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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Island of Sylt

I smile and feel the wind massage my face
Then close my eyes to smell the fresh sea air
The seagull’s wings catch wind then float with grace
A day on Sylt can wash away all care.

I love to see the changing of your tide
Then feel your mud squeeze gently through each toe
You steal my breath your rippled surface wide
Now baring gifts of sea shells as you go.

When you return your rushing waters swirl 
And take back all your precious jewels too
I watch in wonder as your wavings curl
And I’m in awe just at the sight of you

Now lying on your sand I watch each cloud
They tell me stories changing forms for me
Today the Greek Gods sat there very proud
As if they wanted all the world to see

The sun has bent down low to take a drink
Now thirsty from his journey through the sky 
He dips his head in waters turning pink
Then quickly disappearing shuts his eye 

Oh, isle of Sylt your sandy beaches fair
Invite me to return and taste your shore
The salty waters where I’ll sit and stare
Oh, isle of Sylt I’m knocking at your door 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.22.2014
Contest: Iambic Verse II
Giorgio A.V.
3rd


Details | Choka | |

SCINTILLATING SUNLIGHT

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 ~


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Weighty Problem

The little thrill as the wave’s ripple in
Making the hairs stand up, on the surface of my skin.
The kiss of the sun with its warm breath so light
As it soothes my skin with warmth and delight.
The sand rolls around where my hands touch it soft.
The water rolls back and forth carrying pebbles aloft.
Setting shells down with rolling grains of sand 
Making minute rivers run from the fingers of my hand.
The blue of the sky so pale and so pretty
On the horizon I can see the outline of the city.
Birds bob on by walking in the sand,
Not caring that I’m there lying on their land.
Curiously watching me, little eyes darting here and there
Watching for what, I don’t know or care.
A tiny emerald green beetle scuttles on past 
Taking no notice of me, but from the birds, rushes on fast.
The sun is setting; it’s time to go back
The tide has come in but it needs to get back
The coastguard come out and asks so polite
Please can you move, the tide needs to leave tonight.
You have laid there so long, blocking the way
Can you please go back - so the water can flow away?
The ships need to sail and the trawlers come in
But you are blocking the way as you are not that thin.


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 | I do not know? | |

Water, Water, Everywhere

Water, Water, Everywhere

Water, water everywhere,
In yards, houses and even cars,
Animals scramble to higher ground,

Dark, Angry Clouds hover above,
Thunder belts its fury,
Spilling the depths of its rage
Upon earth's vulnerable bed,

The sun tries fighting back,
But sun is no match for water,
For water's strength wins the battle,
All surrender to its great power.

Toys, rugs, clothes and chairs succumb,
Drapes collapse from their burden,
Enough, enough earth yells out,
But there is no stopping water now.

It gushes, it rushes and races,
Like a valiant soldier it charges,
Mercilessly destroying everything,
What fury, what relentless energy!

Water laughs in the face of its victims,
Bashing, crushing and thrusting,
Leaving nothing in its way,
Water, Water, Everywhere!


Details | Haiku | |

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


Details | Blank verse | |

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

POURING OUT THE CONCERT 
RAMMING THE RODS OF STEEL
DRIVING THE WATER BACK INTO THE HILLS 

HOWEVER, THE RIVER REFUSED TO YEILD
THE WALL BEGAN TO TIP, BUCKLE, AND KEEL
NOT ONCE, TWICE, WATER MARCHED THROUGH
LIKE A FACELESS WARRIORS, DESTROYING THE BARRIER 
THE FORCE OF THE RIVER WOULD NOT BE SUBDUED 

LIKE ALL NATURAL EVENTS, THE WAVES BEGAN TO SUBSIDE 
THE SOLDIERS OF BLUE WITHDREW
UP WENT THE WALL, COMPLETED, IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

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.


 


Details | Haiku | |

haiku 6

clear cool blue water
the sunshine hot on my back
flip flops in the sand 

©donna jones


Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


Details | Epic | |

Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra

           1
Reminiscence

My father told me 
first time 
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
move with the wind it carries,
surely you will go to heaven.”

I remember
he would catch 
fistful of wind
bring near to my face
and wonder,
“Isn’t it godly!”

Magically, opened his hand
but I never felt
what scent he meant.
            
             2
Days of kind rain

“Son, see the misty wind
rushing all over the paddy field
comes every year
to drink the scent of paddy flower.”

Mere as a boy
I could see only
tides of a green plane
touching my little finger
and racing far… too far.
I would ask  
“Where have they gone?”
Smiled my father 
and said
“Did not you listen,
they are going to heaven,
call the goddess then,
‘come goddess dear’
we all are ready with paddy flower.”




Curious was my face,
“Papa, then?”

“Goddess will arrive smiling
her feet will be here
there
everywhere.
Seeing a pot in her hand
all those paddy flowers
delighted, will open their mouth more wider
and life will be poured…”

“Where these flowers come from?”

Remained my father smiling
speaking all his mind
looking high at sky
asked me to see there
spoke he again.

