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The Wind

When it left the Arctic it was as a wild angry wind
that stormed its way across the ice bound Arctic ocean.
Blowing the snow clad icebergs and whipping up the ocean.
As it crossed Alaska and into Canada it had gentled
now it played games with leaves and softly kissed flowers.

Gaily it soared over the Rockies and tugged goats beards 
causing them to shake their heads and stamp their feet.
In Playful mood it swept on hugging the coast awhile
then veering inland, it travels the plains and grows in strength
turning into a raging tornado causing havoc as it passes.

Moving ever southward it basks in now warm sunshine
and skips over the gulf of Mexico filling yachts sails.
Deep down in South America it turns into a wild fury that
uproots trees snapping them in half like matchsticks,
Then onward once more dancing past the Falkland islands.

Its destiny is now in sight and with triumphant roar
it rushes on over the Antarctic ocean and slides up
the icy barrier then screams its way across the tundra
yet slowly it loses its power and as it reaches the incline
this moody wind fades away until with final breath it dies.

written 10/28/2014
contest Best Poem of 2014

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

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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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Gods of Winds


Notus comes creeping furtively from the south
hot and bothered from the blazing summer sun.
The wind of change...concealed it launches sudden storms
as clouds pile up across the sky, dark and towering,
lightning flashes, thunder drawls, torrential rain descends;
rivers swell to bursting point; fields are swamped, crops destroyed. 
Then once again he sneaks away, planning his next move.

His neighbour, Eurus, wants to show he’s no less able.
Bearing his inverted earthen vase he goes along
clumsy in gait and spilling water on dry soil.
His forays from the east tend to be unlucky.

Autumn fades with a sigh on Aura’s gentle wings
as ice-cold winter rushes in impatiently 
from northern frozen lands to take its place 
goaded by the domineering force of Boreas
who moves ahead with strong, intense authority, 
his violent temper uncontrolled. Despite his age
he pushes his galloping stallion to the limit 
riding forth relentlessly, cloak billowing behind,
his white beard curled; shaggy hair spiked and frosted.
Roaring, across the land he speeds with utmost haste, 
a sacred conch shell grasped firmly in steely hand;
tremendous power he exerts and blows aloud
while humans cower in dark caverns, shivering.
They know his moods and fear his devastating wrath. 
In their minds, princess Oreithyia’s forced abduction,
rape, and carnal satisfaction are still fresh.

They yearn for winter’s bitter ally to move on
so that the gentle Zephyr enters from the west 
bringing with him rainbows and showers of spring,
calm serenity, greenery, flowers, shades and hues, 
romantic feelings, fiery passion and intense love.

Ultimately, all four have to heed and appease 
King Aeolus, firm ruler and keeper of the winds.

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*Aura = breeze goddess
*Oreithyia = mountain Nymph
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18th December 2014
Contest: Gods of Winds
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placed: 2nd

Copyright © Paul Callus


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Wind

Wakened, the winged and winsome wind wandered westerly while whistling witchery. It waltzed whimsically within woodlands - whooshing, then whipping willows. Worn, it waned. . . whispering wistfully. For the Wind Poetry Contest of Skat

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich


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Shoreline

The ocean waves come rolling in
There’s not a soul in sight
With heaving breath they break on shore
And burst in brilliant white.

The sound of wind is in the air
The jutting rocks stretch high
Tall redwood trees defiant stand
So tough, and yet they sigh. 

----------------------------------------
Theme: No 2 ~ Shoreline
Form: ‘common meter stanza’
Author: Paul Callus ~1st April 2015
Contest: Let Me Feel Your Lines
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed 1st
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Poem of the Day ~ 2nd April, 2015.

Copyright © Paul Callus

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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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The Wind

~~The Wind~~
            
           ---
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind
           ---

Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning  ocean view
Embracing every word 

Hear the wind whispers your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there

I Share--I take
I LOVE--I HATE
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice from my beating heart
It yearns
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech. 
Of love, 
Of purity
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse the cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles 
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light 
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night

Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine

by: PD
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A


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Where the Wind Blows

I followed one day a spring breeze at play. It seemed not to know where to go. And aimlessly, I - like a butterfly - meandered with it to and fro. Among bright blue bells, it tired a spell. Recovering, it picked up speed. Alongside a rill, I ran with a thrill just to know where the breeze might lead. My heart filled with song as I danced along, careening through meadows of green. And then the breeze dove into a large grove, the loveliest I’d ever seen. No longer a breeze, it whipped around trees. It whistled while beckoning me, and as it passed through where tall redwoods grew, I was following, wild and free. In that beautiful place, it changed its pace and got stronger, for the breeze goes where sturdy trees thrive. I felt so alive! I have been to where the wind blows.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich


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WAVE INTO YOU - A Collaborative Write with JW

I was the one with the color-blue eyes, 
you were the wind on the sea. 
Of all the oceans tossed by your kiss 
why did it have to be me? 

