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Gone Forever

Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.

Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind's rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.

The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water's surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.

Note - This was my original idea for the poem "The leaf",
but it was revised for a contest. I just wanted to post both 
versions of the poem.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Approaching storm

Skulking between the thinning clumps 
Of tattered sedge
A balding coot despondently calls.
Scratching Blackbirds scutter deeply 
Into a Hawthorn hedge;
Whilst, creeping stealthily,
Gathering darkness onwardly crawls.

The blackened Moorhen washes the clinging
Soot from his feathered form,
Rising above the mirrored pond in awkward 
Gathering clouds mumble softly of an 
Impending storm
Where, silently menacing, inwards marches 
The approaching night.

Listening intently, between murmurs upon
A breeze,
I  check my step and briefly pause,
To catch a low sigh whispered from among
The sullen trees...
A last desperate plead of their lost cause.

For now billowing cumulonimbus sags 
And begs to stall,
As, slowly homeward bound, i gather 
About me to hastily make;
When circling high in rushing element
The ragged Buzzard begins to fall...

Upon Heavens gathered Furies -
That so conspire to thunderously break!

Copyright © john fleming

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Rolling Thunder And A Gentle Rain

The gentle music flows
from every drop of rain,
as it just lightly taps
against my window pane.

The wind begins to whistle
it's own melodious song,
while the wind-chimes
dance and play along.

The soothing sounds cast open
the windows and doors.
I close my eyes and breathe.
The energy surrounds me as my spirit soars.

I hold out my hand and feel the raindrops
as if they were at play.
My breath now quickened with emotion.
I taste the rain on my lips as I embrace the glorious day.

The curtains blow inward
the breeze itself is warm,
my mind is so peaceful
in the calm before the storm.

The sky's voice trembles
from above a darkening cloud,
as the rolling thunder
speaks it's thoughts aloud.

The thunder awakens
the flash of light.
The part of nature
that sends some to flight.

I chose to embrace the power of nature
in the earth and sky.
And bask in the wonder
that fills my eyes.

The rain seems to be letting up
as it puddles on the green grass,
and the once powerful winds
are now calming down at last.

The gray clouds are parting
and a bright rainbow forms,
proving that something beautiful
can come from such dangerous storms.

My eyes close and I breathe
in the scent of the cleansing rain.
The brilliant hues of the rainbow
dance in my mind where I feel no pain.

The sun peaks from behind the clouds
just to say hi.
I feel the warmth against my face
as I view the beauty with a sigh.

Written by: Kelly Deschler & Nature Boy

For Jared Pickett's contest - "Collaboration"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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A Joyless Job

At the window, palms under my chin,
such beauty I see, out the frosted pane,
I was mesmerized, it showed in my grin,
so picture perfect, the snow covered lane.

My daydream was dashed, Mom called from the door,
"time to brave the cold and clear the sidewalk,"
grabbed my winter coat and boots from the floor,
I hate this chore, but knew not to back-talk.

"Don't slip on the ice, watch out for the plow,"
I hear, as orange shovel meets concrete,
shouldn't the county have this done by now?,
this takes all day, with snow piled up in feet.

Why freeze for allowance, I'll never know,
yet, I still find myself shoveling snow.

November 18th, 2014

Sara Kendrick's contest - "Jobs"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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August rains

The steadily falling cold August rains
Continue to pour upon Cheshires lanes;
over flattening fields of soddened wheat,
Soaking the grass, splashing the feet.

Stands the Combine in the shed,
The unripened apples hanging rosy red,
Stands the caped heron all alone;
The glinting eye as cold as stone.

And in amongst the many puddles
We step around like our troubles - 
So lurch ahead with our retreat
Like drunken fools in the street.

And through this months darkly frowns
The cleansing downpours wash the towns;
Scrubs the spire from ingrained time,
Absolves the guilt from the crime.

Copyright © john fleming

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    Falling so hard for you
        beat will not wane
dark blue nights dreary cold
      ran down your street
   to see if you were home
      tapped on your pane
   come feel my soft touch
        dance on bare feet!

Written by : Kelly Deschler    August 19th, 2015

Nette Onclaud's contest - "Visual of a Verso"

(We were asked to categorize our poems as rhyme, but mine is also a personification.)

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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A Little Snowflake

There once was a little snowflake
that was beautiful, cold and white
He was created up high within the clouds
during a storm one winters night

There were millions and millions of other flakes
but, no two that look alike
So, every snowflake received a name
and, his given name was Mike

Now as long as the wind was blowing hard
the more Mike hung around
But, it made him large and heavy
For, now he's heading towards the ground

There was Susan, Steven, Jimmy and Kyle
There was Sally, Kim and bill
They all came down together with Mike
as they landed on a sill

Of a cold and frosty window
on that stormy winters night
They gathered all together 
as they waited for morning light

The sun then rose above the horizon
it's light...lit up every flake
The colors that came from all Mike's friends
a rainbow it did make

The beautiful snow lit morning
left Mike nowhere else to roam
But, he was happy to be there with all his friends
as he made that sill his home

