to end
For the ship called once again
But this time it wasn't a welcoming "All Aboard"
In fact, it was a whistle waving goodbye...

Slowly, the ones the ship hands
And step by step went towards the land
Yet, a sound was heard from behind 
As they turned behind towards the sea,
Something beautiful was displayed...
Where the sea was waving goodbye...

Details | Verse | |

Morning Walk

The sun and I we rose from the bed of night
And walked abroad the damp grass and trees
Stretching with each step the line of delight
To edge the liquid tongue of murmuring seas.

A nightingale nuanced the day's orison to tell
My heart, the life in it reclaimed a songs worth
Scattering joy like wind rain of dew on the dell
Morning comes cackling the hens on damp earth

Away beyond the petal wight of skies, the first grief
Gliding on the stage my eyes applaud for desire
Ruby bosomed clouds arousing the russet leaf
Above me, heaven's passion set the world afire

The perfumes she wears, violets of mountains here
Palpable to my senses, it rains and rains desire
The sun and I are abroad walking the world's hair
Flung wet upon my skin, diluting his probing fire.

Details | Haiku | |

Four Haikus in Nature

A quilt of snowfall
Interrupts my peaceful sleep
Rest comes into Spring

Blackened clouds looming
Determination of sun
A battle of wills

Rebellious bird
Early spreading of its wings
Mother close behind

Lone apple remains
Dangling a fragile branch
Protesting Winter

Details | Rhyme | |



I didn't know you very well April.
You were the start of spring,
The beginning of new things.
Offering a time for transition,
expressing a sweet song for broken men,
showing that what had withered away once could grow again.
April, I sit here now and think of you as me.
You are the most certain uncertainty.
Your chill passes as wind thru my cotton tee.
Your chill is me rushing thru those I've treated improperly.   
Your overcast sky is heavy like my regrets.
It has encompassed my every individual action and step.
Drenching my precious days as I stood wet,
your rain fills the wrinkles of this face I cant forget.
But April, I'm moving away from the mirror, far too long consumed,
and stepping outside with you waiting for the flowers to bloom.
April, your sun is dynamic when you show it.
It is very much like mine within me and I know it.
It turns me completely inside out,
Still fierce with fire under that bed of grey doubt.
Still hot as a lover's passion when it parts the storm clouds to shine.
Yes April I am assured that your sun is much like mine.
So April I do, I see. 
In your light is where I need to be.
This is where I need to focus.
Hopeful now for I know that nothing is hopeless.
It is here and now that I raise my head
from the muck and mire of years past dead.
Here and now clawing mud from the pit of my eyes to see.
April my statement is that Im going to be free.
Like your sun sometimes immaculate in the sky,
Im going to live more for me and be free or die.
I accept the responsibility of success, so I'll try.
And will rest my weary thoughts without inquiring into why?
Why?   Why? Why it all came to be as it did.
I don't know but the best I can do is change how I live.
I wont be selling my cherished ideals,
Im no longer poor.
I wont be pawning off my outbursts
for a cheap pop no more.
Because I need more. More baby, more.
And I know where I need to go.
To kick-start my throbbing heart,
I'm digging back to my roots to grow.
So while your leaves stream upward
and tulips glow from their bulbs,
I'll stand outside myself again, 
fully content to be exposed.
April, I can grow with you now, knowing that I know,
I left myself behind a long time ago.  
But that's o.k.,  somehow i'm thinking WOW! 
I've always dwelled somewhere other than here and now. .
I'm here now though, its crazy,
I sense that I may be fine.
For the love I lost has found me again, 
revealing it's almighty face in mine.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Shorter Days

Shadows of the year begin to fade early upon the forests and lush green fields,
A gloom both pleasant and soothing relaxes all after the glare of summer days,
September hangs in the air bringing to morning and evening a pleasant coolness,
Leaves burning on bonfires smoke rising in the cool air the smell is haunting.

A veil of clouds are drawn away like clipper sails billowing in soaring winds,
Through the sky are trailed the cotton clouds and beautiful gossamer curtains,
The sun comes once more to calmness and excuses himself as the sun is colder,
Beneath this sun children play in this time of change they run about all day.

The shortening day sounds a warning to make haste and enjoy all natures beauty,
There is silence over the fields and the solemn hush inspires thoughtful mood,
Then the sun appears and shares its cooler beams bathing the woods and fields,
Nature smiles at the sun an old friend a long friendship of confiding affection.

Blackberries so thick protected by razor sharp thorns to ward off the uninvited,
While mushrooms spring, by magic white and fresh in spongy rolling green pasture,
The geometric spider hangs its webs on bushes like silver jewels in a shop window.
September is proud to show all it's beauty as the sun sets early we light our fires.

Details | I do not know? | |


Autumn Morning Country
The Morning Sky Aquamarine.
The Morning Sun Canary.
The Morning Clouds Pearls of White.
The Morning Birds Ruby Light.
The Morning Grass Emerald Green.
The Morning Leaves Smoky Quartz and Peridot.
The Morning Tree Trunks Citrine Light.
The Morning Smears of Snow Opal White.
The Morning Wind Constantly Clear.

Autumn Afternoon Country
The Afternoon Sky Aquamarine.
The Afternoon Sun Bright Canary.
The Afternoon Clouds Pearls of White.
The Afternoon Birds Rainbow Bright.
The Afternoon Grass Emerald Green.
The Afternoon Leaves Garnet Free.
The Afternoon Tree Trunks Heightened Citrine.
The Afternoon Snow Vanishes Away.
The Afternoon Wind Warming Sways.

Autumn Night Country
The Night Sky a Limitless Blanket of Onyx.
The Night Stars Scatters of Clear Diamonds.
The Afternoon Sun Concealed.
The Night Moon Revealed, a Ball of White Pearl.
The Night Clouds Smears of Tahitian Pearls.
The Night Owls Hues of Jasper and Carnelian.
The Night Grass Darkest of Emerald Color.
The Night Leaves Twirling Free in Dark Shadows.
The Night Tree Trunks Pilars of Darkest Citrine.
The Night Snow Heaving Falling of Akoyian Pearls.
The Night Wind Cooling Blows.

Details | I do not know? | |

Before the Sun

Before the Sun rises, I feel the cool breezes of night
They wrap around me in clean fashion of frills
Cold and moving in twirling soft balls
They roll down in loose bundles from the dark hills

Before the Sun rises, I hear the sweet melodies of the birds
In the dark I can only sense in their direction
They sing in echoes that ride the breezes of night
The chords loom in flows of perfection

Before the Sun rises, I see the edges of the day 
In the sky behind the horizon they creep
Slowly bringing light to the lands where I stand
Such a moment of luminescent brilliance to keep

Before the Sun rises, I smell the sweetness of the damp grasses
Heavy with dew and little cobwebs dripping wet
The country scent dances around my nose tip-toeing
A moistened comfort I feel and I connect

Before the Sun rises, and shines the day on me and reveals
I can eaves drop on Life and be a part
Life doesn’t run away from me just before the Sun rises
Being there, right there brings peace to my heart

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Ink blue/black clouds
Striated with pink
One hole with sky blue 
Invites one to just come on 
In right here

Crickets singing their songs of the night
Out of tune and out of time
Roosters start up letting me know day is approaching

See the fire ball of sun on the horizon
Shadowed by the trees
The sun is working miracles
Casting its rays onto the clouds

Coloring the clouds with dog tongue pink
One area has sandy beige like the sand on the beach
Inviting come walk on me dig your toes in

