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Below are the all-time best Linda Rutherford poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Coyote

Gray brown coat hidden by the dark
slinking through each stark shadow
a lone howl caught and repeated
they hunt together this night
tracking their prey with sharp noses
following a rabbits track



For the Contest "Night Creatures"
01/18/15
The Coyote #3
By Linda Rutherford

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The Old House

Dim light shines through the widows of the old house
long since empty, where only dust dances in the air
and a lone mouse scurries across its scared and dirty floor
But sometimes at night, when a lonely wind moans and cries
faint echoes of the past are heard through out the rooms
as though while sleeping, the old house dreams of a lost time

In the parlor, a faint ticking from a wall clock as it counts time
while a childs laughter is heard as he runs through the house
chasing after the ghostly bark of a dog as it runs from room to room
and in the dark unused kitchen, the scent of fried chicken fills the air
recalling Sunday dinners and happier times, before the dying cries
the screams that echoed, and bright blood stained its polished floors

Now, all that is left is a faint red stain on its once prestine floors
broken and rotting from the wear of mother nature and passage of time
where the only true sound heard is a crows harsh and croaking cries
as it flies over the delapatated but once proud and stately house
leaving behind one black as soot feather floating in the warm air
to land on a window sill, as though looking in at the cold lifeless rooms

But still the house stands against time, and listened to each of its rooms
hoping to hear laughter once more, hurried steps across its wood floors
trying to shut out the screams of terror that still hang in the stale air
the feelings of hate, and anger that never seemed to disapate with time
pushing at the heart and soul, the very timbers of the sad and lonely house
until each small breeze that swirled around it sounded like broken cries

It doesn't know why the last sounds within its walls where terror stricken cries
or why the sounds of childrens laughter are no longer heard within its rooms
it only knows that it took one single day to make of it a horror house
all dead and empty with blood stains upon its dirt encrasted floors
held within an eternity that seemed to stop within a tick of time
and lingers there upon a breath of stale and purtrid air

Not so long ago, it stood so tall with pride and stately air
but rumors stirred with tales of ghostly lights and muted cries
till none would stand upon its floors or stay a minutes time
for all would tell of ghosts and such that walked its haunted rooms
and blood that stained for all of time its wooden floors

Such a sad and forlorn air that haunts its each and ever room
that now wrings cries of sorrow from the rotted creaking floors
Where once apon a time there stood a loved and happy house

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A Troubled Son

A child grows, but not the way you hoped
both strong willed and wayward thinking
troubled teens and young manhood
lead to a troubled life
drugs and a jail cell
anger and doubt
never heard
that screams
pain


For the contest "A Nonet"

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The Bird, the Frog and the Trout

A little bird set on the limb of a tree
chirping and warbling as loud as can be
while down by the pond a little frog set
on a rock by the water all shiny and wet
Said the frog to the bird, I can sing just like you
and started in croaking while eating flies too
A trout in the pond covered his ears
and if he'd been dry, I'm sure you'd see tears
Please stop all that croaking he said with a frown
all of that noise could make a fish drown
The little frog jumped and snapped at his fin
that all that you know he said with a grin
With a flip of his tail the trout swam away
and hid in the shadows the rest of the day
The little bird laughed and said to the frog
your singings just fine if you live in a bog
Each to their own the little frog said
and the bird did agree with a nod of his head 


For the "Fable to the Rescue Contest"

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Footsteps

Footsteps always echo with footsteps from the past
They keep us moving forward, make memories that last
All that came before us, that tread the same old road
Helped us stay the distance while lightening our load
And if you listen closely, their voices you will hear
With quiet words of wisdom, don't live your life in fear
Although there'll be days of pain, and nights that seem to long
The light of faith you have within will always keep you strong



Found out I have Lung cancer Jan. of this year...still fighting :)

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I Dance With My Tomorrows

There are things so long forgotten
and things I never will
turning inward, not to see them
though they echo in me still
and the face that I am known by
the eyes that tell the lies
walks the road of broken sorrows
as my future slowly dies

Still, I dance with my tomorrows
while the music can be heard
Even though I know it's useless
for I never knew the words

And the one that watches sadly
bows her head in silent grief
for she's heard the story often
knows that death is but a thief
walking in the shadows left by
each dream I left behind
She follows my steps closely
never seeing, always blind

Still, I dance with my tomorrows
while the music can be heard
Even though I know it's useless
for I never knew the words



For the contest "Sing to me"
From the song "A Whiter shade of Pale"

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Man's Pretense

White crosses
show a thousand loses
row upon row of wars destruction

each one a voice of reproach and accusation
felt in the tears of a families devastation
heard in each graves silence

a humankind offense
Man's pretense



For the contest "TROIS PAR HUIT A BRIDGE"
By Linda Rutherford
5/24/14

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Gentle River

The river ripples as it flows over small stones
                        Swirling gently against its bank
Resting quietly under the heat of the summer Sun
                        Shimmering as it lays dreaming
Shots of silver in random patterns come and go
                         As fish dance across its surface



For the contest
By Linda Rutherford

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A Ocean Alouette

A dark blue ocean
always in motion
will sparkle in the sunlight
casting disks of gold
that each wave must hold
until lost on sands of white

foam flecked water churns
grabs sand as it turns
retreating back when it's done
once again to hold
those bright disks of gold
soon lost to a setting sun


For the contest "A Lovely Alouette"

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Monsters

Shadows held within his hand
Loosed to creep across the land
Evil now each shadow hold
With a dark and chilling cold
Night it seems is finally here
Forever bringing with it fear
To strike the heart and souls of men
Who traffic in the worst of sin
And bring to each a early death
Set there by the devils breath

By Linda Rutherford