“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
on the first day of its shower
kind rain would ask me to come here
with bagful of paddy seeds,
‘let seeds be spread all over,
let its eternal relation with soil
be the fertilizer’
when all said is done
waiting rain 
starts showering its kind
make visible hiding life in the abyss of seed.
Happy wind changes color
being green all around
waits for the day
when the wind would smell the scent of paddy flower.”

Days passed by,
kind rain was still in waiting
sometimes hidden beyond horizon
or simply making sun blind with its smoky face
and whenever wind said,
‘Dry I’m now’
quenched the thirst.

Someday wind played naughty with sun
asked kind rain to make it misty
and with brushes of sun rays 
painted a rainbow on the face of east sky.


Wait was over
green field blossomed with flowers
and wind said,
“Fill in my heart
with scent of flower
I shall bring life…”

Happy was my father’s voice
“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
said so
green wind brining life 
did so
scent of paddy flower
is made so.
Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
kind rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”
           
             3
Cruel entropy

How old was I then
nine or ten
my father looked up
up to the sky
again and again
for a month long
only to see 
change of sky’s color
from the color of a summer day to a long humid night.
Dry wind cried at last
over my father’s sweating body
“Rain, rain O kind rain, where have you gone.”

One day sudden
kind rain came again.
Cried to my father
“Why no green wind came this year
from ocean 
to bring me here.
Desert wind why
dry my breath
seeds you have sown
how could I then
enliven with my rain.”

Question 
many question
my father had asked the rain.

Short-lived, hurried rain could spell its last breath,
“I am not that rain 
as was your friend,
I am the curse of dying forest
I am the ghost of all pollution
I am born out of acid weather…”

Who knew, it left for where?

My father cried 
As kind rain left him alone
hiding in a dry wind’s bone.

My father was still
going every morning
asking the soil
in vain
if soil could alone
make the paddy flowers to be born.

Year passed by,
came back the time, 
for green wind to bring kind rain.

Rain came one day.

But why
as a cloudburst
treacherous
roaring always
pouring unwanted
like an unkind monster
flooded misery
in the life of a simple farmer?
           
            4
Relinquishment

Dumb remained my father
for days together
sad was his voice at last,
“Run away, son, run away from here,
sky rain wind
river village land;
thread of this garland
who cuts it
go, stop now there hand.”

Draught and flood,
uncertainty of life 
changed my mind 
as of a farmer’s son.
Books, studies and education
reasons, truth and compassion
might have had fulfilled my father’s mission.

But… 
Does not this civilization
converts us 
as the products to do more production.
Run, run and run 
run ahead of time
let be it, at the cost of inhaling killer tension,
stress taking  over your life.
Insomnia, cholesterol or cynicism
is our success’s companion? 
‘A’ is shaped as ‘B’
and ‘B’ is sold as ‘C’.
Modification
innovation
sophistication
but I found the basic
what it remain
as life’s supreme conviction 
‘simply a fist full of paddy
and its grain’.

             5
Scent of life

So here, I am again
standing in front of this green plane
searching for the shadow of my father.
Green wind surrounds my existence
I can see the dance of those bunches.
My mind whispers to my ear
echoes those words of my father, 
“Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”

I never felt so,
what I smell now 
is the scent of paddy flower.




















Details | Romanticism | |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?


Details | Free verse | |

The River Of Life

They walked together side by side -
the old man and the boy
on the bridge across the river
They could have walked thus 
across the river of life
with its eternal flow
I watched them
and thoughts filled my mind
of the un-bridged gap
between their lives

The old man -
with faltering step
he moves slowly on
His life has  been lived
and his house is in order
as he patiently awaits
the call of his maker
What are his thoughts 
at this moment 
as he moves on?

Are they thoughts of pain and sorrow
over some incident in the past
so difficult to bear
that after all these years
the wound is not yet healed?

Are they of someone he loved as a youth
but lost through folly?
Was she beautiful?
Did her eyes sparkle 
like the sunlight 
on the water below?
He looks at the water
sighing deeply
and nods his head

Or is he thinking of the young one at his side
so innocent
so pure
soon to be plunged into a world 
where life rushes madly on?
How shall he fare?
Who will warn him of the pitfalls?

These thoughts plague the old man's mind
and hurt his noble heart
But then he smiles as he remembers
that in his younger days
his eager spirit wanted to taste and feel
the sting of life's joys and sorrows 
by itself

There is no substitute for experience
for though we know we may be hurt
in love or life
yet we walk on toward the very thing
that may hurt us so


Details | Tanka | |

Beauty in a Splash

Intense beating heart
Erratic yet fun motion
Flailing arms and legs
See the bright side in a fall
Wet and wild in the sunlight


Details | Free verse | |

Drums tell the story

The drums could be heard far away
across the savannah they travelled
spreading, telling the awful news
of the awful deaths and suffering

One village drums talking to another
as much as fifty or so miles away
dreadful news they told the listeners
everywhere lie the dead animals

Of the worst drought in living memory
people dying like flies with thirst
animals stuck in mud trying to reach
the last remaining precious drops

The last few drops of brackenish water
bloated carcass's everywhere you look
hopeless in people's eyes watching
when will the monsoon rains arrive?

