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A Marriage of Seasons
November’s sitting at her loom.
For gown of lace, a wrap she weaves,
And when she meets her dauntless groom,
They’ll dance among the fallen leaves.
For gown of lace, a wrap she weaves.
Her groom shall wear a silver suit.
They’ll dance among the fallen leaves,
Their special song, a lone owl’s hoot.
Her groom shall wear a silver suit.
She’ll don the woven pearl-gray shawl.
Their special song, a lone owl’s hoot,
They’ll waltz at Autumn’s farewell ball.
She’ll don the woven pearl-gray shawl,
And when she meets her dauntless groom,
They’ll waltz at Autumn’s farewell ball.
November’s sitting at her loom.
By Andrea Dietrich
For SandyIvy's Good Enough Poetry Contest
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One to One - I will be there
When your eyes shut close
and the wind tells of your fears…
Please wipe your tears – stretch your hand;
know I will be there.
I will rise to be your guide…
The bright see the sights not seen.
When your teeth fall down
and you chew your food in vain,
should it fall on the ground
know I will be there;
to clean, wipe, and cook once more…
The smart need not chew to flow.
When your tongue grows mute
and your words are bound in it;
have no doubt – your heart I hear.
Know I will be there
to glide your thoughts to the sky…
The wise need no words to teach.
When your mind shuts down
and your thoughts fly with the wind,
Though I feel a surge of nerves
know I will be there.
Hear my plea, I will not cease…
The good will shine through the dark.
When your world gives out
and your will caves in, in death -
please do not doubt me my love;
know I will be there -
my grave will be next to yours.
One to One; we will not part.
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Disturbed Child
That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends,
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor,
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad,
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares
What she doesn't realize is,
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter
If she would only see,
that she is loved
That disturbed child,
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows
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WELCOMING A NEW TUNE
there is something about the cuddle of mist
that washes the pain of love's farewell
like a damp of healing elixir,
so softly touching my navel
to ignite back the glaze
within my marrow;
and breaths sing with playful twilight
about fresh enchantment blessed...
now i greet the flowering of joy
with unopened gifts,
knowing goodbye is a beautiful wound
as one star plays night keeper of reflective hours
humming a new tune, dainty yet unknown,
that in the solace born from ache and joy,
i welcome it all-- the fire, wonder, and sighs.
Kim Morrison's Contest:
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Memories Beyond the Door
Last night I had a vision
I dreamt about my son
He wrapped his arms around me
And said ‘I love you Mom’
But he had died some time ago
So this cannot be true
But he was right in front of me
With tender eyes so blue
He was tall and handsome
With a smile that lit the room
He gave me a ray of sunshine
To chase away the gloom
I awakened from my dream
With tears flowing to the floor
Knowing he came to tell me
‘Mom, weep for me no more’
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Dreams May/13
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The Farewell Performance
His rheumy eyes film over and he brushes away a tear
with the age-spotted back of his hand.
He watches himself as a young man –
handsome, vigorous, full of joie de vivre.
The members of his orchestra now arthritic.
Or ashes long since scattered into oblivion,
like the beautiful soprano in the film.
But for the duration of the archive footage
they are all young again.
The film ends and their philharmonic youth
is silent memory once more.
He struggles to press rewind but his gnarled finger
presses fast-forward by mistake.
He thinks that time has been on fast-forward
and wishes he could find the rewind control for his life.
With a sigh, he presses play and fades away,
watching his immortal youth.
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My Love, I love you but this is my Farewell.
I want to love you,
But how can I, when you... you treat me like this!?
No more! No more! No more!
I loved you once and have for always.
But no more will I love you for who you have become, but for who you
were.
My love, I love you but this is my farewell.
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Stink Thinking
Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
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Stinking Thinking
Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.
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God Bless.
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A Farewell at Dusk
Pink Sahara in the sky;
clouds are dunes of sand.
I am watching shadows play
right into my hand.
Farewell, light of day.
Sky, a painted desert rose
slowly fades away.
Written 9/30/12 by Andrea Dietrich
For nette onclaud's
WONDER OF DUSK IN SEGUIDILLA Poetry Contest
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Bill
R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee
Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.
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