The sun rise today is just a tiny amount
Further south than yesterday
Telling me winter is approaching

Some birds come forth with their early morn chirping
The pines stately lift their arms in praise
This greeting makes today my day

Details | Free verse | |

One Single Needle

Here I stand, on a porch of fragrant aspen wood bewildered by the sea of 
sparkling diamonds shimmering in the sun just past the edge of the wood.
	Eyes squinted, for the brilliant sun is lingering high above the earth’s 
atmosphere smiling over the beautiful scenery of George Lake. 
	The large mass of water, not a true sea, but a lake snug fit inside 
high banks of mossy lands.
	White scattered pillows of clouds up above as if looking upon the 
battlefield of a recent children’s pillow fight residing upon a baby blue blanket 
which fills the entire sky making the day bright and beautiful.
	Though eyes wander about the magnificence of this marvelous sight, 
they stop and admire the most over looked piece to the puzzle of scenery which 
lies before me. 
	A spruce tree, not too large in size, nothing spectacular which draws 
attention unlike the others, but just a spruce tree which has graced this cabin 
with its presence growing unnoticed for many year’s. 
	The sunlight beams upon this tree as if it had a purpose, a higher 
significance than its kind. 
	I slowly turn to admire the beauty of each half inch long pine needle 
which covers its branches. 
	I reach out and lightly brush one with my finger, causing it to fall into 
the palm of my hand with a light feeling weighing as much as a single strand of 
	This single needle is even textured if one were to look only a bit 
closer. Only one being could be responsible for such astounding detail.
	I knew there were many, but this tree must contain hundreds, 
thousands or even millions of tiny needles! 
	A thought is brewed up, an epiphany; I look about the marvelous lake 
in its sparkling state and see the hundreds of thousands of trees surrounding 
the water as if it were a barrier for no one to get in, or out. 
	This tiny needle I hold in my palm is one of an enormous number 
only God himself could count, for he is the brilliant designer of this overlooked, 
but oh so complex beauty. 
	This one single needle is beautiful, size does not matter. 

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Summer sun burning skin,
Ice cream cones are meltin’ in goo,
Weathermen have no clue,
Sunscreen dries while we stew on sand
No chilling breeze at hand,
Slowly roasting, suntanned we lie,
Baring all neath the sky,
Moaning temps are too high again,
How we need cooling rain,
To relieve the summer’s pain of heat,
Too hot, too hot we bleat
The sand is burning feet, oh dear,
Global warming I fear
When summer sun is here, such sin!

Form: Luc Bat

Details | Sonnet | |

Morning Vision's Sound

When dawn arrives, as the day’s sun ascends
The blackened sky reveals new colors; bright
The passing of the moon, surreal event
A beautiful scene; the sun offers light 

My eyes, they squint now seeing the new sun
As the fire burns on ascent in the east
The sight, the beauty of the horizon
Allows the want in my eyes, a true feast

My heart, it skips joyfully in response
It beats a sounding percussion of dream
As I make my way to become ensconced
As the voice in my soul lets out its scream

A true rejuvenation of spirit
As I am the only one to hear it

Details | Free verse | |

The Night the Sparrow Died

`Twas night I walked this beaten path
Were trees flooding either side
Sycamores, dogwoods, oaks and bushy ferns
All radiant in their springtime flare
She caught my eye with her saddened cry
The willow over there.
   Stepping off the path into the woods
The leaves in dampness on the ground
`Twas morning now as I walked around
To the willow I could see
Sitting alone, off in the distance
Tears on all her leaves.
   I felt the sun as it rose up high 
Warming everything yet not the day
I could smell the scent as it touched the sky
The trees of springtime new
I saw them sparkle; the tears of the willow
As the sun had made its way
The birds flew by and by and by
Flying over the woods and through.
   The willow sat with space around
Her branches full to the earth
There laid a sparrow aside her trunk
It laid in silent sound
`Twas the night I walked this path
`Twas then the willow cried
Her tears fell down upon the earth
The night the sparrow died.

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Hear the rock cry out to the ocean
Watch the ocean cry out to the moon
Sense the moon crying out to the sun 
 Feel the sun as it cries out to the lily~
Manifested beauty cries out from the earth
“Let our reflection be seen and our song be heard throughout the universe
As we manifest our beauty back to Creator”
What say you oh son of man?
Shall you keep silent in the shadows while all of creation manifests its beauty?
Where is the beauty given you?
Have you lost it, or just masked it with falsities?
Futilities that waste untapped potential in your beauty;
Awake oh daughter!  Arise dear son! 
Manifest your beauty and radiate your light given you
Before it is too late and regret sets in for the death of your soul~
Arise dear ones and manifest the beauty given you

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where we still have to 
cover up our little dairy airys

can't open the windows
for in fear of it still may snow

but it did reach ninety eight in may
but soon how it went away

now nights reaching for that extra blanket
as temputures hits the low double digits

waking up to morning dew
butterflies can't and won't even land and chew

clouds of mattered grey
just won't let the sun come out to play

just raindrops tapping on my window
as the fury wind whips and blows

cotton balls fluttering thru the air
hearing aw choo's everywhere

not sure if the sun will ever shine
or if the temputures will get out of their binds

for I know july is right around the corner
and I want to be able to celebrate with other horner's

so june-uary please turn your other cheek
and return our sun for which we seek

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Summer by The Sea

I feel the cool waves roll in.
My feet slowly sink in the sand.
I feel the cool breezes blowin'
As I climb the big hill of sand.

I watch the sun set and calmly fall asleep.
The mists of ocean waves wash over my feet.
The whispers of wind brush my hair.
I deeply breathe the cool salty air.
I awake to the blue sky so fair.

Feel the warmth of sun on my skin,
Summewr dreams to believe in.
A beautiful summer spent by the sea,
that is where I will be.

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That's That!

The Sun is on the horizon approaching this brand new day,
Ripples in the water and they shimmer incredibly bright,
A bird sings in the air and many more are on the same flight!
Rising high the Sun makes its rounds in a very special way.
Puffy white clouds are on the trail until they begin to stray.
Blue skies follow suite running off the darkened night.
Green grassy grounds are visions of a true God given sight.
Branches of trees wave at the Sun as if they want to play.
Rising with the Sun and busy as a bee,
Rise and shine!
It’s amazing just like me!
That’s that and it’s all in line!

That’s that!
And newer days we are all looking at!
© Copyright Ann Rich   2006

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Three did down upon a line,
Three loop once for surprise,
Five more
     then six were Southward bound
Now five onto a glide
Then one last one
    another loop did.

The sun popped out a lushish hue,
A line upon the sea it drew,
Three more decided to fly by
As worlds reflect within each eye,
The sun then lazily lingered,
One did wait for two.

The visions began as two didn't land,
Another day sofend over
As the road beneith over passed,
Four this time were the last,
Homeward bound I seemed to be,
Home again from the sea.

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Rain,Pain,and other things quite INSANE

During September rain
under her spell of downpour
The mind cries inside
It wants nothing more

Flash flooding put out the fire
The rainbow cannot be seen
A child has lost his youth desire

Thunder and lightning in the air
Pelting golf balls of punishing hail
This man is surely drenched
But..he cannot really care

As surely as the Storm exhale
Winds that surge and kneel me to the ground
Again,as always..I have put myself back into jail
The weather is my keeper who has no mercy

For 40 days
Of endless nights
Someone up there
is reminding me in tears
to look forward past the deluge
instead of rewinding back those years

God continues to throw a tantrum and cry
Contemplating his wrath:


His Sun has not shine these last few days
We are cold,soggy,
without the afternoon's rays
I cannot tell
which way Heaven truly is
Or how far distant
that HELL is as well

Staring out from window pane
Continuous wet stream
is not at all to blame
People may not notice
the good Lord still knows my name

This month is nearly over
aound the corner bend
If the Sun comes out 
just one more day
Here to greet me
Before it finally shades away!