The drums beat ever louder and faster
but no help can they bring to sufferers
only water can do that, can rejuvenate
and bring some hope to this parched land

Bring back life, and fresh greenery for all
now the drum tone changes becomes insistent
rain two hundred miles away will it reach?
often it stops, but not this time
 
Soon the rivers burst their banks flooding
in what seems an instance all springs back
that life saving water has rejuvenated all 
bringing fresh hope and life returns abundantly



there are two things that Africa needs to survive rain and sun.
The failure of either causes such suffering to both man and beast
the other danger is floods they can wash whole roads away sometimes
leaving a crater that a bus would not quite fill so then the roads remain 
impassable until the dry season which could be 4-5 months away
Just think you turn a tap and hey presto water. Animals and people
daily have to walk 20-50 miles daily just to drink


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Passionate hours at Palolem Sands GOA

I glimpse the tidal waves, rise high, Sweaty brows drip, a dry. surf boarders and dipper are so many, dolphin rides touts coerce you for just a few penny. red vested lifeguards always on their toes, A breath of relief, the tippling tourists, their number grows. ripples, sounds a melody repeat, artisan, tests his percussion cask to a beat. A robe draped lass, captures her lover, sun, its rays darkens the picture ,above it hover. Reshoots she, from another angle, smiling lover’s flushed face she manages to wrangle. hi-tide shack perched a high, view is great and the breeze zips by. distant travelers they bathe in the sun, Some on the sand , others swelter drip their as they run. Balding head darts, reflects its gleam, the scorching sun and the skin cream. The peddling tribal woman with an orange drape, family cuddling a little one, the sun to escape. young woman, alone she walks, stray young man I think he stalks. tattoo on his arm seem so strong, They are lovers, I know I am wrong. The flower powered oldie, walks with his guitar strung back, A bag in his hand &stuff he puts aside on the beach rack. a hulk walks by, in nickered blacks, To the percussion maker’s shack can see his sandy tracks. bikini clad lady, dart towards a fella, blueness of her robe shades her name tattooed, Isabella. chat they seem to have and away he’s gone, kicks some sand and wades back to her beach chair all alone. Past noon and ebbing are the tides, dippers galore and can see them lying in the watery sides. eagle sweeps and glides a close, chasing birds are but a murder of black crows. tall blond man ducks in the water he ambles, With a bulging tummy ,it rumbles. thatched roof stays the sunlight on me, blue clothed ceiling textures the sky and the sea. dark Indian lass, aglow on her face, heat rays redden her skin ablaze. Hurriedly she moves to the thatched shack. Her lover here rubs lotion on to her back. Cattle herds , see them stroll the sandy water, An English couple walks away from the boat with their daughter. Beneath the beach umbrella a man cleans his shades, The strong breeze its trapped around him under the glades. An hour has gone by and my throat is all dry, Sparkling water I gulp down the bottle with the blink of an eye. Content is my heart for this passionate poem I create, Good or bad , you can choose to debate.


Details | ABC | |

RAIN SHOWERS

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…


Details | Haiku | |

Liquid Diamonds

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


Details | Concrete | |

Sleep In Her Soul

It's easy to become lost in the idea that only things in life change you;
rather than you are always changing in your creation. 
When you look at demons in the haze, marvel at the haze. 
Demons are feeling homesick.

Be true to everything you are and thrive on.
We all have demons, it's up to you on what to do with those demons. 
The most dangerous are the ones unknown. 
She is herself. A beautiful demon; not hidden behind a shadow. 

Her magic is infested in my desire.
She is beautiful for I can unravel her thoughts.
She expresses to me the words intertwined with my ambiguity.
Riddled with love; I sleep in her soul.

She is my butterfly in our cosmic cannibalism.


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AT THE WATER'S EDGE

AT THE WATER'S EDGE As I sit here at the water's edge I let the sand sift through my toes I watch the sun rise in the east Turn the sky a glorious, summer rose. As it rises 'bove the skyline A burgeoning orb now glows A globe of fire then bursts forth As the waves lap gently 'round my toes. By midday it's a blinding ball of fire Pouring searing heat like Hades' pledge The beach's sand absorbs the raging heat But it's serenely cool here at the water's edge. © ELR 2013


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Goats

Goats

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.


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sun beams on water

sun beams on water glows within the rising mist… golden bars wafting Russell Sivey


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In The Desert

        In The Desert -  Desert Inclinations

Warm souls ride camels high to inclinations
Shifting landscapes change and rise
Reach inside the sands, breath sunburn dry
With buzzards on the bone, drawn in winds direction
Beyond the dunes, there are more dunes to find
Bodies have a tougher time out there, turned red, baked
Dehydrated, never enough water at the oasis 
To quench the land and comfort man
Who takes his solace in the sun in endless desolation
The kind you can’t escape from

Earl Schumacker -Created on 9/15/14 for In The Desert – Poetry Contest 


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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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Perfect Peaceful Summers Day

A hot summer sun
and clear unblemished sky
reflected upon the idle tranquil
water surface of a sparkling river
as the glorious day gently and slowly goes  by
Passing tall flourishing sprawling
trees with their rustic burnaged leaves
gently swaying in a caressing breeze.

