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Priorities Viewed by a Dying Man

Death be not proud but humble with strife
Old man flicks ashes, has one last choke
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
 
Many passed before him, cut off like a knife
They fester in his memory with this his final smoke
Death be not proud but humble with strife

In youth there were ladies, his courtships were rife 
But never a vow, no promises he spoke
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
 
He lived wild and free, never seeking a wife 
Much wealth he acquired, never to be broke 
Death be not proud but humble with strife

He failed to see beyond the edge of gold’s knife
Shared nothing, loved no one, found no comforting cloak 
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
 
Tonight he wishes that he should have changed his life
He snuffs his candle, knows he’ll not feel heaven’s stroke
Death be not proud but humble with strife
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life


by Carolyn Devonshire
Written June 5, 2010


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Under the Summer Sky

Please, grant me the vision of thirsty eyes
To drink in the golden summer hour
Poised in splendor, beneath the wind swept skies

Where crows circle low, insistent with cries
Where meadows are ablaze with wildflower
Please, grant me the vision of thirsty eyes

Where brown cattle feed, on the green grass tides
Beneath tall oaks, crowned with ancient power
Poised in splendor, beneath the wind swept skies

The steep hilled slopes, where purple lupine thrive
Scenting warm air with sweet fragrant showers
Poised in splendor, beneath the wind swept skies

The day stretches out with a yawning sigh
I drink in the golden summer hour
Please, grant me the vision of thirsty eyes
Poised in splendor, beneath the wind swept skies


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My Heart Decided Long Ago

My heart decided long ago
   That life is for adventures, and
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

Though people told me what to know,
   I'd weather ev'ry reprimand --
My heart decided long ago.

I fought false rhetoric, and so
   Set out across an unknown land,
Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow --
   I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand --
My heart decided long ago.

I felt the winds of wisdom blow --
   The breath of Life, and Her command --
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow;

And on Life's river now I row,
   My destiny within my hand;
My heart decided long ago
   That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.


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Blooms of Color

A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between
delights the eye and heart and mind with sights which make us sigh,
blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.

The forest's filled by morning light in amber and citrine
reveals the white tail doe who leaps, as blackbirds sound the cry.
A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between.

Upon the mossy shore of playful brook the  frogs careen
leaping past the level pads of water lilies pink near bye.
Blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.

And men exist to fill a niche from onyx to casein
our skins transformed by natures heat under foreign skies.
A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between
Blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.




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A Kiss Goodnight


Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight!
Gentle breezes in my face leave me weak.
Whistling words of love hold me 'til dawn's light...

Summer winds soften starry skies once bright.
I climb rustling trees. Love, windblown, I seek.
Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight!

Love's worth the battle. Through gusts, I shall fight!
Tho' whispering winds bring love soft and meek.
Whistling, words of love hold me 'til dawn's light...

Come forth again! The silence is my plight.
In the wind's absence, tomorrow seems bleak.
Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight! 

Gentle breezes raise romance to new height.
The warm southwinds soothe. Enamoured, I speak.
Whistling words of love, hold me 'til dawn's light...

Stay, my dear friend, you lift me like a kite.
Carry my soul higher than mountain peaks.
Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight...
Whistling words of love, hold me 'til dawn's light!





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The path of Spring

The path of Spring

I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
  Not for any love aside love of my broods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan‘s string.

I’ll be accommodating to each guest’s ring,
  Let their guitar,... their drumbeat but to my herds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.
 
I ‘ll be responsive to all willing to sing,
  If they’ll be ready to implant holy moods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Let’s assume Easter-time is a bird with wing,
  I’ll allow it in, to sip, for my abounds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.

Leave me when it’s even’ of Spring-tide to swing--
  Will enjoy this moment with bests of my dudes.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Not easily forget will the Seed-time ding,
  If truly I will stick to these charts in roads.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.


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Magic of the Night

I sit and breathe the magic of the night
The rustling of the trees as they sway
Black skies dappled with brilliant star light

My inner being becomes calm and right
Allowing my troubles to float away
I sit and breath the magic of the night

On the horizon a half moon shines bright
Reflecting on the water in the bay
Black skies dappled with brilliant star light

Watching as large nocturnal birds take flight
My eyes following as they fly away
I sit and breathe the magic of the night

A single butterfly comes within sight
On a backdrop of velvet it does play
Black skies dappled with brilliant star light

For some the evening is a place of fright
As for me I do not see it that way
I sit and breathe the magic of the night
Black skies dappled with brilliant star light


