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Haiku

Tall trees shade the sun.
Light filters in like a stream,
Shades of green and gold.

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Vietnam Wall

The black wall reflected my white-washed skin 
and disheveled jacket, above the chattering din...
Loosly lopsided glasses hang limply on my face,
Cold, dark, black, they somehow seemed to fit this place. 
The smooth memorial seemed to stretch on,
Longer than death itself;a banner, a chord, an unsung hero's song.

                               ...

Memories race through my unsettled mind, 
The dense rainforest reverberates right behind...
Exploding artillery, I see several comrades fall down.
They lay moaning or silently still on the densely foliaged ground.
Like tin soldiers, “Playing dead,” I force myself to believe 
Trying to dam the tide of fear, for death is all I see.
“Will, help!" a young and bloodied soldier calls to me.

Hands gruffly grabbed my shoulder; I meet my commander’s steely eyes,
Torn, bruised, and bloody... I could see he wasn't surprised.
“We won’t survive with extra baggage. Retreat to the copter, now!” 
He hollered hollowly, his featured in a ragged, downcast bow.

Pondering quickly: Die a hero? Or forever regret today? 
Without a hesitation, I hoisted that young man up right away.
He seemed light, until I picked up another, fallen on the beaten path.
The odds were all against me; flying bullets unfurled their wrath.
Lifting yet another, I wrapped him silently around my tired arm.
The day I died, two comarades were saved and taken away from harm.

                               ...

And for a single breathless moment, I thought that I had seen myself,
In the teary-eyed man reading these lost names all by himself.
Now and forever, my name will be a simple written sprawl. 
An etching in a stone, a memoir to this black unyielding wall.


Beth Watkins
3/7/11
~Dedicated to those heroes who have died to defend our freedom.~

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Court Cases

Many misjudged court cases...
Who wins the battle?
Man, or the country?

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Found Poem

Both remained suspended, motionless;
The storm began to subside
But still the sea was disturbed.
“Come! Come courage!”
As I said it, I knew it was a naïve hope.
Who are you if you lose your favorite person?
A sheer drop, black and faceless
It was a bleak, harsh view, 
the sea and the rock unrelieved by any tree or sweep of grass or sand.
Will we ever meet again?
I will sail into the future on mystery’s wings 
and I will not look back.

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Clumsy

Please friends, try not to laugh,
I know, and I'm painfully aware;
it's never been on my own behalf
That I so often fall down the stair.

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Ballad of Alexandria the Female Knight

Alexandria was a gallant knight,
She used to sit at Arthur’s Round Table.
Dressed as a boy, she helped knights fight evil
As the Blue eyed hero of this fable.

The young lady fell in love with Arthur,
But unknowing, he married Guinevere.
Alex’s heart was hurt, but she stayed true,
She battled alongside him without fear.

Sparring with Lancelot, she learned to fight,
Alex earned respect from her belov’d king,
He never knew she was an armored girl.
He only saw her long weapons in swing.

On a dark and stormy night they set off,
The knights of Camelot looked for The Grail;
Alex as custom rode by Arthur’s side.
They searched through forest glades without avail.

Finally they came across a large cave,
Its dark and dank depths were filled with despair.
Alex entered in front of the brigade,
Arthur gave her braveness no thought or care.

Down in the black unfathomable cave,
At the farthest reaches a light appeared.
Guided by instincts, they knew this was it,
The home of the Holy Grail they revered.

The room guarding The Grail sparkled with gold,
Hundreds of cups lined the intricate walls.
Together the comrades stood and puzzled.
Which of these cups would bring about their falls?

Would it be a goblet, made out of glass?
Could something like The Cup be plainly wood?
Arthur studied the many chalices.
He thought he’d found it, no one understood.

On a pillar was a gold glass, shining.
Its pleasant brightness filled up the whole room.
Arthur was about to drink its liquid
When Alex interfered and met her doom.

Arthur’s brave knight wanted to try it first,
She knew the wrong choice would bring instant death;
So she begged Arthur to let her test first,
After drinking, she soon ran out of breath.

Alex knew that Christ was a carpenter,
She wasn’t surprised that he’d chosen wrong.
Alex knew that her love would bring her fall,
So our hero bade a silent so long.

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Haiku

Penetrating tears fall down--
Trickling from heaven,
the sad blue drops giving life.

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Angel's Outspread Wings

Light as an Angel's outspread Wings,
Gracefully flowing as the Sea's Foam.
A stroke of Pure Divinity
so Plain and Overlooked.
Gracefully Flowing as the Sea's Foam,
it is Precious as a Porcelain Complexion.
So Plain and Overlooked.
Reflected through Heaven's brilliant Clouds;
It is Precious as a Porcelain Complexion.
A Stroke of Pure Divinity
Reflected through Heaven's brilliant Clouds,
Light, as an Angel's outspread Wings.


                                                   ~Beth Watkins~
                                                           White
                               Nette Onclaud's Color My World Contest

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Butterfly Dreaming

" I dreamt, I was a butterfly, or was I a butterfly dreaming..."

Lit wings
Reflected,
Captivating.
Awed, I reach out to her, 
Sighing.

Graceful,
Silently
Fascinating.
Diamond drops cascade down.
Tears.

Ever 
Enchanting,
Pale shimmering.
Somehow she cannot see
Her wings.

Joyful,
Entrancing,
I lift her chin.
"With such wings, you can fly!"
I try.

Glowing,
Delightful,
She wipes her tears.
Downcast wings start to
flutter.

Smiling,
Suddenly
Remembering.
Enrapturing in her
Found Wings.

Beth Watkins
Daydreams and dreams and dreams Poetry Contest
07/11/11

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Divine Creation

Clear water trickles
Divine creation of God
Drops Reflect His Love