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Treasure Hunt

You were here such a long time ago.
I knew you not nor did I have a clue.
I was just a silly giggly little fool.
Days passed by until the Sun set too low.
So I memorized the Stars at night watching them glow.
I’d swear I’d never have believed you much less knew.

Until, I went back into the past and chased the future ahead.
That’s when I saw the trails and the paths lain from before.
Some were laid in gold, others silver, even diamonds and lead.
The Sun struck down on them and they shined even more.
It was obvious by the color of branches in the trees that were dead.
I could taste the honeydew trickling down my lips feeling my heart of hearts.
I chased the birds and plucked a feather of a white dove just for you.
I ran along the Sea shores and the Oceans belched a many a roar.
Salt on my lips and free with the wind I knew I wanted more.
The Moons beams shined down on me so I followed the shore.

I found seashells and rocks of all kinds and saved them all.
I even cleaned them up and gave names to a few too small.
The Stars began twinkling brighter here and there.
I watched them naming a few and one I made mine.
Then I found the Mountains and how tough they fair.
I rock climbed the highest ones and drew myself a line.

I saw the snow fall and watched it melt.
I just can not tell you in words how that felt.
I ran through the fields and the prairies took my breath.
I was alive inside just feeling my best, there was no death.

The rains came pouring down watering the splendor grass.
Thunders and lighting's all came in a great big flash.
I’m alive inside and just feeling great.
Passing through time I can never be late.

On plated trails of past, present and future I am so alive.
It’s a treasure hunt of buried beauties buried deep inside.
And each vibrantly strives simply to thrive.
And each one seeks where you hide.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2006

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Insanity in the Sunlight

As The Sun Goes Down, My Eyes Go Wide,
Day's Exuberant Colors Dwindle And Hide.
New Moon Tonight, Rebirth Is Blissful,
No Stars To Shine From The Clouds Non Dismissal.
Birds Retire, Becoming Dormant In Flight,
Brings Upon A New Distinguished Life.
Cold Air Dancing To The Melodious Wind,
My Own Insanity Is My Only Nocturnal Friend.
Keeping Me Pleasured From Dusk Until Dawn,
Until The Sun Comes Forth, Old Friends Spawn.
As They Arise I Quiver With Constant Fear,
Pondering On Who Will Activate My Tears.
Away To My Throne, I Proceed In Thought,
My Heart, Content With The Morning, Distraught.
Eyes Go Closed, My Brain Stirs With Hope,
Knowing What The Suns Decline Will Provoke.
A Nighttime Of Wonderful Uncharted Trips,
And Goodnight The Final Passing Through My Lips.

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The Sun

The Sun lives in the heavens
cause my God has put it there.
it bursts forth so radiantly
and it doesn't have a care.

It rises in the morning sky
and there it takes a seat.
Nothing can replace its brilliance
or the warmness of its heat.

It's brighter than the finest gold
and its worth cannot be measured.
And by every living creature on earth
the Sun is greatly treasured!

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Then Night Came

The sun did rise;
Its golden pallor brightening the land,
giving heat and light to the pristine earth,
lush vegetation, rich soil, and pure sand,
our planet glowing with life at its birth,
wondrous creatures, some great and some small,
spreading across this expanse that was fair,
uncounted plant life, some short and some tall,
supplied the needs of creatures, ground, and air,
then night came.

The sun did rise; The eye that gazed saw a two-legged man,
staring grateful at this wondrous orb,
its heat and its light he did understand,
felt good on the skin, its warmth to absorb,
the tilling of crops to store for the cold,
with the sun he worked form dawn into night,
the raising of flocks to keep in the fold,
against the coming of the winter fright,
then night came.

The sun did rise;
Plumes of soot and dust rose into the air,
death's foul chemicals had no place to go,
the greedy man fought for more than his share,
to take hold of all riches was his goal, 
putting his brothers neck under his heel,
to rise up to the ultimate power,
no remorse or pity did this one feel,
to sit atop that Babelic tower,
then night came.

The sun did rise;
Decay and stench rose up upon the land,
buildings and structures crumbling into heaps,
a smoldering waste the dying wind fanned,
carrion and rats were filled with their feast,
a hazy dark cloud did cover all things,
the green that was there now turned into brown,
no longer were humans able to sing,
the earth was dying, not making a sound,
then night came.

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How Beautiful is the Sun

The warmth of the sun as it shines upon my face not only makes my face glow, 
but it also helps my gloomy heart to radiate a soft aura.
How intense and powerful this star we call the sun.
As it slowly seeps up over the horizon from the East, it already begins its 
marvelous shimmer. 	The radiant reds, fiery oranges, and even a touch of 
yellow- for good measure. 
Once it is risen from the horizon level it is so majestic, 
How it mirrors over the ocean and along the beach. It continues to rise overhead, 
while we scurry about our day and hectic lives. 
We take its energy and light for granted not even thinking twice about if it were not 
Yes I believe sunrises are so special, but have you seen the brilliance of colors 
in the sky when it is time for the sun to set.
They say if the sun is setting over the water you can hear it hiss.
As for me I would like to think it is true.
Some of the most beautiful sunsets occur over the water with pretty shades of 
pinks, peach, and not to mention those purple colors. The way the colored 
clouds seem to signal the end of another glorious day of light from our intense 
star, the sun.

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The Garden Ceremony

Early evening, 
the sun descended slowly 
capturing the beauty of the surroundings.
Walking on,
the crowd gathered further down
for celebration of the love, the ceremony.
She was radiant,
compared to the flowers about,
she was a rose in a field of lilies and daphodils.
She smiled,
generating her own sunlight,
casting her beauty for the crowd to witness.
He waited.
With a joyful anticipation
He welcomed this beauty with a smile.

They turned,
together, facing each other
and facing the love of new tomorrows.
The sun descended,
but remained in the sky for them
casting new shadows of love on every tomorrow.

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Book of Beauty

I set comfortably on my front porch on my antique wooden swing that has held
so many traveling souls throughout the years.
I ponder the lives that the swing has held in the palm of its hand.
I idolize the florescent sun as it shines unconditional loving rays of light to a
troubled world. I hear the chirping love-birds as they dance through the air 
and the melodic wind chimes singing on neighborhood porches. I realize the 
beauty and the love in their tones. It seems as if it can only be God's artwork.
I feel my niece tugging at my worn purple sweater to come play with her and pull 
her in her little red wagon down to the old apple tree by the creek. I love her more 
than anything, smile adoringly at her, and take her. As we pass houses, I glance 
at the elderly couple, in their straw hats and overalls, planting cherry tomatoes 
across the road,ice tea crackling on their front porch that holds wisdom filled 
friends, skins soaked with sun block, canes at their sides, happy as can be. 
When the day turns to night, I am in awe of a sky filled with sparkling stars and I 
feel so puzzled to think of all that the universe holds: the purple and red and 
blue and yellow galaxies that seem to only be displayed for us in books of beauty 
but too far for us to ever reach or be a part of.
Then, when I travel the Earth, my favorite thing I can do, I pass the snow-capped 
mountains with daffodils at their bases, the turquoise oceans that seem to never 
end, the fields of colored fruit trees, and all the many wonders of our gigantic 
world, and I feel that this could all only be the artwork of God, and although I am 
puzzled, I am so thankful. Yet, why, I wonder, do I feel so all alone when their is 
this canvas full of miracles for me to explore, for all of us to explore? I feel 
endlessly restricted, a speck in this book of beauty. I think I am envious, that if 
there is a God, that this God gets to experience it all, at the same time. I just feel 
so small.

