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Lost in Youth

Rainbows in the clouds, walking on  railroad tracks , locomotives up close 
Kickball games , I am left footed, spooky reflections in a mirror, running naked 
Wooden desks and chairs, kids in the classroom , the little girl across the street 
Black and white T.V., Air conditioning , a new blue car, exhaust  fumes
The farm, coal fired furnace , warm heating ducts 
a collie , a cocker spaniel and a horse named Thunder
Dark starry nights , telescopes , comets and satellites
Northern winters, snow covered fields ,sledding, frozen lakes , and Orion 
Camping in fields , mosquitoes bites , quiet dawns and heavy morning  dew,  
Grandparents ,riding  lawn mowers , apple trees , flower and vegetable gardens
 Southern Summers , warm muggy nights , ceiling  fans ,open screened windows
Screened in porches, ancient toys, , tiny  transistor radios, baseball games  talking late into the night 
Badminton , side lawns , and long rides home
Public pools , icy waters and underwater swims 
Trombone , marching band and high school football games
Sleepy classes, friends , lunchroom games, and girls 
High school graduation , college and final goodbyes

When chances  meet thru modern means and poet trees
Then  misty dreams drift close together
As first meetings with no care 
And long flowing  hair , 
Red as apple blossoms blooming fair,
 Bewitching smiles and longing sounds 
And sweet nectar drifting through the air
Faint echoes of loves pure air and poetry abound
Bitter sweet from afar , the smiles
 rosy cheeks ,and twinkling eyes 
And most of all white doves
Floating in the sky

Roses blooming late in spring ,
 Fresh and green reach for the sky 
Wanting everything to make them sing
Rains come and go ,leaving the sunshine
 along the road to make it grow 

Gardeners reap the benefit of beauty and love
Cultivating  flowers like doves
 beauty lies in the attraction of hope and sky
Making friends with everyone with witty replies 
Caressing the earth , embodying the beauty that make them lie
In fertile ground ,my best colors I send 
Red ,red lips of colors fly
Reflecting the passion of  earth and sky

 Desiring to grow roses as reflections, cared  with love and affection 
 The gardener cultivates flowers to perfection
At times weeds  creep in ,attracted by foreign things
 alongside the road , Leaving you alone to wonder 
What they really wanted you to bring 


Some roses leave u wanting  more 
Than bitter leaves and growing pains
Fields of  colors, all restored
Fresh from harvest, fresh from the rain 
Till all that’s left to you in return 
is beauty, gained  in full measure,  lying  in vain

A friend is like …
A long sunset walk on the beach 
Or a tangy bite of a newly ripened  peach 
A piece of warm double layered chocolate cake 
Or a  quick dive into a cool clear lake 
A long slow naked hug while lying on a soft fuzzy rug 
Or your  heart singing ,unexpectedly hearing the telephone ring
A passing stranger giving a quick warm smile  
Or a barefoot splash in the summer rain , meanwhile
The soothing rains  continue through the night 
Making the  long journey of delight 
Warm and gentle, peaceful and calm 
Like Sleeping thru the night in a gentle balm

A friend is like ….
Cheerful chirping crickets on a clear August  night 
Or laying on the warm island sand waiting for the twilight 
Watching the blinking secrets of fireflies sitting on warm summer grass
 Or gazing at the dark starry skies on a boat with a creaking mast
 Listening to  cool jazz in a darkened café
Or riding snowy wooded lanes in a horse drawn sleigh 
A warm southern night filled with fireflies and cicadas
 Mixed with  the perfume of Lilacs and magnolias 
 Hand in hand walking thru fields of scintillating crystals of snow 
As stars proclaim your love while winter winds blow 

Looking back the way I came, 
there was really no one to blame
 We bonded and became friends
Over months of happiness and refrain 
 enjoying our company which depended
On writing from your side or mine with a pen 

Like a flower in spring, you stayed a season 
Long enough to exchange reasons 
For long awaited friendship through hard times
Without much encouragement except for rhymes

 Claiming visions of poetry and grace
 out the door you  flew without a trace  
You didn’t  say goodbye , just ran off with some foreign  guy 
Attracted like a school girl to the first refrain 
French is the language of love , so often proclaimed 
With  the lie on your lips you didn’t bother to explain 

 Writing makes u free you say , then why do I feel so sad 
when I write  of you  from  former days
Leaving  nothing in return, You have come and gone
 friendship only left memories 
when there should have been  songs

Still I’ll remember thru long winters nights  
of happy talks , spring flowers and golden lights
Where you’ve gone I don’t know,
 but memories will keep me thru December 
When spring comes once again
 I’ll  plant a rose to keep me warm and remember