Elegant swans with their long necks
and heads held high
plumage as white as virgin snow
gracefully glide by
Damsel flies and dragon flies
living jewels adorn their summer clothes
as the heady fragrance of Lilac
wafts beneath ones nose.

Fish with there pouting lips
lazily try
to kiss the sky
while painted lady butterflies
dance a delicate ballet
with the midst of this perfect day.

Within the tall finger reeds
cute and mother duck and ducklings
peck at the water to feed.

A symphony of joyous bird song
delights ones ears
and touches the soul
as the temperature sears.

Upon the bank under a weeping willow tree
lay two lovers wrapped safely in each others arms
fast asleep
on their warm tender hearts their secrets they keep
as they dream in lands faraway
on this perfect peaceful 
Summers day
Making hearts smile.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.



Details | I do not know? | |

You're There, I See You

I close my eyes in darkness
While the world lies down to sleep
As a father and a husband
My family’s mine to keep
Protect them? I am willing
I am always there on guard
But, when I’m not and far away
I trust You are, oh Lord

The rising sun of morning
Has my family’s eyes so wide
As the motor sounds of traffic
Fills the air that floats outside
And the people that are walking
Some are jogging, some just go
Makes me see, what truly is
And all I really need to know

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you

While coming home at evening time
Knowing my family waits for me
I smile real wide as I walk along
So all the world can see
Maybe then they’ll see just what I see
And then take it on their way
With hopes that they will share a smile
And make better someone’s day

Now the sun has set, children tucked
With a kiss I gave to fall asleep
Standing at the door I see my wife
And I feel the love she gave to keep
I thank you Lord for all I have
For always seeing my family through
Because I know I couldn’t do this alone
That’s why I put my faith in You

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you


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Spring Has Sprung

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


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mirage

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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Abraham

“Then the Angel of the LORD called to Abraham a second time out of heaven, and said: “By Myself I have sworn, says the LORD, because you have done this thing, and have not withheld your son, your only son—blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore; and your descendants shall possess the gate of their enemies. In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed, because you have obeyed My voice.”’ 

— Genesis 22:15-18 NKJV


    Little grains of sand
Assembled along the shore
    —Meet sunlit water


Details | Rhyme | |

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



Details | Epic | |

Into The Deep

-Into the deep-

Swimming across the ocean vast
My eyes, close at last
Not enough time to stop 
A swim, above the ocean's top
Loveless into the deep 
Straight
One breath at a time
The sun follows all my effort
A sun kiss on my face
Sands, no sign of land
A wink, the color sun-blind
Salt water, around the heart
I seal the mind
Lost in the waters of death
I found myself tranquilized 
Further and Further 
From any ocean shore 
Stolen moments
Sparkling diamonds
Voicing the seagulls
Visions of quest
Ship horn
The mission is gone
I hit the snooze on my alarm!
In a dream, of wet
Never getting far enough

~SKAT~

~SKAT~


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Statuesque Radiance

It was wonderment.
The mesmerizing expression rolled off her tongue in waves. 
To my puzzlement I was in a state of allurement.
Her vibes were sent to me in soothsaying proportions.

It was almost trickery, but I knew where I was going.
To the festivity that arose in marvelous apprehension.
Thoughts intertwined with her perplexity.
Her magnetism pulled me into an eternal trance.   

We floated into an elation of bewilderment.
Bygone indifference; we are one.  
You are my goddess; ravishing, statuesque radiance. 
Purely beautiful with a beautiful mind, heart and soul to match. 

To my amazement I found her within.
She was snuggled in my organism.
Wrapped up in all of my thoughts. 
She was warm.

I was connected with my wizardry.
She brought out the magic in me.
It was a prophecy. 
To be told; never old. 

We are undead together and full of life. 
We are everything and nothing and everything in between.
And we are an incantation of youth. 
We are; limitless. 

Nonesuch bewitchment nor black art or ill will.
This was love as we hither to the schism of bliss.
Away with all devilry; we are galaxies of heavens in our oddity.
I hold you in my hands like a dragonfly who lets me.

My dragon with fire that doesn't burn me.
My butterfly who can hold my weight.
My sea in the snow; my fire in the haze.
My flowers in the dirt; my green in the concrete. 

Sail through my eyes.
Bring me closer to another zenith.
Give me your endless sensual voodooism.
My muse I adore; forever more.

She has taken me to that statuesque radiance.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Well of Dreams

Black foggy darkness swallowing me whole
enveloping me in madness I can't seem to control
dripping smoothly down my throat it stings
horrible grotesque aftertaste it brings
clamping tighter can't breathe, lungs burst
grasping the lasting soul dream to quench my thirst
plunging head first I tear through asunder 
crashing off these empty walls like sharp lighting and thunder
light breaks, a dawn thrust forth and born again
Ascending I break the surface towards the sky 
a blue and white rhapsody of ribbons floating by
sparkling droplets shimmer in my eyes
i awaken, my dream has ended.