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The Wind of the Grasslands

The wind stampedes across the tundra like a herd of wild horses

Rising and falling at every role of a hill

Sweeping acros the land erasing the slightest trace of a living creature

The animals huddle toether to escape the haunting lashes of the wind

The wind whips into the faces of those left out as though it were the mane of a wild horse

Howling moans come from the small clifts as the wind flys over it's edge

The sky darkens as the wild free wind gallops across the prarie

The sun slowly fades in the fast moving clouds that are tormented by the wind

Drops of rain start to fall like descending angels

More and more angels drop from the heavens

Lightening flashes and thunder cracks

Small animals scurry down their holes as the wind moves faster

Suddenly the sun breaks forth

And the storm is gone more quickly than it came

Like a spooked herd of horses the wind races off to the unknown

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As I sit here once again at my window,
I close my eyes and imagine,
That I’m sitting on a mountaintop,
Watching the sunrise,

And it is still dark at my window,
But I can see those vibrant colors,
Fading into the dark sky,
Making it lighter;

I can feel the stones beneath my body,
And I see the valleys around me,
And I feel the breeze,
Cool and refreshing.

The sunrise fills my mind,
Its colors of gold and pink,
It shines so brightly in my mind’s eye.
It is so beautiful…

I open my eyes, 
And stare out into the dark,
Which is not really dark anymore,
Because it is getting lighter;

And the sun starts to rise,
For real, not just in my mind,
And again those colors fill my eyes,
And fill me with peace.

I look out at the mountains,
And watch the sun peek out behind them,
And I watch the golden and pink sunrise,
Fill the sky once again.

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The Middle of Nowhere

The clouds overhead linger and the wind blows through my hair,
I constantly wonder how can I be amazed in such a place that is in the middle of 

I love the smell of the newly cut grass and I love the sight of the sun rising,
Watching the sun rise in the morning can be hypnotizing.

The golden yellow in the sky shines down on my face,
Taking me to an exotic place filled with life in all it's grace.

I close my eyes and listen out but I don't hear a single sound,
The wind blowing against me makes me feel as if I am 100 feet off the ground.

Soaring through the air like an eagle or a plane, 
Looking down at all the animals and my horses with flowing manes.

I open my eyes to see that I am still a country girl,
A country girl living in a country girl's world.

The end of the day is drawing near and the sun is about to set,
But just because the sun sets doesn't mean the day is over yet.

So I go inside and look out my window and stare at the moon up in the sky, 
The stars shining around the moon sparkles in my eyes.

A light rain starts to fall and began to tap against my window,
I climbed into my bed and became comfortable with my quilt and pillow.

Oh' how I love this place, this wonderful place
The place where my life goes on,
The place in the middle of nowhere the place that I call home.

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Heart Upon the Water

the sun shines 
threw the dark clouds
onto the lake 
making an impression to the world 
a heart it shows 
as the sunlight glows 
from the dark sky onto the ocean’s beach 
this heart is out of reach
it looks nice from the shore
try to catch it, you won’t 
it’s a heart that will never be touched
by a man or by any human hand 
it will never stay 
as the night turns into day 
this is something far out of reach 
a lesson this heart will teach 
chase it if you wish 
this love is a fetish
swim after it if you may
this heart will never stay
as the night turns into day  

This poem was inspired by the sun shinning threw a heart shaped hole in the 
clouds casting a heart upon the water

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Natures Lullaby

The sun rises,
High in the sky,
Telling nature to,
Wake up.

When the wind blows,
The trees sway,
Back and forth,
And sing.

The flowers,
Open up their,
Handlike pedals,
To let in natures workers.

The workers make,
buzzing noises,
To the song,
That nature created.

The wind keeps whistling,
The harmony,
While the trees,
Keep the beat.

The tiger lilies,
Roar to the beat,
While the hummingbird,
Flaps its wings very fast.

As the sun sets,
Everything seems to,
The trees say "goodbye",
As it is the end to natures lullaby.

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a gift , a curse

the sun beams its beautiful warm rays down onto us . ask nearly
anyone, what their favorite weather is , sunny would be the answer.
every plant , animal and human needs the sun ... and enjoys it so.
strange how something so crucial , can also cause cancer .

the wind feels fantastic , on a sunny day . nothing feels better
than a much needed breeze , while catching rays , lying on a beach towel .
cruising the boulevard , hair blowing in the wind . buildings crumbling
over into the streets , homes losing their structure ...a terrifying howl .

enjoying a brisk drive through the countryside . gorgeous , natural
landscaping , outlining the rural roads . rain falling , rainbows, stunning hues,
a soft wind . water feeds the plant life , drenching the soil . the blacktop
becomes slick , tires slide .... horrible crunching , screams ... death ensues .

drink in hand , walking after a quiet rain , taking advantage of the fresh air.
darkness begins to fall over the sky . feelings of being watched , haunt her
imagination . a short cut , through an alley , proves fatal . two men
approach ...demanding money . the brutal attack ... she could not deter.

the most natural thing in the world , some would say . two warm bodies
entwined , kissing , caressing , expressing deep desires , anything to please.
seamingly melting in each others arms , leaves them wanting more . at 
the time , never considering , death from a venereal disease .

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Natures Soldier

Formation of water appearing on his head

Lying lifeless the beads of cold run down to his heart

Beatless it waits for any sign of life

Like a rose, his body insists for the morning sun

His soul left him not 2 hours ago

Cut down short by a dagger in his chest

The lonely water propells into his wound

Cleansing it of remorse and guilt

Too later, he cannot feel the healing power of nature

As dawn breaks and the sun beams into his bones

Drying his darkness and relieving his dead mind 

The day has cleansed this lost being

Mother nature has kissed his body with her tears

Warmth of the sun has eliminated his evil ways

For now he is part of our world....her world

Decomposing for others to feed off

Good or bad everyone needs to pass

Soon time will get you, and when it does

Will the sun heal your wounds

Or will the water cleanse your soul

Or will it be too late......

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what's at stake anyway ??

Global warming ,
political and scientific debate's 
Big buisness being 
the biggest contributers and...
the detractor's of truth....

But...i have another question........
is it possible , at one time ,
the earth and the sun were 
at it's greatest distance apart
hence , the Ice Age........

Do you think it's now possible ,
the earth and sun are now
coming closer to eachother ??

when we consider " time " as we know it ,
universal time isn't exactly the same.....

Who within' our lifetime or...
generation's past , have had the knowledge
or even the patience to track all this anyway ??

Sure hope we did'nt burn information at the STAKE !!

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The day became light as the mist
lifts from the layers of earth
as the sun raises into the baby
blue sky to welcome all that lay
ahead-it smiles to see that true beauty.

The smile shines down upon
the truth of life as a mom would her child
the innocence lay openly
as we stare in "awe"

Soon the day will end
as the sun moves behind the bend
the true beauty becomes quiet
and lay still for the night
to become light!