Were I a sailboat traveling at sea 
All alone with no one but me 
My masts would creak , the decks rock gently beneath my feet 
The hiss of my bow slice thru the waves ,
the tang of the ocean spray as I watch the wake paving the way
 Billowing white sails puffed out in  the summer breeze
And onward I would go merrily out to sea
No use for the land , just wild and free

The dolphins would come and play
The seaweed hang out all day 
Overhead the sky prefers  blue , but sometimes grey 
nothing but me , the sun and the summer rain
The reflections play across the water
The waves lap gently on my bow
No use for the land , just me here and now

Rainbows painted in the sky
White daffodils singing in the rain 
Drops of dew glistening in the morning sun 
Clear desert pools of cold spring water
Red plump strawberries nestled in green beds
Summer mountain meadows of grasses and  blooming flowers 
Golden stands of Aspen glowing in the setting sun 
Scented pines and carpets of needles baring naked warmth
Autumn leaves of red yellow and brown fluttering in the waning sun 
Thunder and lightening flashing banners across the sky
Flooding rains and hurricanes calling an end to summer
Silent snowflakes underneath dark fluffy clouds
Winters brown weeds standing tall and lean 
Black mud oozing through naked feet 
Dirty snow melting in the city streets
Dead stumps rotting in the ground
Marsh gas wafting up between your toes 
Mosquitoes swarming after your eyes and nose
Clouds of flies feasting on earthly remains

Thick rain soaked clouds came floating by on sullen grey skies 
Branches swayed and leaves waved,  tied
 In unison with the whipping wind 
The rains came soft and gentle ,one by one, floating
 among an endless series of soft humid waves
 Puffs of dust kick up as rain hits the ground , 
the enticing smell of the brown clean earth pervades all around 
The ponds break  into endless circles  of tiny  drops 
Sliding down branches , dripping from leaves, running down the darkened bark, plopping 
In the silent air ,Soaking the ground  into soft muddy earth, healing cracks, soft like dew
the rains speak their true voice and intent without a clue
becoming pounding and insistent ,angry and relentless, as one by one they beat the ground 
And the cycle comes full circle ,around and around 

Cool air from atop the sky filters down through hot steamy mist 
wind driven clouds form funny ominous shapes in the sky 
Bending and twisting  to keep up with their fierce and relentless brother
Throwing countless drops down onto the clean brown earth 
The Angry winds and warm drops count their times to hit the ground 
Covering forest and field alike taming the long forgotten dust
 that became the earth following the season of drought 
Lightning burns across the sky and crashes among the giant embers standing wet, black and gleaming 
Stark and ancient they stand tall and straight , silhouetted against the angry sky
The rain comes in sheets of grey , pouring out of the heavens 
In a thunderous wave that threatened to sweep clean the skies

I am pure Russian and I am the bear
I have  deep dark eyes and black , black hair
Russian girls are very pretty and very exciting bare
Straight and tall  with  features very fair
They  are smart and have lots of brains  
And apply themselves to learning even if it rains
English is one of our favorite subjects 
And it is very hard to explain 
Why we want to learn a second language that sometimes is lame
Which at the end of our most severe weather we can barely retain
 It is winter now and my English is kind of sad
So I sit and study all night long ,
 but after all its only a fad
 For when summer comes I will be long, long  gone
I try and try but it is so hard,
 I can not seem to learn contractions 
And sometimes I feel like I  a retard,
 So I make a list of all my retractions
 Grammar is always difficult and I am always correcting my mistakes 
 But I love hearing English with all its corny cliques , 
and lots of people saying ,for  goodness sakes 
Thank goodness for this silly poem 
Thank goodness this is the end
Thank goodness I will have no more use for this pen

Summer skies of shadowed veil 
Leave soft evening cries as twilight pales
Flirting eyes and open looks give sweet spoken ties
Random smiles tell of well placed replies
Yes , hold my hand it softly caresses 
Come closer it says as it softly traces
Je t’aime , feel my warm embraces
Replacing caution held in refrain 
Yearning looks spark the flame

Though we come ten thousand miles 
The journey begins with one smile 
Our garden calls and we dance and play
The roses and  palms sing their song 
We dance and play , for we do no wrong
We glance and smile 
Suddenly still, our hearts beat as one 
Quickened pulses stir the embers
The looks of joy replaced,
 remembering the night while swiftly retracing
 our pattern of desire fanned so brightly
We  close together in delight saying
 Je Te Veux , I want you