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As Swallows Call
The daffodils are dying now,
soft yellow silks wear hues of brown;
in weariness they rest their brow,
against the breeze, in jaded gown.
‘neath cotton clouds and powder blue
the daffodils are dying now;
as fleeting as the morning dew,
their beauty sways by shade of bough,
with trumpets dipped in muted vow
to yield their last remaining glow.
The daffodils are dying now
as blossom reigns o’er winter snow.
And at the final curtain fall,
no encore, just a graceful bow,
as first arriving swallows call
“The daffodils are dying now”
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The Allure of Your Lips
Luscious lips I languish for lured me with a lingering look.
Sultry lips I long to kiss slightly part, exposing your smile.
Magical moment, a tender touch, wanting more than I took,
I quiver in the fading light; lurking lovers stay awhile.
Do not leave me all alone captivated with your sweet kiss.
Luscious lips I languish for lured me with a lingering look.
Your lips entice me when you speak; each falling word brings me bliss,
landing on defenseless heart; they flourish in our endless book.
Our hearts are one as we kiss, nestled at our sinuous brook;
I dream of languid days, laughing eyes, and secrets our lips share.
Luscious lips I languish for lured me with a lingering look.
'Til dawn, I sleep in visions of clandestine candlelight flare.
Waiting for the chance to quench my fervent desire once again,
I call upon angels to whisper in your heart's ev'ry nook.
Fascination from a singular kiss, the poem your touch penned.
Luscious lips I languish for lured me with a lingering look.
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"Black Bird" (spread your wing's)
Spread, your wings and soar on high, stretch forth beyond the particle's in
the sky. Rest on a large branch, look down at the creature's of blacks and
white's. Blackbird ain't its enough to make you cry. Crime soaring high, WHY-
why Blackbird why? No one knows, no-one dare steps forth his best. NOoooo
Black bird they're to busy pointing finger's, they rather listen to the voice of
the confused "stranger". A voice that tells them, take prayers away from school's,
take away their happiness, now the grave yards are full of young one's, some
in jail, to never see success. Soar on Blackbird, fly high and don't dare sit to long.
You see blackbird, the black's doesn't know the song and the whites want's to be
left along.
Spread your wings-my fowls of the air we all must share, as you fly blackbird, as
you are trying to accept the lost and the found, spread your wings Blackbird, we're
not all bad people's. Its just that we're too busy trying to tare each other down.
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Nature Sounds
The wind against the trees make a rustling
A sound unlike any other around
The rubbing of the limbs craft a bustling
It’s a subtle music which brings this sound
Even the lake near land has a ripple
The wind against the trees make a rustling
And the grass nearby swishes and baffles
And the wind seems to give a great panting
The water has another sound, bubbling
Sounds permeate all throughout this calm place
The wind against the trees make a rustling
Mountain sits mighty with sounds on its face
Even the light seems to speak of high marks
The scene enlightens higher than heartstrings
Sound is the number one part that embarks
The wind against the trees make a rustling…
Russell Sivey
Contest: 'SOUNDS'
Sponsor: FRANK H.
5/11/2013
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The Loss of Wisdom
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
It flounces from their grasp, withers
Away in the solar wind it burns
Itself in the remnants of
What once was a beautiful mind,
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
In this instanced reality
Parallel our own treasured find
Whisked away on the breeze it yearns
Awhile for its past then thinks, as
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
These creatures of habit turn to
Only what they knew, will never know
The truth in starlight again nor the
Real beauty of the sun's glow
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
"Nolite umquam oblivisci"
*Took 5th place in the February 2012 International Poetry Soup contest.
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Footsteps From Above
In this father’s mind, there is no other kind
Of noises that so resemble love
As the sounds that come from there, atop of the stairs
The patter of footsteps from above.
They’re scurrying about, the youngest one will shout
His sister just gave him a shove
Then she’ll plead her case, “Dad, he’s in my face”,
The patter of footsteps from above.
I know that one day, those noises will fade,
The patter of footsteps from above,
As the children grow old and their future is told,
And they vacate the nest like a dove.
But one day it’ll be back, from their own kids in fact,
The patter of footsteps from above,
When they come see granddad, and again I’ll be glad,
To hear those sounds I love coming from above.
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The Soft Songs Sung By Bread
I liked the soft songs sung by Bread,
a group whose lyrics filled my head,
for each day from my radio
I’d hear their music sweetly flow.
At night, relaxing on my bed,
I liked the soft songs sung by Bread.
I’d sing along while listening to
songs like “If” and “Make It With You.”
To “Baby I’m a Want You” I
would think of one I loved and sigh.
When by romance my heart was led,
I liked the soft songs sung by Bread.
Who wrote those lovely lyrics sung?
I didn’t care, for I was young
with many years before me spread.
I liked the soft songs sung by Bread!
Inspired by Michael J. Falotico's Contest:
What Songwriter or writers Inspire you????
*David Gates is the songwriter and the originator
of the group called Bread, most famous for its soft
romantic songs of the early 70's. To know more about
him, please click on "About Poem."
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WISHING ON A SHOOTING STAR
Just wishing on a shooting star
Shimmery streak in the night sky
Wistful eyes, clasped palms, mouth ajar
Countless desires piling up high
Mesmerized heart has stopped beating
Just wishing on a shooting star
Timeless moment, am savoring
Fly me away to dreamland far
Realms of real life drift afar
Stack of suppressed dreams form towers
Just wishing on a shooting star
Let there be meteor showers!
One silver strand for each sweet wish
Sprinkling glitter from God's gold jar
Soaking in the heavenly bliss
Just wishing on a shooting star
10/8/2012
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No Rhyme, No Reason
Where is the rhyme; where is the reason
Discrimination takes many forms
Cultural differences enrich us
Why should others conform to our norms
Religion’s often the cause of wars
Each should be free to worship their way
Where is the rhyme; where is the reason
Judge others not by the way they pray
Red, yellow, black, brown colors of skin
All of us have hearts, feelings and souls
Where is the rhyme; where is the reason
When racial barriers hinder goals
Politicians cast public needs aside
Point fingers with charges of treason
Independent thinking is needed
Where is the rhyme; where is the reason
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Angel Dust
God then sprinkles His Angel Dust
On the precious bundle of joy,
A mom's heart sinking, cry, he must
His wails bring cheer, the first born boy!
Innocence peppered with laughter
God then sprinkles His Angel Dust
That their smiles last "ever-after"
Our twinkles know world's goodness just.
Sunshine blossoms, love's silent trust
Dreamy hues spin magic rainbow
God then sprinkles His Angel Dust
On tender sprouts, life's seeds we sow!
A dangling soul in thread-bare skin
Longing for release from Earth's crust
Pardoning the anguished's each sin,
God then sprinkles His Angel Dust.
Yesha Shah
for Gail's Angel Dust
16th Oct 2012
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