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An Ancient Oak
An oak tree stood beside a narrow stream
All bent and twisted like an agéd man
So gently flowed the stream through ancient roots
While laughing with the innocence of youth
In summertime the children came to play
Within the cooling water of the stream
Or rest beneath the gnarled oak tree's limbs
Spread, father-like, to shade them from the sun
In autumntime, when gusts and breezes blow
The leaves would float like dancers through the air
First here, then there, they softly tripped, until
They lit at last to grace the frozen ground
In wintertime, the sprightly youths would skate
Along the crystal surface of the stream
Above, the windswept branches firmly stood
Like blacksmiths' limbs are hardened from the forge
In springtime burst the oak leaves forth anew
As kingly robes they grace the ancient tree
Inside its keep the squirrels and thrushes chirp
Secure from danger's threat and free from care
Time sped, its unrelenting chimes yet tolled
The youths that loved its shade have passed away
Yet still he laughs and seems to mock at time
He stands as stout and tall as ages past
But time, its current flows at even pace
And now the oak is bent with cruel decay
Though doubled at the back like aging man
He stands there yet, a monument of strength
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My Own Little Mystery
I think it was your eyes, they are to me,
So beautiful, serene, a perfect dream.
Wound up, flustered, lost, amazed and alive.
More so than anyone could imagine to be.
With your skin of copper, that tastes so sweet,
Along you hips, for your sweet ecstasy.
Blinded by my own hidden reveries,
What it is that gets me, I still can't see.
I know you've been hurt, I hear your plea,
Open your heart and give me the key.
I don't know what they say or do or see,
But I promise, they don't get you like me.
See, sometimes your body makes me wonder,
About how perfect you feel against me...
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IN PASSING
I felt the cool of a morning breeze
As it rustled through the poplar leaves.
It may have been urging “come with me”
As it swayed the flowers around my knees.
I tried to discern but could not see
Nor mark its transient destiny,
And if to follow I might have yearned,
But its passing left no void in me.
To exotic affairs I might have turned
Or intrigues of state I might have spurned,
But would I be wiser for all I had learned
Once having departed and then returned?
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Oh Dear Moon
Oh dear moon sitting in your quiet orb,
My brother and companion. How can you
Stay silent amidst the night sky enclosed
By beauty and exquisiteness too far
Too reach? Are you not jealous of the stars
And their stories and fame? Do you sleep at
Day and dream of becoming a diamond
Instead of a rock surrounded by gems?
How can you even breath and simply
Say “I am fine” standing in the shadow—
Forever, of the radiant red sun?
But yet, you still glow each and every
Night, amongst the many Gods and legends
That man has accepted and admired.
Oh my dearest moon, we will leave our mark.
Submitted for Deborah Guzzi’s “Mission Impossible” contest
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Cosmos Configurator
When I gaze far off into the night sky
The chaos is not pleasing to the eye.
Seems there was never an overall plan
When the beginning of time began.
I don’t mean to sound so high and mighty
But the stuff up there’s not very tidy.
Yes, there are luminous constellations
But it needs cosmic configuration.
When figuring out just how to plan it
I started on the jumbled up planets.
It’s not a stretch to say they need sorting
And here are a few things I’m purporting.
First I thought they should be alphabetized
Or at least ordered according to size.
They could be arrayed by number of moons
But I think that’s getting too picayune.
Sure, there is a listing of other things
Like arranging them by their colored rings.
Or by what lie’s hidden beneath the dust
That entirely coats their outer crust.
I settled and placed them by dimension
As said plan will cause the least contention.
Starting with the sun, since that big old orb,
Can’t help but lead; being so self absorbed.
Petite planet Pluto, this time is first
Mercury’s next, then trodden Mars comes third.
After that Venus, followed by our Earth
Which were in that order, now they’re by girth.
Let’s jump up to Neptune, then Uranus
Which happens to rhyme with Ignoramus.
Yes fancy Saturn, you go next in line
Jupiter’s last, since so easy to find.
Let’s continue this celestial tale
By systematizing the scene, broad scale.
We’ll journey further than Venus and Mars
To coordinate the world of stars.
We can array each pulsar by brightness
Which doesn’t interest me the slightest.
Or chart them based on their distances from us
Though why on Earth quibble with all that fuss?
Instead we’ll do what the globe mappers did
And arrange every star on a grid,
We’ll plot a rough draft on large graph paper
Like olden times, by light of a taper.
Now, you can choose a square and stick by it.
Worry free of the old cosmic riot.
Where each and every star is viewed best
Whether gazing to north, south, east or west.
The sky is looking much better by now
And all the skeptics will have to avow.
That once you know how to rework matter
Like here on earth, it’s the size that matters.
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Star Gazing
A bazillion stars twinkle in the night
sky; pinpoints on black velvet, perfect
jewels created by the universe
for us to gaze upon in wonderment.
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Simpler Days
The windows in my mind have panes of green.
Through each, do I admire a different view.
In one I found a most in inspiring scene,
One day as I was casually peering through.
Beyond the grass and Rosa Moyesii,
With fairest skin and blazing copper hair,
She looked inside my pane and into me,
With memories from smiling eyes so rare,
As though what she found there in my gaze,
Reminded her of home, and simpler days.
Michael Lewis
10/04/2012
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Speak to me
Speak to me not in riddles, but with your truth, plain and uncomplicated
for there is no need for riddles when your thoughts are spoken with good intent
and their purpose is for well being and understanding
Speak to me not in angers potency, but after well contemplating its meaning and source
for a conversation held in anger cannot be presented with clarity of thought or deed
leaving possibility of tortured minds, or wounded hearts
Speak to me not with disrespect, but with honor and integrity
for I will not consider your words, or hold them as valid or worthy
unless, they are justified with decency
Speak to me not only with words, but with the language of your heart
for at times, there is no need of words
when one look can speak a paragraph, and one touch can say all that need be said
L.ruby Meyer
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Fresh air
Your eyes sparkle like lapis lazulite
As your hair cascades down your face
Your skin glows like morning sunset
And as i look at you i think are you an Angel tonight?
Your a breath of fresh air in a world of hate
And looking at you i see my soul mate
And i long too hold u close in the darkest night
And as our eyes meet like 2 stars lost in the cold lonely night
As the word i love you carries on the cool morning air
And as i run my fingers through your hair
So let me reassure you i will always be there
I love you now and forever I will be there
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cat proud
A part of what you are to me
Knowing you are free to be
apart from me
and yet
I am no longer free
to be alone from thee
so hold my heart my love my soul
for you are all that keeps me whole
Upon this sea of life and storm
I hold your love to light and warm
my every breath
on every turn with you I yearn to be
to hold you close to feel you blink
your breath upon my face
refreshes me as we embrace
and then I sink to deep contented sleep
a well fed cat
in Summer sun
whose furry dreams
have just begun
paws atingle purrs aloud
whisker flicking joy and proud
as only cats can be
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