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As the sun slowly sets
Somewhat resembling a mirage

To some this sight feels as if
They were treated to a pampering massage

Off way in the distance
Only reached by the eye

Deep very deep
Colors paint the sky

Beginning so quickly
Yet seemingly slow
It ends so abruptly
What a supernatural show

A full moon shines
Through the dark cuts light

As the predators roam

Birds take flight

Soon it will be
A whole new day
Over crystal clear waters
The light shining over the bay

Yet this will not last forever
One day the sun will fail to shine
Leaving behind
Doom to mankind

One must realize

Our sunsets are numbered

For one day our sun
Will inevitably fall
Into a never ending slumber
And then death shall call

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Mountains and Cowslips

Wandering with friends through romantic and enchanting scenery the sun shines down on us,
The day is cool and clear each step on spongy mossy ground makes us feel as light as the air,
Finding our way along banks of a winding stream with each turn a fresh scene of loveliness,
This beautiful walk gladdens the eyes and charms the heart as nature is shows us her pictures.

While looking at these beautiful canvases of nature it is very hard to choose which is the best,
And looking at the glowing landscape a friend points towards a display of even more beauty,
In this scene there is nothing to say but just look at what is around us each turn makes us glow,
We feel the happiness of nature unfolding her gifts and you just know she has a winsome smile.

And as we walk further along a summer glade we nestle deeper into the bosom of mother earth,
Mountains and cowslips and the good old daisies join the purple heather laid out like a carpet.
The feeling is that nature is not exhausted yet she has many more treasures waiting to unfold,
As the dancing stream bubbles along and winds round an impending rock a surprise awaits us.

There is a scene so grand and wondrous that makes us silent and we are chained together in awe,
It seems up to this time a handmaid have been leading us through the porch and into the hallway,
Now we have arrived we have entered the chamber itself and stood face to face with our host,
Once more nature has opened her house to all her guests and hung forth her richest draperies.

The scenery before us now makes goose bumps rise on our arms and raises hair on our necks.
The sun shines brightly on the waters and the brown watered stream turns into a river of gold,
The land stretched out before us a radiant green that met the turquoise sky on the far horizon,
The caressing breezes carry delicious smells and scents it's a new spring everything is awake.

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The Rose

A rose reaches to meet the sun shinning down
A worm vacates his home as water enters the ground
The sun goes in the moon comes out
The wind blows to shake the trees about
The rain falls to nurture the grass 
Autumn approaches summers pass
Colours from green now orange and red
The rose once bloomed now is dead
Winter is quiet not much sound
A blanket of white now covers the ground
The rose gone bye winters doom 
Springtime showing its new bloom

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Fall Walk

It was the perfect autumn day
Bright and cool with a breezy wind
That blew the clouds about
On the spur of the moment I get an idea
With my grandsons hands in mine
We walked down the road
There was something joyous about the sights
I discovered peace flowing through me
Indian summer sun colored the world around us
The leaves along the way have turned 
Crimson, yellow, gold and orange
We watched leaves falling through the branches
Dancing throughout the air as they floated to the ground
It was a gorgeous day, sun shining through the trees
As tiny dust particles floated throughout the air
We stopped at the creek and watched
The water as it rippled over the rock
Babbling on to no one in particular
We picked up pine cones and rocks
Their pockets were stuffed full with keepsakes
We ambled along the roadside
We picked dandelions, blowing their seeds 
We gathered wild flowers and collected acorns
Then I slowly walked back home with two tired boys.

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The elegance of a morning dew caressing the environment around me, 
enchanting the essence of my being, activating hopes of a day free of sorrow.

The sun with the heavens rising form the east, bringing in the most spirited of 
colors, invigorating my soul from deep within the body.

Within this rising sun are the sounds of Gods creations awakening with the 
beauty of song, animating life into the world around me.

As the day grows older, the ambiance of the clear baby blue sky above initiates 
ecstasy with a divine spark leaving me free with tranquility in the palm of my hand.

Time brings in the hours of dusk as the sun dips beyond the distant horizon 
escorted buy dazzling colors through a spectrum of purples and reds.

Twilight blooms into absolute darkness consumed with stars shining brilliantly 
as they were diamonds placed amongst the serine cosmos of the universe.

Midnight endows upon me sweet silence within serenity’s presents as I gaze up 
at the magnificence of space granting me time for myself as I pray life to stay as it 
did today. 


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Tree Man

I don’t take a buzz saw up a tree, no never,
I take a hand saw, it’s safer;
and it’s clear, right up to the sighs of the
intense, crafty-blue sky; 
no pressing customers, no G-men, 
no pressured decision making, just me 
and the blue sky

and I’ve got all the gear, the goggles, the harness,
the hard hat, the special skin-sheltering gloves; 
and between the scalded branches and falling 
bird’s-nests, I can see the chicks pass by below, 
on the cement-tickled street; and their high-minded 
heels, and delectable, swaying boughs, say  high-di-high!

shameful!  you whisper;    I know, I know.

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Autumn Pantoum

On this autumn day
In the heart of the city
The sun will have it's say
The leaves look so pretty

In the heart of the city 
Joy fills the air
The leaves look so pretty
It's life without care

Joy fills the air
This day is a dream
It's life without care
We are not what we seem

This day is a dream
Heat from above
We are not what we seem
From the sky comes love

Heat from above 
The sun will have it's say
From the sky comes love
On this autumn day

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Pure Love

In intimacy the sky kissed the sun
and spring became a season
with this conception showered tears
a sprinkle of new life each year

In intimacy the sun kissed the sky
and summer became a season
each year the children play and grow
around the love and warmth they know

In intimacy the sky kissed the sun
and autumn became a season
with words to wise in secret style
burdens of sorrow falls a smile

In intimacy the sun kissed the sky
and winter became a season
Father and sun as men may roam
Mother and daughter sky is home

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Dream On The Beach

Soft wind blows at my skin
warm and fuzzy;
Like my cocoa brown eyes
My hazel skin feels warm against the sun....
Maybe if I could fly I would
Kiss the sky.....and take a piece 
of the warm sun to my heart.
I breathe beauty as I sit 
On the blackest of sand and 
My long black hair blowing to
The sky like black fire
Maybe if I was 
a flaming godess 
I would rule it all;
The sun the sky the moon
In full glory. 
I feel the warm and fuzzy 
Wind against my bronze like skin
I smile to the sky as 
The rushes over the sand
Tickling my feet softly.
Maybe if I was as free as the 
Water at the beach
I would be free as
Blue birds and bees
My love for nature 
Frees my soul as I fly
To a beautiful heaven.....
My dream fades as I come back to 
my bronze colored body
Covered with black sand
Dark as the smooth midnight

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A Garden Like Me

As you tiptoed through a garden like me, not wanting to step on any plants; you 
saw bee's, a humming bird and a million dancing ants.
The lazy daisy's yawned away, while newly grown buds jumped and played.
Tulips were dancing with fireflies, and wilting roses said their goodbye's.
Daffodils sent out their love, wildly and free, you smiled as the sun shone down 
so warmly.
As the sun laid down, the moon rose up in her evening gown.
The stars came up one by one, some darting around and having fun. 
Tomorrow is an other day, the sun will come up and the flowers will play.
So be careful when walking through a garden like me, for there's more to a 
garden then the eyes can see.

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Last Light

How black lies the land in evening,
darkness bleeding into the soil 
as sun ebbs, painting the trees 
with ebon brush, as shadows coil

Day has not left the sky, but is
taking the light to put to bed
Fire burns the western horizon,
as if from a wound the sun bled

Transient clouds are on their way,
to gather themselves in a storm
to feed the land where crops will grow
to prepare fields for wheat and corn

Birds find their nests, cows munch their hay,
lights wink on in windows that glow,
as last bits of black fill in for 
the light, keeping the stars in tow.