                                                Pardon this wind for causing the wave. 
                                                One as free-spirited as I 
                                                was myself surprised, your gravity called, 
                                                your lips I could not deny. 

A soaring breeze calms not a sea 
and I would be remiss, 
to think my journey to your heart 
began with but a kiss. 

                                                Why would you wonder, oh King of the deep 
                                                did you not feel the spark, the magic? 
                                                You wound my heart, with thoughts that start 
                                                to doubt my intent, it’s tragic. 

Indeed I felt it, burning deep, 
your spark inflamed desire. 
Enraptured now, I long for more, 
my heart a raging fire. 

                                                 Arise, my King, from current doubt 
                                                 and begin to breathe anew. 
                                                 Haven't I hovered long enough 
                                                 for you to get a clue? 

Bend, oh Queen, yield your will 
and we will rise above, 
the ebb and tide of mortal bane 
swept away in love. 

                                                  Into your ocean I'll sail my vessel 
                                                  on a course set sound as stone. 
                                                  Prepare yourself oh majesty 
                                                  for I will share your throne.




KIM PATRICE NUNEZ and JOHN WULF
16 April 2015

Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez


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Wind

Ascending towering mountains with the greatest of ease,
laughing as foliage tickles my tummy with soft, feathery leaves.

Endless melodies, I have played, breezing through dangling chimes,
luring enchanted fairies with an orchestra sublime.

Lifting kites of brilliant colors, I choreograph the dance.
Such magnificent, breathtaking moves, never given to chance.

Designer of vast deserts, sculpting massive, lounging dunes.
Artist of the lonely face that rises from the moon.

Donning infinite perfumes; sweetest flowers; savory food,
or the salt of seven seas, when in a traveling mood.

Ghost writer of romantic voyages, sailors and pirates tell;
beached lovers on exotic islands, my gust upon their sail.

I've swooped down through lost canyons, and valleys, emerald green;
lain in meadow's tall lush grass to nap in sun's warm gleam.

My disposition revealed by soft whispers through the trees,
or howls from the north, saddled on winter's cold, pale steed.

Old as God himself, being born of his first breath.
I fill the lungs of eternity, forever evading death.








Copyright © Arlene Smith


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SNUG AND WARM

biting icy winds thermal clothes protecting me from the winter chill 12th January 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON


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IT'S A WINDY DAY

Blossom floats down from cherry trees pink confetti drifts on the breeze it’s windblown Storm clouds gathering all around blustery gales turn the sails round of windmills Riding the surf board standing tall crest a wave trying not to fall windsurfers Jan Allison 22nd November 2014 Sponsor Nette Onclaud Contest: Fire, Earth, Wind Chosen Word: Wind Syllables checked with How Many Syllables counter ~awarded 5th place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON


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Great Spirit, Hear Me

Great Spirit, Hear Me


Oh Great Spirit, voice I hear in my dreams
 maker of lakes, mountains and streams
            Hear me.

I ask as one of your children 
I seek food for family I must feed
 Slow the deer that I may find
 Send my arrow true to its mark
 Great Spirit be in this so kind

Let me hear the forest praise You
The morning sun obey your call
The Sky water our lands 
That our tribe may not fall

Your voice, wisdom and strength 
hidden in the trees and the rocks
Give my days greater length
That I may care for my family

Oh Great Spirit, life to live
  send your voice in the Wind
  food for our children to eat
Show us the beauty in your making.

Robert J. Lindley,  10-19/2014

Native American prayer.

