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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.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2014

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Newness of Life

In Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
life around us is renewed
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Do entice men with a curtsey
careful least it's a wedding bed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

Now the ladies, a few doxy's
love to spin,  their skirts all spread
Ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Love comes courting in ecstasy
the fashion this year is redheads
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

The ladies are so full of moxie
lead men on but no maidenhead
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Fluttering eyelids so saucy
men their passions this time unfed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

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Dreaming Of Spring

Dreaming Of Spring

Myth is the breath of memory
Fables of spring's awakening
Things are watching we cannot see

Here in the garden’s  treasury
The magic of spring is hastening
Myth is the breath of memory

Colors  to spark a rainbow’s envy 
Every meadow and glade adorning
Things are watching we cannot see

Flowers  dancing in reverie
Bluebirds and butterflies on the wing 
Myth is the breath of memory

Spring is  transforming dormancy
Now as days  are brightening
Things are watching we cannot see

Painting  a picture of harmony
At last a result for all our dreaming
Myth is the breath of memory
Things are watching we cannot see

Suzanne Delaney


Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

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Ah, Spring

Ah, Spring my soul you do delight
and smells of the fresh greenery
with the tranquil sounds of the night.

No more does winter's cold us bite
making folks tug scarfs and scurry
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight.

The silvery moon shines so bright
setting alight the scenery
with the tranquil sounds of night.

Life reaffirms with buds so tight
and chicks with down so feathery
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight.

Flowers a most colourful sight
tumbling down the rockery 
with the tranquil sounds of night.

Lambs frolicking with great delight
as magpies screech with mockery.
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight
with the tranquil sounds of night.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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Sweet Smells Of Spring

Sweet smells of spring rejuvenate the air 
when winter’s cold breath can no longer freeze,
and a friendly sun melts away despair.

Gazing to heaven, in silent prayer,
surrounded by budding flowers and trees,
sweet smells of spring rejuvenate the air. 

Life starts to blossom with color and flare,
aromas riding on a perfumed breeze,
and a friendly sun melts away despair.

Patches of green are sprouting everywhere, 
and as saplings start to unfold their leaves,
sweet smells of spring rejuvenate the air.

Tulips emerge from the cold ground with care, 
gambling this early warmth's not nature’s tease, 
and a friendly sun melts away despair.

A treat for the senses, fragrant and rare, 
just one whiff and your tensions slowly ease,
sweet smells of spring rejuvenate the air
and a friendly sun melts away despair.
			

(A “villanelle” poem.)

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

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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



Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2012

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Song of Green Rebirth

Tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth
new moment of soil floods his open, seeking face
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

He beckons to the willow; wonders at her girth
I carry him close--we grace willow with embrace
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth.

He speaks with the daffodil, sharing her mirth
and sighs, contented in his own cosmic place
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

I watch as he contemplates the wind chime's verse
while his fingers explore clover woven like lace;
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth.

Wholly in love with the world in which he's immersed,
drawing from each aspect of the wild rose's grace,
this way, the child learns a song of green rebirth.

To him, every moment so tastily diverse
and our garden, mystical as far reaches of space
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth--
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

Copyright © Jessamyn Duckwall | Year Posted 2015

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Ode to Spring - Villanelle

Soft shoots spring gently forth from the earth
They look to the sky with their open face
After the cold winter comes springs rebirth

New buds on trees grow for all their worth
Each day they welcome the suns warm embrace
Soft shoots spring gently forth from the earth

The sparrows and robins have all given birth
And nature wakes up at a slow walking pace
After the cold winter comes springs rebirth

The daffodils now open their face full of mirth
And crocuses blossoms all over the place 
Soft shoots spring gently forth from the earth

Natures bright canvas spreads forth its girth
Apple blossoms fragrant blooms now race
After the cold winter comes springs rebirth 

The warmth of the sun providing safe berth
For all creatures of the wood or open space 
Soft shoots spring gently forth from the earth
After the cold winter comes springs rebirth

Copyright © David Wood | Year Posted 2015

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REAL LOVE-Lasting Love

It flows like spring out of a perfect pair,
Quantum and sparkles of joy made it real,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.

Some had suffered heart breaks which is not fair,
For their words were void with no secured seal,
It flows like spring out of a perfect pair.

True love and care,with goodwill is so glare,
Sadness and trails came,made our hope refill,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.

Though fights ensure,but we settle them there,
Right from the start we prepared for this deal,
It flows like spring out of a perfect pair.

Gossips,hatred,we sailed through;cost we bear,
Fire of love burns in our hearts with strong feel,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.

O death!you came but failed,truth is our heir,
Though you have gone,you are in my heart still,
It flows like spring out of a perfect pair,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.


Theme:Lasting Love  ;Date:1-13-2012

Copyright © olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2012

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Villanelle Me A Flower Or Flowers

Some true beauties without the blue
I picked from a small, fragrant garden;
yes, Nature gives very freely, I do too.

One pink orchard, one red dahlia to
give to anyone who is sadder than I;
some true beauties without the blue.

Something found by chance can ensue,
giving it away causes a feeling of joy;
yes, Nature gives very freely, I do too.

The flowers I hold are for pretty Sue,
even carelessness can damage them;
some true beauties without the blue.

Lovely flowers can make dream anew
of the lovely girl with the sweet voice;
some true beauties without the blue.

At the gate where the hyacinths grow,
I've met someone with eyes that glow;
some true beauties without the blue...
yes, Nature gives very freely, I do too.


Written on 6/14/2016
Entered in Broken Wings contest,
" Villanelle Me A Flower Or Flowers "

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016