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Simply Summer

Shining sun searing, sizzling, my scorched skin.
Summer summons suddenly, stories set sometime ago
Stories shaped so astonishingly, some say shadowy specter
Silently satisfied I sit, savoring seasoned story-tellers
Steadily speaking so sweet.
Soliciting salacious, sarcastic stories
Some stories sassily satirical.
Searing sun, scorching, smoldering our unshielded skin
Summer sings syrupy songs, songs so sweet soundingly
Smooth, symbolic, and surreal.
Summer sun setting silently
Setting silently summer stars... 

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Ocean Moods

I walk the beach early in the morning,
The sand cleansed of footprints
Erased like a chalkboard,
The glassy calm water joins
The rising orange sun
After passing dark hours
Kneading the sand.

The sun fades to yellow
The ocean mood changes as
Waves spew forth
In a clap of thunder
The salt smell rising;
The force of the water controls me:
I fall and taste the salt.

The water creeps up 
Covering the beach
Filling the moats of sand castles;
The afternoon sun goes from yellow to orange,
The waves are ebbing, retreating.

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An answer becomes a question 
without an effort.
The world hisses 
in filaments of joy. 
My hands become 
green branches of a huge tree. 
Terrified sun moves away 
with all its glory. 
I empty myself in a circle of voidness.

It was a sad chapter 
the beginning of violence-
the heat dries up the sweat on brows. 
Standing in the sun I watch, 
how we are dismantling each other. 
The innocence of civility, 
eclipsed by ferocious flesh, loses symphony.

The fatal, brutal, savage times. 
We are running
to reach nowhere.
The tension creeps under the skin.
The impurity of thought
hurts like broken glass.
A barren land forgets
the man & remains loyal to death.


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Season's of our Sun.....

Winter's sun,has reached it's crest
dark befalling,shortened breath
energy spent from seasons left
even the sun needs....a little rest

Time to reorganize all that matters
nature sleeps during frosted weather
cooling the engine of earthly tatters
which provide for all,in hopes we gather

Even in rest,earth continues to work
even if the sun should cast shadows and lurk
from the winters cold,to summers eve
harvest springs forth,which gratefully please

Winter's sun is our lullabye
rest and peace is a natural high
slowing our heels from a mid-summers play
ridding the hectic like our autumn days

Our sun is the generator,of all that lives
give thanks,at winter,for all it gives......

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Flin Flon

I step out from the city
to my home and native land;
where the Canadian shield soars
with the help of God's great hand.

The many trees before our eyes
grow as far as we can see.
The lakes move so gracefully
and the rocks as still as can be.

The thousands of friendly people
wave hello each day;
And nod their heads goodnight
when they walk away.

The northern sun begins to set
at around 10 o'clock at night.
The peaceful evening only starts
when the wildlife move in sight.

We sit upon the backyard deck,
without a neon light;
Counting every sparkling star
and watching bats in flight.

Staying up late on weekends
to climb the tallest of heights.
Bringing out the sleeping bags
to watch the Northern Lights.

Hearing the loons sing their songs
under the midnight skies.
Feeling the morning air again
when the sun begins to rise.

I can't help but feel so blessed
to be able to see lights dawn;
Right in the middle of Canada
in a city called "the Flon".

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Night Meets Day

The moon sinks
Below the evening trees
The sun rises
Above the morning horizon

Stars dot the rims
Of earth's face
Clouds paint the paper
Of sky's canvas

The moonlit night
Plans a new meeting
With the sun of days
As the sky turns dark

As the moonlight
Is splashed with
The sun's light
It turns rose red

Love's crystal light
Dances upon us
As we are in
Our midnight embrace

Along with the
Moon and sun
The stars and clouds
Bring their meeting

And as we kiss
The clouds roll in
The stars dot the clouds
Bringing love's dusk

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Summer Needs

Sunflower petals adorn the front lawn 
As the sun watches from the bluest sky
I, with only thoughts of walking this day
Was blessed to see beauty with wide open eyes 
I wandered the streets of my little town
Hands in my pockets, whistling a tune
Feeling the heat of the sun on my face
Gave smiles a plenty, this warm day in June
Meandering thoughts of many days ahead
The summer’s just begun, many days to go
I whistled my tune as merrily I sauntered
With a smile I greeted everyone I know
Seems like everyone took this walk today
For so many people are out and about
Enjoying the calm and the warmth of the sun
Two of today’s gifts, I can’t live without

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Stunted growth, some seedlings need both sun and rain 
The sun went 
away, never returning again Seedlings into striplings 
grown warped and 
weak Striplings become plants, prospects bleak To bear fruit, to 
spread its own seed Was a forecast none could have 

 Until came a butterfly bold, beautiful, unique It cared 
not that the 
plant was weak It would land on plants upon whom others never settled 
Taking a chance, willing to test their mettle It thought 
that come 
spring the weak plant could bloom Giving nourishment and shelter the 
butterfly assumed
 On came the weak plant to fulfil the butterfly’s trust 
Grow stronger 
 and higher it knew it must For the butterfly was also 
bereft Nothing 
 but the weak plant had it left They stood alone together 
the plant 
 trying to grow The butterfly waited for changes to show
 Time elapsed, spring came and went
 The butterfly grew tired of all the time it had spent 
The butterfly 
 had kissed the plant with pollen and strength The weak 
plant hadn’t 
 bloomed, didn’t grown in length
 The weak plants roots sunk deep in soil too fallow The 
 couldn’t save one with potential so shallow Leave the 
weak plant, the 
 butterfly knew it must Find a strong plant in whom it 
knew it could 
 trust Alone the weak plant knew it would live Deep roots 
in bad ground 
 life would give However weak forever it would remain 
Hopes to grow 
 strong torn forever in twain

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Look For God, In The Little Things

Twas in the tiniest drop of rain, That rested on my window pane, Twas in a flower, a blade of grass, That once again I saw His class. Twas in the tree with leaves so green, His beauty, once again, was seen. In the sky of blue and water's clear, I'm made to know each day,He's near. In dew kissed petals of a single rose, I'm reminded once again, He knows. The stars, moon, and sun so bright, He gave to me for heat and light. The winter's ice though cold it felt, The mid day sun that caused its melt. In snowflakes floating to the ground, Though millions came, I heard no sound. His presence once again was found, while listening to the Crickets sound. Then simple firefly with tail aglow, Within my mind makes me to know. this beauty I see throughout the land, Was not so placed by feeble hand. While looking about at small and large, I'm reminded daily that God's in charge.

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Sun Starved

Sunshine on lips which have starved for a drop
of attention from forces impenetrably hot
Holding the hand of invention's conception
having cracked open the moon late last night
Eating the shell was a task of elation
Belly filled full with a thought born of mirrors
The moon on the inside was frozen, congealed
filled with inedible, silver holed dreams
Buoyancy stretched out it's hand to deliver
frost on the lips born to shake and to shiver
Moon shell reflective and only the image
of sun drops imbedded in all that's alive
Now, on the day after lunar consumption,
the yearning for solar shelled rejuvenation
eclipses all thoughts bent on birth or starvation
to lean toward the sun for new growth.