Copyright © Roger Horsch

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Ragnarok: The Storm

With the end of days upon them
Nears the time of final battle
In the halls of high Valhalla
Asgard senses its death rattle

In the forest crows the rooster 
In the sky the sun does darken
In the cave the hound is howling
To these signs the Aesir harken

Heimdall blows the Gjallarhorn
Dark the rainbow bridge is turning
Vivid lightning cleaves Yggdrasil
Then the central tree is burning

Aesir watch in fascination
As volcanoes spew like fountains
See the heavens splitting open
See the oceans climb the mountains

See the continents convulsing
See the forests burn to ashes
As the sons of Mim are playing
In the fatal lightning flashes

As the winds consume the wasteland
From the south Surtr advances
With his minions tearing corpses
Bright his sword and sharp his lances

Aesir then prepare their weapons
Eyes are clear and arms are steady
The Midgard serpent Jörmungandr
Upon the battle plain is ready

With his heavy hammer Mjolnir
Strides the mighty god of thunder
To do battle with the serpent
And to rend the world asunder

June 30, 2014

N.B. This poem is an Epyllion, a brief narrative poem with a romantic or mythological theme. It is written in trochaic tetrameter, like some of the ancient Eddas.

Ragnarök - Final battle and death of the Aesir
Aesir - The Norse gods
Asgard - one of the Nine Worlds and home of the Aesir
Valhalla - a majestic, enormous hall located in Asgard, ruled over by the chief Norse god Odin
Heimdall - A Norse god who blows his horn to signal the beginning of Ragnarök
Gjallarhorn - Heimdall's horn
Midgard- Middle Earth, or the world of humans
Bifröst - the burning rainbow bridge between Midgard and Asgard
Yggdrasil - The sacred Norse central tree that holds the Nine Worlds
Mim - an Asian renowned for his knowledge and wisdom who has been beheaded. Odin carries around Mím's preserved head and it recites secret knowledge and counsel to him.
Surtr- a fire troll with a flaming sword who sets the world on fire.
Jörmungandr- The world serpent or ouroboros that surrounds the earth and grasps his own tail. When he lets go, the world will end. Jörmungandr's arch-enemy is the god Thor.
Thor - The Norse god of thunder
Mjolnir  - Thor's hammer and principal weapon

Copyright © Roy Jerden

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The leaf

Among the long grass of the land and reed,
there is a lonely place where thoughts are freed,
Saint Martin's summer spreads upon the lake
in warm conditions all domains partake.

The blazing, orange skies, on earth reflect
perfection's lingering details connect
a red, still hanging leaf has caught my gaze
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

This leaf, upon the branch, began to wave,
(it's ending, little life I could not save),
and swept away by Autumn's windy rake,
imprinted ripples on the peaceful lake.

The leaf was carried, as my eyes complied,
then drowned inside the lake's blue waves that shied,
the sweeping northern gust, the leaf discerped,
that neath the surface is forever kept.

Written by Kelly Deschler   September 19th, 2014

Revised by Giorgio A. V.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Autumn Oak Tree

The cold north winds that stripped you bare,
Shall bring a white cloak for you to wear.

This is how my Autumn trees look already.

For Rick Paris's
Contest Crystalline

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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End of Summer

End of Summer
Glorious Summer was great fun while it lasted, With sweltering sun, I turned super tan and almost toasted. Now it’s high time to end this heat bummer, ‘Cause I’ve had enough of another sizzling summer.
Almost dehydrated, I have been panting and sweating, And I’m tired of using fans and other forms of air-conditioning. I look forward to naturally cool days and crispy nights, Wearing light jackets, sexy booties, and colorful tights.
Wild wind whipping my hair and stroking my cheeks, I welcome the seasons changing in the upcoming weeks. Leaves exchanging colors of green for hues of oranges and browns, I’m ready to embrace exhilarating awesome Autumn!

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez

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The Morning Mist

The morning's mists
mix with the
woodland's scent
To fill me with such
wondrous happiness;
I see her wet but
gentle hands are
And reaching out to
touch with
The trees, and fills
my heart with
At how her fingers
curl with
To stroke the ragged
faces of the rocks,
Or run her dewy
fingers through the

{Written by Isaiah
Zerbst for the
poetry contest
"Through the Mist"
on the 20th of
August, 2014.}

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst

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Haiku 29 Wind Snow

                                  wind snow – hard, cold, deep

                              creaking trees, sagging power lines

                                    sheets warm next to you

David Meade

Copyright © David Meade

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Secrets in a Storm

Secrets sail on the whirling winds,
along with the dark and driven clouds.
Carried aloft with litter and leaves
are invisible, partly submerged longings:

to hitch a ride on the primal rawness,
to abandon all things set and tethered,
to project oneself toward the unknown,
while thriving through the natural chaos.

