Isn’t it fun to see children playing?
Isn’t it nice to see smiles?
Isn’t life a blessing?
The evening begins the sky has darkened
A full moon is shining bright
With the bright stars glitters
There’s thunder; and thunderous crickets-sound.
The boom-boom that’s not too loud.
The insects, incessant.
when I close my eyes and enter silence
I’m drawn into a presence
the peace holds me tightly
Dawn spreads her wings upon valleys and hills
humming to the tranquil brook
songs of misty morrow
scarlet, crimson, pink flowers sway along
like dancing ballerinas
to a beautiful day
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Four Square
electrostatic dimming of sunlight
mellisonant quickening
lightning playing four square
study quadrants on screen
kingdom come of a rainstorm
that merely whispers an awakening
Praises to Thee, my soul soars and revels
Songs I sing where my heart dwells
Faith I live with and grow
i can entertain myself every day
painting cartooning writing
I like being alone
im unconcerned about other people
my retirement is great
i am free to just be
she runs from her demonic ideas
how is she channeling this
she is feeling crazy
violets peeking up their gentle heads
delighting the spongy moss
april is beginning
amazing beauty enthralls and excites
a curly haired dancing girl
shaking up libidos
each of us have scars that we keep within
with courage we can let go ...
and with strength we can heal
The breeze tiptoes across the sleeping field,
whispering to the folded blooms,
dreams drift along the dusk.
The carousel moans to the empty dusk,
rusted music haunts brittle air,
the laughter has decayed.
The garden grumbles with unruly weeds,
petals sigh into broken loam,
no footsteps find the gate.
Specific Types of Kimo Poems
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