Details | Blank verse | |

Thinking

The sun is shinning and warming the air
I close my eyes and look up to feel the heat
Its amazing how my skin is warming 
I hear the birds singing in the trees
I keep my eyes closed still feeling the heat
I feel a drop of water on my face it can't be 
How can it be my eyes are still closed
I still feel the heat then another drop 
I wipe my cheek and open my eyes to see
the bright sun above the birds singing
and the drops of water on my cheekswell
they were coming from me......


Details | I do not know? | |

bonnie scotland

scotland poem

bonnie scotlands the place to be,
whar awe yae ever may want tae be,
fae glens n lochs and water to
lookin arood scotland whor thars a bonnie view,
whar the lads may wear thar kilts
whar the wumin get thir little thrils
its nae a place fur sun n sand
still wae awe the rain 
scotlands a bonnie land,
wee rabbie burns came fae ayr
an his cottage is still stanin there
just alang the road me fae me
just doon by the bonnie sea,
whar aw the sand and water to,
ayr is a place wae a bonnie view,
in scotland we hae loads o fun
even if we dinae hae nae sun,
whar ya go tae cleer ya heed
wae the fresh air that helps ya indeed,
glesga is a fair big old toon
whar all the fun sterts when the sun goes doon
ya hae twa teams left n right
that get tae europe wae a return flight, 
we dae hae oil anaw 
wish we could buy it and prices dae faw,
so when ya want tae come n see 
vist ayr toon an you may see me,
a wull wear ma kilt n coat n hat
n show ya scotland bonnie land,,


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Overcast

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

(Wait for me)

The sun turned over
Napped in grey blankets
Rain
Sweet with ozone
Fell
Soft patter drank the earth
Our hair
Clothing
Skins
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
Ebbed
The sun threw back his blankets
And peach blossoms
Pink and warm
Whispered

(Peace)


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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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Eight Foot Ocean

Written January 30, 2013


A lame duck calls and asks me for the key
To The Barn on Sycamore
A dog drenched down for everyone to see

Walk a line cut thin by your disease
Frayed then dyed and petrified
A moral conscience longing to believe

The flood gates poured before you learned to breath
Fighting up and falling down
Swim around in circles till you're freed

When smooth libations yield vibrating needs
Sunlight wakes us from our sleep
To get all our affairs in order, so we can repeat


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Goliath

I could smell the cool aqua ocean, its body 
a froth of white foam floating into an orange 
horizon. The sun was soft and warm on the 
endless sand as I jumped in the boat in my 
yellow wet suit and made way to a familiar 
spot to swim. There was still a mask of light 
in the sky so I dove in. After a few minutes in
the water I saw him, a gigantic, mammoth fish. 
He was an ugly, yet fascinating sight. His slimy
skin had brown patches with white stoney 
figures and small black moles surrounding his 
overwelming face. He was probably eleven feet
lomg and weighed close to a thousand pounds.
Gigantic, as he came closer I was scared yet, 
captivated by the sheer size of  this Goliath fish. 
Circling around his massive body swam a tunnel 
of thousands of tiny silver fish. It made him look 
as if he were wearing a large silver coat and hat.
He could have just open his mouth and dispensed 
with them and me too, yet he seemed harmless 
and had no teeth which was a bit more consoling. 
The sun pierced through the water at a perfect 
angle and the light surrounded this 
magical moment.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Seas That Swallow

Time has passed slowly in the blink of an eye,
Because my heart was wiped away, like sand with the tide.
It's tossing and turning in the ocean's cold grip,
Asking, "What did I do for this treacherous dip?"

The fish start to scatter, the sharks start to tear,
Feeling the sharp pain of loss everywhere.
The wounds begin healing, but the salt still stings,
Because of thoughts on some other things.

Back on the shore, before all the strife,
He got to be part of a beautiful life.
His sun would always shine even if it would rain,
Despite perfection lost, he had greatest gain.
The sun gave off a warmth that filled him within,
And he loved her back with all vigor and vim.
But too close to the water the heart did get,
Despite the sun's warnings, he went to feet wet.

Now swept into water, and dragged into deep,
Both the heart and the sun began to tears weep.
It was too dark and cold in the ocean to shine,
So the sun couldn't see the sharks trying to dine.
Rays of truth blocked out, unable to see,
The heart isn't the person some have made it out to be.

Now the heart drifts around, not wanting to be found,
The void within filled with salt water abound.
It stings on the inside, it stings on the out,
Because, to the sun, he was completely devout.

Now once again strong, the heart climbed back to shore,
Knowing that the warmth of the sun was no more.
He walks around the beach, everything gray,
Because now it's only night when she is away.

The beaches he now wanders, avoiding others on the shore,
Knowing their love is no match to the one he shared before.


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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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touching life

Watching the water so still and sound
With only a reflection of who we are now
Watching the clouds in the sky
Rolling fast as they say good by
Touch the flowers there smooth as silk
As the sun shines on them they start to wilt
Is this my life showing me how
Or can it be the world spinning around
If we touch the water we touch the clouds
Turning are life up side down
The sun is hot but it gives us life
Like the clouds when they touch the sky
I’ll just lay here watch and wonder why


Details | Choka | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Rolling On

I sit here at this dock and watch the waves continuously roll by. 
The sun paints the water with its rays of light, 
and soon covers it with an endless blanket of stars. 
While I absorb my surroundings, I am suddenly reminded of life. 
The luminous glow of the sun represents the blessings in our lives. 
It magnificently reflects off the transparent water 
as we often reflect off of each other. 
Then, there is the night sky. 
I view this darkness as the difficult times in our lives. 
All of us have had to survive through hardships at one time or another. 
However, thanks to the people that love us, we make it. 
They are the shimmering glimpses of light; they are the stars. 
Then, there is the rippling water, that is us. 
No matter what life throws at us, may it be good or bad, 
We keep rolling on...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Lazy Day

(A Children's Poem)

I sit on the bank
and dangle my toes
in the cool waters of the stream
I lie back and close my eyes
feel the wind caress my face
and allow myself to dream

While the grass cushions me
I listen to the birds sing
and the water rippling past
I feel the butterfly on my arm
and I think to myself
I only wish this could last

I open my eyes
watch the clouds floating by
hear the buzzing of the bees
and, as I lie there
I whisper a prayer
make this day last, please


Details | Couplet | |

In the desert

In the desert

When sun is at its hottest peak,
And your reflection is turning to sleek,

When sweating is making you drown,
And extreme thirst is pulling you down,

Nothing beyond sand as far as you can see,
Even the camel's courage is bound to flee,

Mummifying wind will set you to tune,
At a glance will transform to sand dune,

When eyes go red and dry in suffrage, 
What still keeps you moving in desert is a mirage!



Written September 16th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest' In the desert' by Nette onclaud


Details | Free verse | |

Last night's dream

Wandering in a desolate desert
The sun above shining so bright
Searching for water in the mirages
To soothe my parched tongue
Walking on the hot sweltering sand
I am ,with my blistered feet 
My skin drenched in my own sweat
My cheeks wet with painful tears
My body lost its last drop of water
Fell unconscious under the merciless sun
To my surprise ,I woke up on a flowery bed
Scented with exotic orchids
My ears hearing the music of a rustling brook
Opening my eyes to a different scenery
My heart got filled with ecstasy
Soothing morning Sun I could see
In a beautiful pink sky
Trees filled with blossoms all around
The water of the brook so clear,
Shimmering in the morning light
I walked up to the brook 
Placed my wounded feet in it
Magically they were healed
Healed also was my restless soul
I felt at last ,I reached my destiny
Then suddenly bells started ringing
A shrieking ringing bell I heard
Startling me out of my bed
It was my Alarm clock 
Wiping sweat from my brow
I remembered last night’s dream
I had experienced heaven and hell
In just one night, for sure

9/20/2012

written for the contest 'in dreams'


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WALKING ALONG THE BEACH

Walking along the beach on a Saturday morning
I can see the sun smiling from the horizon
The weather is cool and the water is calm
I can feel the gentle hands of sea breeze caressing my face
There are so many people doing different activities
Men and women lying in their shorts and bikinis ready for sun bathing
Young boys and girls in the water swimming and having fun
Little kids on the beach building castle of sand
The dogs are running around barking wildly in excitement
Where ever i look i see beautiful people with smile on their pretty faces
Life seems so perfect just walking along the beach on a Saturday morning.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Lost Love And The Seashore

Walkig on the seashore at noon 
Watching the sun that will set soon 
Everything reminds me of you 
Every step i take, everything i do 
Like my thoughts, the sky is cloudy 
Like my feelings, so blue is the sea 
I look at the horizone, so calm and clear 
Remids me of our happy days when we were near
 I look at the waves and i get upset 
'Cause it reminds me of the fight we had
 And tears roll down of my cheek 
I lost you, will i find you if i seek?
 I feel the water beneath my feet 
Reminds me of your cold lips 
Then my foot drowns into the sand 
Like i drowned in you when you first held my hand 
The wind blows and i feel your touch 
My whole body shivers, oh i miss you so much 
I see your smile as i look at the sun
 Embraces me with love, makes me want to to you run 
The sun is finally setting 
And my desperate soul dying 
I rest myself on a rock, so flexible like your body 
Grab some sand and see how they are apart like me 
Still tears rolling down from my cheek into the water 
The time you find that teardrop, you'll be forgotten forever
 Every teardrop into the sea 
Is how much you mean to me 
Finally i see your face as i look at the moon 
And the stars is so shiny like your eyes at noon 
I still sited there, watching your face and eyes 
And i'll wait to see your smile at sunrise 
Yes, i lost you baby 
but you're never far from me 
For you're the sunset, the sea and its waves 
And in my heart you'll forever remain engraved. 


