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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.

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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.

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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 :-)

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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"

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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.

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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.



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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~

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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.









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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.

10-19/2014

Native American prayer.

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Wind-Kissed


         I see it there beside the rill
       among the fields upon the hill         
                  all windswept.

  With a full smile and chugging sound
     it looks with glee as it goes round
                   to windward.

        At end of day it’s time to stop
   the moon comes up and shines atop
                    the windmill.


---------------------------------------------
Paul Callus ~ 22nd November, 2014 
Contest: Fire, Earth, Wind
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Chosen topic for compound words: Wind

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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

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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.



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a Friend to the Wind even now

On a leaf I would write you a letter 
and mail it into the wind
that's the chance I had in finding ,
my once in a lifetime friend.

But it landed right there beside you,
tangled in threads of your shawl,
with only your heartstrings to guide you,
you found me where dying dreams fall.

The Gypsy wind whispers a reason,
the where and the why and the how,
but I will remember that season........
I'm a friend to the wind
even now.



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In the Clouds entry

a cumulus lamb grazing in heaven’s blue . . . winds howl darkly For the Contest of PD

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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

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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



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In the Wind--Collaboration With Casarah Nance

I heard my name in the wind where the willows do weep,
Such a moment of bliss I will evermore keep.

For I sat in the silence, just a moment or two,
With paper and pen, thinking only of you.

Then I scrolled out a verse, a most delicate rhyme,
Unaware of the hour; unconcerned with the time.

Till my eyes were made blurry by the sun through the trees,
As the sweet-smelling jasmine arrived on the breeze.

So I took in a breath, just as well as your heart;
It was beating for all, and no longer a part.

Then your touch, as the grass, teased my delicate skin--
Such sweet innocence this; or such wonderful sin.

Ah, the earth is our playground; our home is the sky,
As I proudly remarked, "Look how high we can fly!"

Thus I give you my love, may it evermore keep...
Hear the wind in the willows? They no longer weep!

Collaboration: Mel Merrill and Casarah Nance
05/12/14



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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
11/14/2014

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Wind Songs

Ribbed strands of wheat across the plain bend at the knees, to drink the rain in windfalls Brown from harvest, drought and blight, are cornstalks spinning through the night like windmills The dry stalks slant and dangle leaves and rattle music through the trees in windstorms
__________________________________________ Written for Nette's Contest: Fire, Earth, Wind By Carrie Richards 11/20/14

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He strokes her face

Beneath the gaze
of watchful eyes
she sits and cries.
The fairies pry

and wring their hands.
The wind goes by
with anguished sigh
he strokes her face.


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This form is a "pathya vat".
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The Wind Moves

The wind moves... The wind moves in many ways How it moves... Like exotic scents of purple lavender wafting 'neath a harvest sun Like. the rise of sour yeast inside a fresh baked currant bun It moves like a vernal tea- rose pollinated by wild bees in forging threesome Like wood-thrush wings rustled through leaves in a symphonic rainfall season It moves like the early breath of a newly hatched cygnet It moves mysteriously like a spinning moon orbiting my little world Like descending mist veiling pearled dawn's birth The wind moves in many ways Like a half-bare shoulder slipping through your embrace Like goodnight kisses upon your face. The wind moves The wind moves in many ways How it moves ....Just like me ...Just like you
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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

 
 
 

 

 

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A Love Story CoWritten By .:Wind:.

Wind: My head to my pillow, it sings me my song,

Rain: With dreams that you and I, together aren’t wrong,

Wind: Your imaginary voice, I touch your pure skin,

Rain: Though dreams are the only time together, our love is within,

Wind: Your bedsheets, my arms, caressing you so lightly,

Rain: My lips, your throat, kissing you so gently,

Wind: Our heartbeats a sync, our bodies a dance,

Rain: Moving gracefully in our true romance,

Wind: I hold your waist, cherish your skin,

Rain: I look into your eyes, get lost within them,

Wind: Together we become, one romantic Aether,

Rain: True kiss lay upon our lips, as we lay at last together,

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Worte-wie-blumen

This wind is not alone because it stays on the height,
And waits for golden dawns that follow after night;
It crossed many tempests, islands and an ocean dark,
It met the fairies and hobbits and the joyous lark.

While flattening blond fields, it thought a paradox 
How Little Prince was taught on Friendship by a Fox:
While playing with the grass, and with the yellow maze,
While caressing the flowers’ feet, it heard a poet`s case…

This poet is like the hottest wind that lives on height:
Suddenly, his “light poetry” is seen as “poetry of light”.


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Zindagi

Shikayat Toh Sabhi Karte hai
Par shikayat karoge Kab Tak

Haqeeqat Ki Talaash To Sabko Hai
Par Haqeeqat Talaashoge Kab Tak

Jo Bhi Hai
Yehi Zindagi Hai Bas

Jilo Thoda Iseh
Zinda Ho Jab Tak