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Storm Approaches

The light is absorbed within the great wall The darkness fills all that’s here completely The light condenses, becomes the dark call Rain comes crashing in with clouds quite tall There seems to be lots of insanity The light is absorbed within the great wall The wind blows, it whips around on a ball Hopelessness hits a few, fear hits many The light condenses, becomes the dark call It’s so dark, and so slick you sure might fall Sour look is from lack of tranquility The light is absorbed within the great wall Fortress that the storm emits makes you crawl The dark sky makes sure it’s light you can’t see The light condenses, becomes the dark call Storm rages, nothing about this is small Light fades fast within the dark certainly The light is absorbed within the great wall The light condenses, becomes the dark call
Russell Sivey


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Soft Ripples

The soft ripples flow across the small lake The stagnant water reflects the mountains Where the water lies I see for my sake Sure mindful of beauty with give and take The water carries much delight within The soft ripples flow across the small lake There’s not enough flow to leave a shore wake It’s the best graced water that’s ever been Where the water lies I see for my sake Birds fly high looking for a bit of cake Seeing the lake below where it began The soft ripples flow across the small lake There’s just truth in the water nothing fake Water shows its path along the fixed land Where the water lies I see for my sake The land holds the water where it does rake The water reflects just like a large tin The soft ripples flow across the small lake Where the water lies I see for my sake
Russell Sivey


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Drifting Clouds

Drifting Clouds ( Villanelle) When all the clouds have drifted by A beautiful day shall be on it’s way Sunshine always lights the blue sky One can almost hear the flowers sigh After a warm and gentle rainy day When all the clouds have drifted by The beautiful sunset one can’t deny And the romantic moon smiling so gay Sunshine always lights the blue sky Often wonder what it feels to fly Up and up to the stars far away When all the clouds have drifted by Rainbow magic is beautiful to the eye Changing cloud colors, dark, white, gray Sunshine always lights the blue sky Fast endless winds blowing up high Thunder and lightning are at play When all the clouds have drifted by Sunshine always lights the blue sky Erich J.Goller Copyright 11.25.2011


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Mean Time

The nights are long, the weather drear,
An eastern wind blows cold and keen –
This is the mean time of the year.

The clock’s go back and winter’s here. 
Grey skies : the sun is seldom seen,
The nights are long, the weather drear.

Season of misty atmosphere,
Forgotten days that might have been.
This is the mean time of the year

When falling leaves will disappear
To leave a stark skeletal scene.
The nights are long, the weather drear.

The weeping willow sheds a tear
And silver birch looks lank and lean –
This is the mean time of the year.

Long icicles on roofs appear
Like gnashing teeth – a monster, mean.
The nights are long, the weather drear,
This is the mean time of the year.


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MEADOW'S ROBE



When meadow flaunts her robe of green
and covers me in tender lace
her perfumed view lights up onscreen.

From mantle wrapped by pure citrine
a peaceful view my breaths embrace,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.

Cascading dewdrops quite serene,
wheels gently to enshrine my face
her perfumed view lights up onscreen. 

A nightingale takes wing, unseen
to pipe last croons within this space,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.

She glides around like myth's Celine
oh beauty lit by skyline’s grace,
her perfumed view, lights up onscreen!

The newborn dawn will spread its beam
lingering through mild slumber’s pace.
When meadow flaunts her robe of green,
her perfumed air drapes path’s onscreen.


Juli- Michelle's Rhyme Battle: Round 4


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Fog in the City

There are many lights that glow in the fog Shadows diluted within the big lights You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog The city holds cement instead of bog But the lights that are enveloped are bright There are many lights that glow in the fog Penned up in the city yards are some dogs The streets are lit up, looking very white You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog Unlike the country there aren’t any logs But there are curbs to look after in spite There are many lights that glow in the fog The cloud takes in everything like a hog The brilliant fog takes up with tons of height You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog Mist creates wetness leaving all with sog But the effect of fog brings one delight There are many lights that glow in the fog You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog
Russell Sivey Not for the Contest! Contest entry was Initials on a Tree!


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Golden Yellow Trees

The blue sky peeks at me quite far away Through the warm golden yellow autumn trees They look like gold placed against the blue day This lively scene looks beautiful today The path goes straight forward where you see The blue sky peeks at me quite far away The sight is amazing, I truly say I walk the path of trees so I can be They look like gold placed against the blue day The row of trees glow with yellow this day The whole land here grows as if it’s so free The blue sky peeks at me quite far away I go down whistling and thought this way The sky with the trees sure does impress me They look like gold placed against the blue day I know the sight will stay with me I say Golden color of the trees delight me The blue sky peeks at me quite far away They look like gold placed against the blue day
Russell Sivey


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Waiting for Spring

Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern
It's resting under the clear star lit sky
Forever waiting until you return

As dawn hints red I can see with concern
Clouds gather on the Horizon, snow's nigh
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern

The morning sun peeps through, but fails to burn
Thin mist  from fields, so it's left just to lie
Forever waiting until you return

So patiently wait for seasons to turn
The sun's past its zenith, how time doth fly
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern

The young skylark waits for winters adjourn
To pass the time he  sings joy  from up high
Forever waiting until you return

Day's end is here but it's hard to discern
If the ice has melted much, but we try
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern
Forever waiting until you return




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Droplets

Water falling, trickling downward
wet mossy stones shine and glimmer
droplets dancing tumbling onward

Soft tinkles as they head coastward
the sounds echo like a crooner
water falling, trickling downward

A mast standing out, a halyard
of the ships bobbing in fervour
droplets dancing tumbling onward

Streams joining rivers flood backward
the noise  loud as it gets faster
water falling, trickling downward

Thunderous waves heading southward
ships  tossing, sails all a flutter
droplets dancing tumbling onward

Tidal water becomes wayward
waves flowing over the breaker
water falling, trickling downward
droplets dancing tumbling onward

contest: One of Your Best  wriiten06/13/2013


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Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand

Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand
   Lord of your dreams come to haunt your reason
Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land

One mistake too many mounting offhand
   Scars experiences of every person
Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand

If only you could have known before hand
   What destiny marked out as your poison
Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land

You wouldn’t hasten to offer your hand
   Extremes make for a right lethal portion
Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand

No sacrifice should be your last command
   Come bodies: go in sundered unison
Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land

If you interfere with Nature’s grand plan
   Then gladly pay the price of treason
Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand
Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land  

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005-2012. From the collection:
Poems Omega Plus, 2005-2012


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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


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Two Wolves Played

Two wolves played together courting 
gently the male licked and nuzzled
romped together enjoying

Now bonded they were so loving
for eternity they joined
two wolves played together courting

In great fun each other chasing
until they together swirled
romped together enjoying

Like all lovers closely bonding
unlike us they never battled
two wolves played together courting

They raise their cubs with good teaching
the cubs before them grovelled
romped together enjoying

Full cycle their lives swinging
yet still with each other dazzled
two wolves played together courting 
romped together enjoying


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THE CAPTAIN AND HIS COVE'S

Once 
it 
was 
a 
trait 
ever 
feature
on 
this 
entire 
earthly 
nature
And 
it 
eerier 
the 
ultimate 
lisping 
Inside 
man’s 
own 
self 
exhilaration
Wings 
in 
jiffy  
like 
clone 
of 
each 
could 
beetle 
off
When 
there 
were 
no 
crime 
and 
choice
Some 
barely 
singe-
in 
a 
weeny 
voice
At 
times 
long 
had 
em 
but 
grown 
up
Even 
as 
medley 
and 
maffled



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Attired in beauty

  Beauty lies within the seasons trees
In winter's wrath  they stand silently
With outstretched limbs, the wind to seize

Springtime releases them from the deep freeze
As their blossoms sail in the wind freely
Beauty lies within the seasons trees

Summer puts them more at ease
As they wear their gowns of green beautifully
With outstretched limbs,  the wind to seize

A butterfly floating on a summer breeze
As a nightingale sings a lovely melody
Beauty lies within the seasons trees

Autumn attires them with with red and gold leaves
With a tune that echoes with melancholy
With  limbs outstretched, the wind to seize

Their attire changes in varying degrees
As they await each season patiently
Beauty lies within the seasons trees
With outstretched limbs, the wind to seize
                                  ~~
1 -16-2014


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Marshland Dreams

In the night the marsh cricket cries,
Ringing through the starless still
A song of aurora skies.

A pale gray moon, listening, sighs,
No wind rippling the watermill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.

Shearing the dark a lost bird flies,
The melody shivers in the chill
A song of aurora skies. 

Hours before forgotten sunrise,
Ants dare venture from their hill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.

Beneath the marsh water millions of eyes,
Shameless creatures drink in their fill
A song of aurora skies.

There are no fears, there are no lies
They cannot understand this thrill
In the night the marsh cricket cries
A song of aurora skies.