Details | I do not know? | |

At the seaside

 At the seaside after a stuffy

 ride. A landscape view of

 sun sea and sand. Land

 engulfed by water as the

 tide comes in towards us.

 The sun high up yet still

 warming our whole body's,

 right through to our souls.

 A glorious yellow glow, what

 magnificent view amidst a bright

 blue sky. Down by the seashore

 waves tumble and fall, our children

 play with faces aglow. Being brought

 in on the tidal flow.


Details | I do not know? | |

scotland

scotland poem

bonnie scotlands the place to be,
whar awe yae ever may want tae be,
fae glens n lochs and water to
lookin arood scotland whor thars a bonnie view,
whar the lads may wear thar kilts
whar the wumin get thir little thrils
its nae a place fur sun n sand
still wae awe the rain 
scotlands a bonnie land,
wee rabbie burns came fae ayr
an his cottage is still stanin there
just alang the road me fae me
just doon by the bonnie sea,
whar aw the sand and water to,
ayr is a place wae a bonnie view,
in scotland we hae loads o fun
even if we dinae hae nae sun,
whar ya go tae cleer ya heed
wae the fresh air that helps ya indeed,
glesga is a fair big old toon
whar all the fun sterts when the sun goes doon
ya hae twa teams left n right
that get tae europe wae a return flight, 
we dae hae oil anaw 
wish we could buy it and prices dae faw,
so when ya want tae come n see 
vist ayr toon an you may see me,
a wull wear ma kilt n coat n hat
n show ya scotland bonnie land,,


Details | Light Poetry | |

moon star angel

The night is dark,
The sky is full of shining stars,
Everything is gone silent,
The moon glows a gentle glow,

Is it true something is flying over the moon?
Is it true the stars have angles with wings glowing in the dark?
Is it true that the man on the moon is coming out to smile?

I see the shadows in my room,
I see the gentle glows of the trees,
Is it true the shadow is the candy man coming to see if my teeth need to be pulled out?

Is it true that the tooth fairy comes out to replace the candy man's sin?

Does the monster in my closet come out and mess my room up?
Does the floor turn to water and the water baby comes out and cries?
Does the sand man play a tune and then goes back to the moon?

Now the sun is out and the dark has gone so soon,
I wish I could call the man on the moon,
I wish I could go into space and see where all those things go before the sun comes up.







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Rain

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 
Rain...

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

I was not aware


The light sparkles on the water like stars in the sky
It challenges my imagination perhaps I can fly
I see so much beauty yet wonder why
Time marches on and passes right by.

The sky is so blue and the sun so hot
I sit down to rest in a shady spot
I drift off to a place inside of my mind
With so much around I don’t know what I’ll find.

I visit some places that I’ve been before
What I hope to find I’m really not sure
I feel this contentment grow in my heart
This feels like it could be the best place to start.

I jump in the water to try and cool down
I swim to the middle where no one’s around
I seem to find peace just floating away
My troubles vanish with nowhere to stay.

The sun starts to set and it’s time to go home
I seem to find peace outside my comfort zone
I just close my eyes because I’m almost there
I wonder about things that I was not aware.


Details | Rhyme | |

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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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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The Tracker

He goes slowly, a turtle in motion
Goes all day long, never says a word
The desert sand is dry and hot, it tells the tale
They are his problem, finding them is his solution
The bird and the breeze plays his song, nothing else can be heard
A sip of water and he is back on their trail

Follows the tracks made by their feet, he can smell their scent
Their tracks tell the story, he know if they are moving fast or slow
The Sun and time are on his side, their ball and chain
His thoughts are miles ahead, he knows where they went
Back packs filled with drugs are heavy, their tracks will show
No food and water, they are feeling hunger's pain

They are walking in circles, seeing an oasis on the horizon
He takes a sip form his canteen, it won't be long for him to wait
The Sun is hot and high, the buzzards circle over head
He know that they will see tomorrow's dawn
No sense of direction, for them it is to late
He will find their bones, but they will be dead

It is the same old story, over and over again
A fish out of water trying to swim in a desert land
Their tracks tell the tale, and that is all they leave behind
The tracker's job is done, but really he did not win
Greed got in their eyes, dying is all they understand
In the world's largest cemetery, for history to find


Many illegal aliens coming over are from Central America, in the jungles.  They  know
nothing or what it can do.  Some are forced to mule drugs, not giving them any food 
or water on their journey...telling them that Chicago is just over the hill.  Then the 
trackers or buzzards come to pick their bones and salvage the drugs left behind?
of the desert


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No Destination

With my heart in my hand I hit the road
Not all that wiser yet another year old
I don’t always believe all that I’m told
No destination as the journey unfolds.

The sky is so blue and it melts into the sea
The rhythm of the waves sound like music to me
They crash on the rocks and then retreat
The constant battle between where the land and sea meet.

I take off my shoes and feel the warmth of the sand
I drift off to thoughts of a far away land
The people are talking but I can’t understand
A sea gull walks over to the place where I stand.