Copyright © Carol Mays

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Florida Nature

The sun emerge from its hide, smiling bright and it glide Promising a fine stay, for those who toil by the day Oaks surround the landscape, as ferns add in to the grandeur A heron’s displaying majestic pose, the farmers toil with ardor The placid stream that flow, bearing success into the future A land that God has blessed, with serenity he suture The grassland spreading far and wide, down the country line we trod Wheels turning and a group so old, no place we haven’t rode Of sunshine state I speak to thee, its heritage and splendor bold As we turn a bend in road, of beauty that my eyes behold. We arrive at the marketplace, with stalls lining the street It’s the day of harvest, where a merry crowd will meet The stalls full and brimming, with the fresh produce Homemade things in display, of those the villagers use. Cheese, honey and pastas, that makes our mouth water Pickles, meats and soaps, are also things they cater. At night the moon peeps out, of promised passion sought And a few but lingers, to feel the cool breeze float From the cottages flow the sound of mellow laughter of happy wives and kids, who are well looked after. © (13 Feb '15) Inspired by the Robert Butler paintings, especially “Farmers’ Harvest”.
* Placed 4th in the contest 'Simply Beautiful' by Kelly Deschler on 5 April 2015.

Copyright © poesy relish

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Lightening Dots Dance

Luminescent lights bouncing through the nighttime air; fireflies, in my yard.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser

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winter's cold

winter's cold water stained brown runs swollen away.... solid gray clouds hang

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

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In The Desert

In The Desert

In the desert walks a man with no name
within its barren sands he seeks no fame
Survival is his only wish and only game
all burns, sticks or crawls nothing is tame

The rattlesnakes strike with poison gifts
nothing soothes, quenches or uplifts
A heat that singes as it burns on down
Rarely, if ever relief from a cloudy gown

Yes, O' yes, beauty does still hide here
found only if he can conquer his great fear!

note:  Fear of the danger a desert presents often clouds
 the beauty lying within. A proper emergency plan is a must
 when entering a desert.
Food, water and a compass are just the basic start.. 

Robert J. Lindley, Contest- In The Desert  , 09-14-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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The Cowboy's Life

As the pastel moon rises across the midnight blue a lone wolf’s dark silhouette appears into view his boast is known from Cowboy to prairie dog fore this is the night chill that turns to morning fog the early dawn is thawed by a piping hot cup o’ Joe No time to waste, just a few days brings first snow Such is the Cowboy’s life on the cattle drive

Copyright © Warner Baxter

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A Christmas Snow

Follow me and walk down an avenue of Firs To my Log Cabin you'll view, I'm sure you'll concur Overlooking Loch Ness, look in the fields you'll see A herd of beautiful Reindeer roaming so free But it's when you look around, my world glistens It started by walking to here, footsteps to listen Crunching, crunching, crunching, white virgin snow Where here it's normally dark, now it's all aglow As we turn the corner many colours in radiate Glistening amidst the white kaleidoscopic drape Then to the cabin we view, lanterns of every colour Hanging in joyful sway never outdoing each other As we draw nearer through the arched window I see So beautiful in adorn, a most lovely Christmas Tree Through the door we enter, Sleigh Bells in the Snow It's at this time of year, so many many smiles show .

Copyright © James Fraser

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Welcome to our ‘British’ summer It’s raining again – oh what a bummer Clear blue skies have turned to grey Think it’s time for a foreign holiday! 17th April 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

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                     Icicles on leaves and branches of trees
                         They begin to melt down bit by bit
                  Rays of sunlight appears, as winter cease
                 Freezing air fades, as glow of sun increase

                      Squirrels, rabbits run wild and free
                      Birds of various speed soaring high
                      Their mellifluous tweets, a melody
                      Piebald butterflies dancing merrily

                  Leafless, lifeless trees in healthy living
              Colorful buds of daffodils, magnolias around
        Their natural beauty, a wonder, stately astounding!
       Rain falls, softening the earth as new shoots abounds!

        Frozen grasses before, now stilled with energy light
            Blossoms as well, humbled with new beginning
                     Seeds scattered rises as in springs
           Snows  gone, as sun's refulgence a revering bright

2:19 am

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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the morning dewdrops the sap on the trees the wind blowing pleasingly a stroll I will take a joyous promenade with my umbrella and cane. rain oh rain will show dawn is to enjoy. gloomy not, away I go pouring cats and dogs. glumly aurora dulcetly I sing “Rain Dogs.” ______________________| Penned on August 31, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker

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it’s so cold
where do outdoor animals go
to stay alive
two black crows caw cawing
from a tree top

sun’s out
you’d never know
it’s zero outside
cat wants out
but just one sniff…

zero outside
wind chill 10 below
so says weather man jack
thoughts of getting up
smothered in covers

it’s so cold outside
everything has turned blue
my face      my hands
‘neath a blue comforter

10 below
this vet gone crazy –
“sniper guns down 6
2 dead      4 critical
at the weather bureau

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin

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Lethal Sticks

Catapulting ice falling from my roofs gutters dangerous to all. Don’t walk or stand beneath it; or you may end up impaled!

Copyright © M. L. Kiser