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Land in White

I see a land completely all in white Secluded by the trees and the bushes This place is grand seeming a holy sight It’s not like snow or powder in some night The land is quietly filled with shushes I see a land completely all in white The woods holds the mystery of delight Will the fairy that made this give wishes The place is grand seeming a holy sight There are spots illuminated by light The whiteness is bright and filled with lushes I see a land completely all in white No creature here really wants to fight Glory emphatic is great in thrushes The place is grand seeming a holy sight White seems to sure make everything just right Not a plant carries or surely crushes I see a land completely all in white The place is grand seeming a holy sight
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When The Sea Is Angry

When the sea is angry
 Waves, like knives, penetrate deeply
Secrets are revealed
                                                     
Stingrays uncovered, at risk
 Burrow deep
When the sea is angry 
                                                                            
Shells buried for time unknown
 Surface in brilliant majesty
Secrets are revealed

The coral braces, mortality guaranteed
 Death and destruction inevitable
When the sea is angry

Sand scattered, settles again
 History buried, rears its head
Secrets are revealed

What is exposed, covered again
 Nothing left for man
When the sea is angry

An explosion born of fury
 Brings forth, then takes away again
When the sea is angry
Secrets are revealed


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Auburn Shades

August twilight, dog days
Summer languishes, soon to go 
Auburn shades fade to grey

The pool is so warm that nobody stays
Past ten AM,  lifeguards wait to close
In the August twilight, the dog days. 

Distant images waver in heat’s haze
Cricket’s chirp begins to slow
As auburn shades fade to grey. 

Passive gulls perched by the bay
Would fly if the wind would blow 
In the August twilight, the dog days. 

Mom says it’s too hot to play
Listless pleas, she says no
And auburn shades fade to grey. 

World watching as the last rays
Die slowly, sun drooped low
In August twilight, dog days
Auburn shades fade to grey. 


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From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands.
Comely words of comfort put the comma in the gray;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.

Hesitating white clouds meet the night`s dark commands,
But bring the dawn`s serenity for the a golden bay;
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

Luminous black jack oak stopped the moving sands;
The winding road might have danced on the hills` clay;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands


Recollections` last wave in the glass blowers` light stay,
Smiling from Spring Lake to Thistle Shimmer`s way, 
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands, 

Pine Barrens` silken grasses are kissed by birds of height,
Chateau Inn looks at the grave laurel and blueberry gay, 
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.
In Paradise, rivers flow under Blueberry Month` sight.


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You Planted a Garden

You planted a garden and must make a decision,
As some varieties become very independent,
You are the one that has to control this situation.

The corn grows tall, creating massive division,
Suppressing all others, becoming the one percent.  
You planted a garden and must make a decision.

The squash is crafty by wondering in any direction,  
And steals nutrients from others without consent,
You are the one that has to control this situation.	

The tomatoes spread through rapid disconnection. 
Their vines hold others down through dissent.
You planted a garden and must make a decision.

The potatoes hide to avoid any infection,	
Become the underground within the basement.
You are the one that has to control this situation.	

So remember, you are in charge solely by election,
And every plant is part of those you represent.
You planted a garden and must make a decision,
You are the one that has to control this situation.

By Greg Stanley


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Iron Horse, 1840

These grassy margins under sky of blue,
so peaceful. Then a rumble, sudden blast – 
can you stand your ground as the train roars through?

Here’s Progress. Boston, all across this New
England, folks with tickets for transit massed.
These grassy margins under sky of blue

once buffered cities. Landscape’s subtle hue,
a pleasant walk – gone, outmoded, outclassed.
Who could stand his ground as the train roars through

for Commerce? Stockcars in which ram and ewe
are hurtled toward their slaughter house, too fast
for grassy margin under sky as blue

as berries ripe in August – something true
that you could taste, and savor to the last.
Can you stand your ground as the train roars through

hauling its cargo? Where the wild-rose blew,
now coal-smoke smudges what was, but is past.
Those grassy margins where the sky was blue
couldn’t stand their ground when the train roared through.


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Tomorrow is Another Day

Tomorrow is another day.
But today God has blessed our sky.
With reds and yellow, such greens and gray.

As light reflects off our desert clay
Such beauty can seldom fill an eye,
Yet tomorrow brings another day.

More than this, we could dare not pray!
Above the color we see so high
With purple and pink, with greens and gray.

Heavens sent such a grand bouquet
Goodness of life can we not deny.
Still tomorrow shall be another day.

In tomorrow, will we find our way?
Can clouds hide: will beauty be shy,
With violet and blue, such hues of gray.

Thankful we are for such grand array,
Today His sky just seems to cry.
Yet tomorrow is another day.
With reds and yellow, such greens and gray.


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Walking The Reservoir

Walking the reservoir, parched and dry,
beneath white hot sun in cloudless sky;
through shimmering haze that sears the soul
sucking all life from the water hole.

Vacuum lungs cough words that sigh,
arid prayers breathed to mountain’s high,
emploring the heaven’s to weep and cry
yet grass burns black from moisture stole,
walking the reservoir.

To prayers cast there is no reply,
on scorching thermals vulture’s fly
and crazy-paved cracks will take their toll,
a life-blood drought in this dustbowl,
all good intentions blaze and die
walking the reservoir.