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A glimpse in the garden

      My garden lies between the trees
 Where lilies dance in gentle breeze
      And lilacs whisper pretty please
 To  a butterfly's caressing tease

         Nearby glows the  buttercups
   Where  honeybees come to sup
        While  hummingbirds on branches squint
  To catch a glimpse of hyacinths
      And daffodils in yellow coats
 Sway to songbirds dulcet notes

 Queen Anne's lace is also grown
 With Forget-me-nots and anemones
     But the rose in beauty stands alone
 And smiles demurely from her throne
                             ----
5/3/16

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014

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December Magic

 She   arrives with a mystic charm
 Gliding in on silver moon
 With a peaceful vibe that oft disarms
 As words of praise in yuletide tunes
 Echo  where the stars are strewn

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014

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Contest Surprise

 I wrote a poem for a contest
    And it got some great comments
 I thought it was one of my best
      I felt very confident

 Soon the contest was judged, the winning list came out
       Victory was not in doubt
 I scanned the winners list from the middle down
        I thought my poem would have placed
 But I soon began to frown 
         My name wasn't there ....It was as if I wasn't even  in the race!

     Can't win 'em all I guess
            No need  to stress
   But when I went to my inbox and saw "Congrats on your win"
          I thought they made a mistake
   So I scanned the winners list once more
          Then suddenly I stopped...
      I was surprised for sure
          My name was the first one on top!

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014

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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
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 Source - Wikipedia

 
 
 

 

 

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014

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Night owl

 
 As the moon sang a lullaby
to a distant star
The creatures below to sleep did sink
Except for the owl,  who didn't sleep a wink

 " What time do you  have" asked the owl 
" It's a  quarter to nine"
Said the  tree with a scowl
" Thanks, I am going on  my hunting spree"  the owl replied
As he flew off into the night from  the old oak tree

  "Oh my,  I'm running late"  
exclaimed  the field mouse,
As he looked  at his watch
while hurrying  to  get to his house
It was then that the owl made his catch
as with his talons, the mouse he did snatch!
                           --- 
 

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012

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A Sweet Song

 In skies of blue or stormy seas
I am awed by nature's beauty
 In fragrant rose where beauty grows
 I praise the Lord who made all these 
 Daffodils that sway in the breeze
 While willows  grow where rivers flow
  In skies of blue or stormy seas
 I am awed by nature's beauty

 When I hear the nightingale sing
 So much joy  to my heart it brings
 In fragrant rose where beauty grows
 While willows  grow where rivers flow
 In skies of blue or stormy seas
 I am awed by nature's beauty

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014

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Sleepless nights

 When counting sheep on sleepless nights
fail to make me sleep
I count the stars  in vaulted heights
that through my window peep
Then  lullabies from up on high
brings my soul to rest
In dreams I fly   across the sky
in slumber's peaceful quest
                  ----
 Joseph May
7/3/13

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2013

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Septembe Blues

September, you are a wistful song
Summer sheds a tear when you come along
Sunny summer melodies yield to your mellow song
Its melody fades while yours grow strong

Summer ends and a certain sadness ensues
Sunny days make way for winter blues
September gives us glimpses of summer
Though days be short and golden leaves slumber

The vibrant colors September brings
disguise the coming winter sting
As summer dies it makes one last sunny stand
But will return, for thats how it was planned

Until then we must endure a harsh season
All bundled up, keeping warm is the reason
When the first snow  falls
The pristine beauty leaves us enthralled

Soon summer will begin anew
Gray clouds make way for skies of blue
We awaken from our winter slumber
And welcome the butterflies of summer

For Joanne Grisetti's Copy Cat contest

:Inspired by the poem: September
Which was written by: Andrea Dietrich


















Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012

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Drum beat

Drum beat
  The sound of hearts
Beating to love's smooth rhythm
Sometimes a  brokenhearted  tune
  Hoping for another chance at love's oft
 Moody melodic emotions
That dance upon  lyrics,  
   The beat goes on...
  Drum beat
         ~



        

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012

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When Poetry Began

 Poetry began, if I may so surmise
   When beauty touched the soul and fell upon the eye
 'Twas then we had  the notion
     To write from our hearts and express our deepest emotions

     And thus the poet was born
  His inner thoughts flowing from his quill
     His words rising like the morning sun
 As his muse kept growing still

 And  when the evening came
    And orange skies appeared as flames
 The poet's quill was not yet done
     But rose with Luna, to set the sun

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014

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