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Sunshine and Happiness

The days are getting longer as the sun is holding bright
It gives up, not so easily, as it tries to hold back night

The mighty yellow orb is working overtime these days
As winter turns to spring then into summer’s fiery rays

Alive then all the flowers, all the trees, the happy young
As, now, there is a freedom when we’re out there in the sun 

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Disdainful Beauty

Disdainful beauty, goddess of the ice, 
With gaze as piercing as a flint-tipped shard.
Age-old allure still does the Chill entice
To dance with her, and pose as Winter’s guard.

Her staff, which strikes the slipp’ry ground, commands 
The timid Sun to seek his early death
And rules bold Night to sate all her demands;
She bends the iron with her frosty breath.

A sweeping cloak of snow behind her spreads
With ceaseless cold that trails within its wake.
As Winter, in her icy bearing, threads
Within a soul a crave, a pow’rful ache – 

Desire to see the sun shine down once more,
Rememb’ring springtimes that had passed before.

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Morning Eyes

With morning's mouth, so speaks the sneaky sun
With lisping, skipping, shouting orange breath
with new discoveries upon it's tongue

to warmly set the soul at ease to test
the souls it's words engender seek to pause
and wind the dew toward heavens yet to rest

the sun absorbs the rhythm just because
it's task is one of cycle and advise
with speech to gently warm us to it's laws

while having conversations with the skies
reflected in a rainbow or a cloud
or in the silent steam in silver sighs

but now to morning's mouth we hear aloud
the sun to urge the risen toward their lives
who listen to the sun without a sound

and by it fill their pockets warm and wise
with light that others seek with empty ears
but never see in morning, orange eyes.

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It is a glorious sunrise
On this early misty summer morning
The first rays of the sun breaking through
Slowly lighting up the ending night sky
The colors are magnificent and radiant
The sun light starting to kiss my skin
The soft puffy clouds in the blue sky
I close my eyes to absorb my surroundings
The ever slight breeze caressing my body
I inhale slowly, letting the cool air fill my lungs
The silence is almost deafening
I could stay here forever in this perfect moment
I feel relaxed and almost giddy
My emotions running wild with glee
I open my eyes and take in the wondrous view
The sun now rising above the horizon
The birds are awakening, ringing in the new day
The dew on the grass, glistening like diamonds

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Luxury of Living Things

Spring is in my steps.
It's tucked behind my ear in orange blossoms.
It shivers me in sun in morning breezes
and stops to coil seeds in soil spun.
It foils all the last attempts of winter
to ice and freeze the sapling green decree
while slipping songs to birds in rectifying
the quiet of the winter's revelry.
Spring is in my smile.
It's braided in my breath of peppermint
It has me waking irises from frozen ground in sleep
and crushing air perfume into their scent
It matches every moon to slip in silver
It breathes the sun and warms the sullen ground
It wakes to dance the prelude into summer
to the luxury of living things abound...

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The Sweating Sun

My eyes watch the trees grow
as the sun sheds sweat.
The yellow beads of sweat taste sweet on my open mouth.
I am lost in all the sweetness around me.
The sun is sweating so much, it looks like rain.
Perspiration watering the trees
So I can watch them grow next spring.

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In my dreams is where you'll find me

I dreamt of a meadow the night before
The clouds heaved in the sky
All was quiet
The sun shone in my eyes
I could hear every sound that was reverberating around the grove of sycamore 
The leafs blew in the wind and sighed
I lay in the grass, as I look around my surroundings
The grass caressed my face
I am lulled by the sound of the singing brook
The sun is my downy blanket
The rocks remain unmoved in the river
As brook laps over them as the joyful mist
Explodes into the sky
I awake feeling the sensation of the cool rain chilling my lips
Although it was a dream
Nothing could compare to it
Except the feeling of waking up to find you next to me

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A World To Ponder

As I lay, the world around me alive yet hushed, time rests still to let the mind 
catch up with it. A night sky with one sea of clouds and the sun reflecting 
monsters created by accident lays still. While these beautiful monsters, in their 
size, kill the grass they stand on, their beauty takes away breath from all living 
things. Soon the sun will cease to shine on the melancholy above us. The waters 
will recede back into the horizon as the sun wakes up to shine on flowers 
abroad ‘till it is bored of sitting in these flowers and goes off to explore all the 
other wondrous designs once shown in Eden upon soft pedals of gentle, yet 
plagued life.
	Songs of sorrow come from the ones left in the presence of one 
mightier than the sun until the beautiful monster comes again with his deadly 
Watching, wandering, and wondering, the sun asks, “How is this death so 
glorified. Do none wish to grow, or do they confuse north and south?”

The fish calm, the waves roar to the horizon in understanding. As this reality 
becomes my fantasy-I live in this world that men before me have created.

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Breathe the Beach

Brown berry skin all covered in sand
White ribbon hair with pale yellow ends
Salty in smile, a grin to the wind
Children born unto the sea
Plastic pail castles with driftwood for flags
Shells clink and clankle in white paper bags
Noon is a time warp that stretches and drags
the sun 'till it snaps ricochet
Boats flying by us with cursive pun names
Dolphins below them in bubbling games
Cameras snap photos in permanent frames
all in the blink of an eye
Brutal the afternoon people to bake
Some soaking sun sleep, and some wide awake
All with a vigor the sea breath to take
to carry it's purity home.

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When dawn arrives, as the day’s sun ascends
The blackened sky reveals new colors; bright
    The passing of the moon, surreal event
      A beautiful scene; the sun offers light 

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summer dreams

a year each time, we must wait
for warm climate the world creates,
the singing birds and the apple trees
so, full of wonders and covered in leaves
how can one world make such beautiful things?
At summer time the world just sings,
holiday sun and fun, fun times
it's coming soon if you see the signs,
hanging with friends and dips in the pool
a little bit of freshness to keep you cool,
little beach hut and sand and sea
a little world that is perfect for me,
sun tan lotion for the browning skin
how can this beautiful world be full of sin?
Gentle waves lapping at my toes,
like a little secrets no one knows
buzzing bees and butterflies
flapping there wings so they can fly,
waking up in summer is a beautiful dream
with no more cold that can be mean,
and the massive sun that now just shines
we are in the worlds most beautiful design.

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Hot thermal envelopes me ,
pushing me higher 
Shards of light 
splinter over my wings 

Dusty haze 
Earthy smell 

Temperature dropping ,as I climb higher 
Sky darkens 
Pure sweet air 
Pure sweet sunlight 

Wind buffets my body 
I turn in to the light 

Blazing golden light ,
far on the horizon 

Sun setting in blur of dust 
Sky,fresh and clear 

Me,released from earthly ties 
The gentle dying sun 
Its' outstretched hand covering me ,
with soft red and golden light 

Changing me 

Sky darkening, I must descend 
My flight is finishing ,
ending in fading light 

In to the dust ,
leaving my kingdom,my place 

Sadness at end of light 
Darkness falls, I am earth bound 
for a time ...

I wait patiently for dawn ...
dawns fresh glow ,
to warm my cold stiff wings 

Breathe its life in to me 
Pouring its liquid gold  in to me 
Giving me instinct to to climb ,
to that sun 

To fly in such bright  wondrous light 
Light holding me to its breast 

A sparkling golden jewel ,
flashing its fire in to my eyes 
as I leave this dusty earth 
and pursue rarified air and clear light 

In uninterrupted flight 

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Flame & Shadow

If i were a flame
what color would i burn
the sun is white & yellow-bright
could i be the same
a candle lit burns red in silent vigil
would my light embrace this purity
or blue & burn in fury would i be
or toxic green with no shame
like venom in a blaze
the sun is white & yellow-bright
could i be the same
would my fire change 
when i chanced to hear your name
reflect my heart amongst the flames

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Cool water lapping at the edge of white sand, 
holding my hand 

Warmth of sun, 
warmth of hand, 
Warmth of love, 
Warmth of sand 

No one for miles, 
wearing nothing, 
but our smiles 

Footprints in sand, 
none but our own, 
walking along the shore, 
we know what it is all for 

Hand in hand, 
walking on sun bleached sand, 
no words we can say, 
on the beach of eternal play 

For, no words are needed, 
our thoughts,words are as one. 
You and I under golden sun, 
hand in hand 
on sun bleached sand 

Shade of palm, 
you by my side, 
serene and calm, 
the beach stretched far and wide 

Wearing nothing but our smiles, 
we can see for miles, 
paradise perfect, 
crystal clear sea, 
blue and green reflect, 
the love you have for me 

Cool water lapping at edge of white sand 
holding my hand 

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Life's Femininity

The leaves falling green
Couple the wind as they
Tumble by.
Dust rises and fall
With the whistle of the lips of 
Branches in trees 
And stand amazed.

The sun shining bright
Permeates the flight of migrating birds
Their wings flap in perfect  harmony.
They sing the song of a new day.
At the sight of you,
I hold my head to the rhythm 
Of cars passing so to catch a glimpse of you.

Radiant as the sun
You come
Sweeping by;
Rays of light touch your glory,
And the sun comes shining 

As you move to the rhythm 
Of the folding grass
Beneath your feet,
And touch the meadows dew

The leaves fall against 
The rhythm of the trees
As they bow to your 

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Sun's Rise

When cometh the sun upon the mornings dew
The birds will chirp in harmonious pure delight
As it raises and cast shadow then on the earth
We welcome the dawn so to let go of the night

The birds will chirp in harmonious pure delight
Serenading us as we share in a morning’s kiss
We welcome the dawn so to let go of the night 
We recognize it well for its beauty and its bliss

Serenading us as we share in a morning’s kiss
We delight in the sounds that play for us two
We recognize it well for its beauty and its bliss
As we welcome each other as we so often do

We delight in the sounds that play for us two
While we take each other into a tight embrace
As we welcome each other as we so often do
I kiss you tenderly as I stare into your face

While we take each other into a tight embrace
The sun tilts its head, blushing from the view
I kiss you tenderly as I stare into your face
As the sun rises, I shall make love with you

The sun tilts its head, blushing from the view
As it raises and cast shadow then on the earth
As the sun rises, I shall make love with you
When cometh the sun upon the mornings dew

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Amongst Starlit Stars....

As the midnight moon
in darkness cries
tears fall swoon
from shadowed eye's
knowing soon,the sun will rise
no more to hide,no more disguise

The sun shall bare
all truth revealing
no more dispair
or false appealing
natures fare,a natural dealing
most unseeing,most unfeeling

Knocking on an opened door
ecilpsing light will be no more
inner sight will help restore
our hearts adore,our centered core....

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Sunshine (2005)

Waited a whole year the sun to shine
A walk in the park that is all mines
Brightening the world we live in
Giving a glow to my pale skin
Beautiful colours and smiles all around
I love the sun’s reflection on the ground
The flowers dance and butterflies glide
I wish the sun would come everyday like the tide

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Always There

                           Oh, blackened sky
                       As the sun fades away,
                   Is it into obscurity that it falls
         Or is it into a temporary hold of another
        Ready to release it upon the new morn?
                   I can almost see His hand
                As it opens to release the sun
          With the innocence of a child blowing
       Petals from a dandelion, He wants to see
      It float within the beautiful cool morning air.
                     So, I say nay to obscurity,
            Though morning skies may be gray
      And the sun would therefore seem distant
   It remains there for us, placed by loving hands
 That wish to see it work magic and gain wonder.

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I watched in amazement as he perched and preened on my flower, 
his kaleidoscope wings glistening in the sun.

Crouching patiently, admiring the glory and beauty of the moment, 
the sun warmed our very beings and made us one.

Several moments passed while we enjoyed each other's company, 
the beauty of the morning, 
the song in the air...

A soft breeze- airborne, and he started off! 
I jumped to fallow and tripped... on...
...something... wha...?...

I looked up, and he was gone. 
The flower was gone, too. Long dead,- soon after the sun had gone. 
How long, I don't know. No telling. 
No promise of return.

My eyes had been closed. 
It was only a dream...

Tears silently fall to my pillow as I mourn what I never had.

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over the meadows

o'er the meadows
the sun shines brightly
the shine
leaving glints of light
in the nearby stream
with tadpoles swimming
while fishes are dreaming
you can see the green grass
dew from the morning rain
the air a fresh scent of nature
o'er the meadows
their is a flower
that's about to blossom
waiting for
one drop of rain
the sun keeps shining
o'er the meadows
with tadpoles swimming
while fishes are dreaming

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Shared Morning

Upon the crag, where hand was placed
My feet had followed, strong and true
Keep climbing up, to reach the summit
So as to stand atop, take in the view.

To be there before the sun approaches
The darkness, now, slowly subsides
I must move on to reach the apex
To watch the sun then slowly rise

As it greets the morning with a smile
Warming the landscape, lighting the view
Breathless, now, I trudge ever forward 
To stand upon the top, to watch this with you

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The Fall Sun

The sun is magnificent in the western sky tonight
As amber hues are cast upon the southbound road
A beauty of light descends upon this body of land
Stories of a more beautiful sunset can never be told.

I sit here entranced by the brilliance, the brightness,
Allowing myself to take refuge in the haven of light.
Knowing, saying, that there’s nothing more wonderful
Then the passing of day as the sun says goodnight.

I sit in wonder as the sun bows down into slumber.
Just what it will the bright orb bring, tomorrow, for all?
For now, though, I will take pleasure in the knowing
Of the sun’s radiance, it’s beauty, this warm night in Fall.

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The sun was glowing
as the wind went blowing.
Along the river’s path
flowing ever so gently.

Leaves rushed side by side along
the path. 
Limb’s of the tree’s swayed,
and creaked while fresh air breezed
Refreshing all that was on my mind.

When in a hurry I never see it.
Beauty has made her mark in nature.
And nature has made beauty in a glimpse
in this natural scenery.

I will remember to slow down,
now on when I go for walks
along the flowing river path.
While the wind is gently blowing
and the sun is majestically glowing.

For I will take time to savor it all.
For my peace of mind as I walk along.

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Sunrise, Sunset

The sun rises over the mounatins,
Over the valley streams,
Reaching out with golden fingers
To touch the peaceful fields.
It warms the sleeping animals
With a gentle kiss.
Sunbeam fingers stir the river
To make it bubble and laugh.

"Oh Ho!" cries the wind,
As it dances through the grass.
It stirs the heart of Nature
As the sun rises overhead.
"Sing and Dance you pretty flowers!
Laugh out loud you living things!
For life is to short to Worry
And the day is nearly spent!"

The sun sets in the evening,
Shadowing the mountain slopes,
Gently kissing the valleys "Goodnight."
And disappearing over the horizon.

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The sun was strong as it set over the sea,
as the wind blew, from the east, your hair to the west.
And, those words of love were whispered by your eyes
and were felt through your touch,
as the light in my heart danced like a flame.
We stared into the sunset as our dreams floated in our minds.
Our dreams are complete. Our dreams are one.
Now, the sun is down.