Copyright © Robert Lindley


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Where lilies grow

 Zephyrus, the god of the wind from the west
 Gently blows where the lily grows
 He is springtimes's welcome guest

 In early summer he whispers to the rose
 As she sways in his warm caress
 He gently blows where the lily  grows

   The winds of *Notus  may give her stress
 For he brings the summer storms
 But she'll  sway in Zephyrus's  warm  caress

 The winds of  *Boreas are never warm
 He brings the cold winds of winter
 While Notus brings the summer storms

 Icicles on window sills begin to splinter
 As the winds of Boreas make us shiver
 He brings the cold winds of winter

 His icy breath is upon the rivers
 With gusts that never seem to  rest 
 The winds of Boreas make us shiver
 But Zephyrus is sprigtime's welcome guest
                                ----  
   12/11/2014

 *Notus -  The Greek  god of the south wind
  *Boreas -  The Greek   god of the North wind and the bringer of winter
                                             ----
 Source - Wikipedia

 
 
 

 

 

Copyright © Joseph May


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The Bell House Tower

We seen a dim light upon top of the Bell House Tower
a dark shadow slipped by it in the midnight hour.

What was that? I asked my friend, I don't know
she said, but it sounded as if something has met
it's end.

The wind was blowing with such a strange howling
and all the city lights were off making it dark for
mysterious prowling.

A loud, maddening laughter rang through the air and
stood on our arms, every one of our hairs. We ran like
crazy down the alley way and never looked back until
the light of day.

The next morning a crowd had gathered at the Bell House
Tower and every one was shocked to see it was the bell
ringer who rung the bell, hour upon hour.

Not a sign made anyone sure of what happened, but we know
what we heard in the midnight hour, mad laughter from upon
top the Bell House Tower.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley


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The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout


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Scattering Blooms


Gathering a plethora, of abandoned blossoms high and low, a covered basket and pockets full. Light footsteps through shady trees releasing dainty blooms for me, nature’s soulful aliment like a rainbow placed strategically for a little girl's innocent eyes. Blooms falling into my hands on a wooded path for one, then scattering to the wind, a fanciful dance, free of pending frailty; prancing petals take flight before their glory fades... How can I preserve God’s majestic beauty, petals adorning a late spring breeze? The newly green earth and trees - watch me, watch them. I am but one girl gathering blooms to press between pages of time or seep into an intoxicating potpourri. I could take a snapshot of these sacred scatterings but never could a photo fill my senses - the sweet scents, sounds and touch of blooms on a wooded path and breezes all around my face, the sight of God’s majestic beauty in a magical place. If I had one wish it would be, to share these magical moments with you.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders


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Autumn on my page


There is a wind ,  which sketched,
Without my knowledge,  the message;

Autumn had lying words,
On my page.

It was by way of red leaves,
The bird of passage,
Twirling in space,

I followed it of my glance
And its woven loops,
On the canvas of the sky.

I just transcribed,
What the wings,

Supported on the wind,
Said to me.

-
(translated from french )
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C'est un vent qui traçait,
A mon insu,         le message  ;

L'automne avait couché les mots,
Sur ma page.

C'étaient en guise de feuilles rousses,
L'oiseau de passage,
Virevoltant dans l'espace,

Je l'ai suivi de mon regard,
Et de ses boucles tissées,
Sur la toile du ciel .

J'ai seulement retranscrit,
Ce que les ailes,

Appuyées sur le vent,
M'avaient dit.

Copyright © rene Chabriere


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Global Warming

As I wake up to the dawn of another day
I wrestle with myself and ask why bother
Just another day, without any warmth
There is a chill in my heart, sadly this is true

The coffee pot sings, an attempt to lift spirits
I confess I welcome even this small endeavor
A machine trying to cheer me up,
In this a cold cold cold world

How can this be?
Me so thirsty and cold?
I hypnotically prepare for another day
As I curse Al Gore

I see you all scurry from here to god knows where
Curious I ponder what’s the rush?
Snow falls from a dreary sky
A blanket of white to chill us even more

A child romps happily in springtime meadows
Chasing butterflies and dreams
His heart now filled with Vodka Ice
How did such warmth turn into an ancient glacier?