So much beauty I can’t take it all in
I follow my tracks to see where to begin
I think that it is time to either sink or swim
So I take off my shirt and just jump in.

The water is cold yet I feel so alive
I submerge myself through a wave I dive
I come back up on the other side
The waves provide a pretty good ride.

I get out of the water the sun warms my soul
Often I feel like I swim in a fish bowl
Going in circles but never getting anywhere
I am just try to reach here from there.

The sun goes down and then disappears
I seem to have lost all of my fears
I turn to leave and the ocean seems to wave
It seems like my spirit is what it shall save.


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Sunset

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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Flow of Nature and Reality

Over the horizon I see the sun as bright as always.
I can see the sea were the sun touches it.
The line that divides two worlds you can see clearly.
The suns image of fantasy and beauty relies on imaginations.
The sea water glimmers as the sun skims the light on it.
In the reflection there shows life twinkling just right.
The movement of the sea water flows endlessly.
It brushes against a solid object in the distance.
Large boulders weathered in time were blocking the waves.
Then I realized how unstable our world is compare to nature.


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It's been a long time

     

The sun comes up to bring forth light
I just get stuck in the shadows of night
I think of you often it’s been a long time
Since I held you close and said you were mine.

The time rolls on as it always seems to do
I’m caught in a dream at a beach with you
 I pick up a shell and starfish along the line
I miss your laugh, it’s been a long time.

A heart so big it encompasses the world
I climb into the water as the futures unfurled
A mermaid of sorts below the surface you’ll find
That you’re still in my heart, it’s been a long time. 

A  sea gull flies over it reminds me of you
When times were better and I knew what to do
I look up to the sky in hopes for a sign
The clouds move in  it’s been a long time.

The sun drops and kisses the water it is time to go
The colors streak the sky much like an air show
I pick up the pieces and take what is mine
With a tear in my eyes, it’s been a long time.


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Last Dayz

Wha could i say livin i these last in dayz,
I feel like i seen it all i'm no longer amaze ,
This situations tragic, 
Magic Johnson  must of knew magic,
Cause he ain't got  A.I.D.S
And i know he had it, 
And the cghick that passed it still takes a tablet,
So know i walk lke this is my last day on the planet,
 I write like these are  my last words,
The last of What i draw for the Cameras,
Now you can se mind,
S H I NE S,
The more i write the more bright,
The more you listen,
The closer the closer you getting,
 To words that you say in the wind,
Feel them  like sun rays on you skin,
Yoou mind as well bask in it,
 This might be the last of it,
Cause the sun's done,
The went out with the trash,,
thatsa how it is for living in famine
The sun aint shinning, 
There water fallng out sky,
Oh no thats water in my Eye, 
Im crying, trying to stop they  ^ss from dying, 
Save they ^ss from frying, 
I told em keep putting that work in,
Never stop trying,
Even though somtimes you feel like breaking downand crying,
Just like an orphan thanking G o d they wasnt aborted keep walking


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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 
there.
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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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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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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Human Wreckage (Part 4)

I can’t walk out on this feeling,
The fat lady has just about sung the
Ultimate aria of her own selfish pain and loss.
The duality of my desires schism through my heart
Like a fuzzy scalpel, cutting and tickling at the same time.
I visit the municipal baths site of my hometown,
Find it gone, the pool filled in and grassed–over as if
It had never been; the only reminder a blue concrete
Fountain still intact; no water, just earth and grass,
Filling the basin, moss and lichen clinging there.
I touch the stone; run fingers where as a child
They had been run many long years before.
Contact with the past, bolts in the brain, I am back.
Hot lemon sun beats down on bare skin,
Chlorine fumes stab my eyes, water splashes, crisp
Packets rustle and I see the changing cubicles: cupboards
Of wooden blue slats with batswing doors,
And myself swimming through cold, clean water
Aged eleven and full of life and vitality,
Future mapped as some golden pathway of potential,
As summer goes on and on, feeling like forever.
Above, the rumble of twin engines, a plane draws
A vapour trail, silver cracking the intense blue,
My eyes narrow and tear from glare when looking up;
I see the plane fly away, on and on without crashing,
No engine failure, no loss of life.
And I smile in the chill of the water and 
The scorch of the sun when emerging to lie on
The grass or the sizzling concrete surround.
The skies dim, though, evenly cloud over that afternoon,
People pack up and leave before the first downpour.
Don’t go, I say, stay, it will pass.
They pay no heed, they do not hear me, ghosts are habitually deaf,
And soon I am alone as the first cold drops, big as shillings,
Spatter the ground; with shivers, the past recedes
I am back here; the pool is filled in and grassed over.
Modern rain, dirty, acidic, with trace elements of carbon monoxide,
Mocks my reverie; a junkyard dog cruelly barks laughter
In a distant scrap-yard of ruined machinations.


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PARADISE

Cool water lapping at the edge of white sand, 
You, 
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 
You, 
holding my hand 


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PARADISE

Cool water lapping at the edge of white sand, 
You, 
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 
You, 
holding my hand