In the subway deep underground
I see a stranger, a woman, tears falling
Icicles form under her eyes
She too has a frozen heart

I would hug her, with words of comfort
If not for the invisible cold barrier between us
We are many on this subway of desire
So close, yet we all feel the northern winds of loneliness

This world of love and compassion has become frozen
We have forgotten the season of spring
We have been frozen out of emotions garden
We shiver here in the cold together alone

I rise up from the subways depths
I know my heart was murdered by the arctic winds
Something inside of me , cries
Go Go Go melt something, anything

I pass the newsstand selling flowers
I buy one single rose
The woman with icicle tears is nearby
I hand her this rose

I whisper, what this planet needs
Is some global warming
She smiles a sad thank you
As I walk away, hoping 

Global warming takes hold

Copyright © arthur vaso


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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 Wind

A litany of leaves tango
to the tune of your chilly flow,
so windblown.

Moody clouds move silently by
in a turbulent silver sky,
as windfalls.

Showing signs of your wrath, the trees,
to whipping the waves of the seas,
so windswept.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong
11-16-14
WIND - Compound Word Verse

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong


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GENTLE THE AIR


When crisp Anemoi swerve in my mind
and gently rouse, oh ‘pon the fair moonlight,
I raise my cheeks  to taste the dew, refined 
through quivers of the ever- threading night. 

And copper-like, my senses, mildly clothed
with fibrils circling traces on warm flesh;
this zephyr cool, guiding south’s haze evoked
by luster held by Euros rain, afresh.

And dusk will print windchimes' echo 'fore dawn
while starlit harbingers will bid me still. 
My breath will feed the hours with time reborn 
as tender wafts on misty fleet claim goodwill.

That I, a child of air, shall testify
as witness to rare music of billows’ sigh.


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Shadow Hamilton's Gods Of Winds Contest

* Anemoi-- Gods of four directional winds
* Notos--God of south winds ushering summer and rain
12/26/2014


Copyright © nette onclaud


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Visits From the Gods of Wind

We got some visits from two gods of wind -
fall’s Notus and the winter’s Boreus -
One hot, the other cold; here’s what happened
when they arrived; it was not glorious!

The south wind, Notus, a destructive one,
consumed our crops and left us a small drought.
Old Boreas then, not to be outdone,
devoured our livestock whole and froze us out!

Unlucky Eurus did not come at all.
We really could have used his warmth and rain.
but we were glad when Zephyr came to call.
He brought the spring and lovely days again.

How sweetly Zephyr breezed in from the west.
We welcomed him as our most precious guest.


Source of research: Wikipedia/ Written Dec. 16, 2014 
for the Gods of Winds Poetry contest of Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich


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The Gods of Winds

A warring god of wind storms and lightening,
Rudra, rough looking, well built, braided hair
Golden in color, of firm limbs widening
With streaks of lightening and fearful blares
Making nervous with fear all the beings.
But caters medicines to the world with care
The wind God is the breath bringer to all
Perfumes, caresses and senses at his call.

Rudra sired his wife Deeti with a son
Deeti vowed to keep him in her womb for more years
Letting the child be more and more brawny one.
Indra, the chief deity of heaven, out of fear,
Entered her womb and chopped him with passion
But pieces so strong reformed into numbers. 
They were named as Maruts, varied Gods of wind
Who lash the world from end to end with great dins.

They are progeny of Rudra, the bulls of heaven,
Radiant in serried rank free from spots and stains
Who drench the earth with heavy rains uneven.
No one know from where they take shape and rain
Spreading forth darkness during the day time even.
Bring health and wealth in noisy way, but veterans.
*"The winds of God’s grace are always blowing
It is left to us how to set the sails flowing."

                           +++
*Rudra, Maruts and Deeti are characters in Hindu Mythology*
* Inspired by a quote
December 21, 2014
Third Place win
Form: Ottava Rima - Rhyme Scheme abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii
Sources : Wikipedia - hinduwebsites

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta


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November

Branches wave naked in the autumn wind,
Leaves being tossed carelessly through the night.
Dark rain clouds are dominating our sky
And my eyes ask where the beauty has gone.

Daybreak shows sleepily its weary head
Just to return to bed, early again.
Cold and wet invading our daily walks 
And my eyes search for signs of a blue sky.

Alas, the first of many snowflakes fall
Bringing the beginning of brighter days.
Grey disappears under a white blanket 
And my eyes applaud November’s beauty.

The white snow has brought pureness in its wake
And nights are brighter from shimmering snow.
We light a fire, and it brings us such warmth 
And my eyes feel the sun shine once again.




10.08.2014
Poet Destroyer A's Contest 
Impress Me with a Poem


Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans