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In and out of Seasons

The contrast of the
bluest sky to be 
and the crispest green
seen. Make one enjoy
the colors between.
From the petals,
whites thru indigos.
Robins red; Grey
squirrely fellows.
Outside you'll
find enough
to inspire.
Brightest
desires.
Spring.

Now
Summers
here.
The sunshine
beckons all
to appear.
Wave hit beaches
invite feet's splash.
Woodlands call fourth
picnickers cache.
Families spend time 
together amidst
clear warm days, into
short nights. Sharing their
laughter with delight.

Sun releases grip,
days light compresses.
Winds cool relief to
heat that oppresses.
Colors wane begins,
from brightest greens
of spring to shades
of golds and reds.
Browns of the dead.
Fresh harvest
abounds with
a bounty
of thanks
from all.
Fall!

Cold
sets in.
Darkness's
hold begins.
Colors hide
beneath the
snows white covers.
There's beauty as
each flake hovers.
Each is unique
in size and shape but
together unite
as one. Same is true
for those who snuggle
until Winters done.


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My Guiding Light

As I sit here on this warm, solid shore
beneath a lighthouse I adore.
It stands perfect, beautiful and mint
the roof shingled, a lovely brown tint.
its beacons, a blazing blue hue, 
shine light upon all that I knew.

One day a while ago. Past the fog of the bay
my lighthouse shimmered and played
its beacons shown with a stare
at a new land, an island out there.
I had seen hints of it while looking around
though never thinking I’d leave this fertile ground.

As the fog lifted and cleared 
my lighthouse showed a path that was close. I steered
through this maze of perils towards the new shores
Glancing at the edge of this place, suddenly I want more.
I want to venture and explore it so
Thank you my lighthouse for your allowing glow.

This new isle of desire,
surrounded by a bright red ring of fire
has two beautiful blue pools, clear and deep
a cave so welcoming, sweet sounds did seep
Its lovely peaks were thoroughly explored.
with light patch of grass along the other shore. 

For all its beauty and wonderment, true enjoyment
lies within the relaxing feel of each moment.
Around this isle I can be myself without a worry.
It has welcomed me and listened to my stories.
I listened as the breeze told tales, many that related
The warmth felt upon these shores makes me elated
 
This isle has been so inviting 
every moment around it was exciting.
My delight in it became hard to evade
but the light from my home was beginning to fade.
I left for home for that is my place.
Having difficulty ignoring those feelings, I pace.

The fog rolled back hiding the isle
Knowing it was there made my mind go wild.
Thoughts that, maybe I could journey without my light
Knowing the trip was very treacherous and not right
For days I pondered it. Deciding to wait out the fog instead
Realizing that I was out of my head

For on my shore I have everything I adore
Stability and sanctuary surround my lighthouse and shores
Family and friends within safe distance
Loss of all this if I were to crash in an instant
That is why I have stopped trying to find
the isle of desire that consumed my mind.

Someday if the fog lifts and the lighthouse shines
I’d make the trip and enjoy the time.
The isle of desire that once consumed my mind.
Now is a place that if I happen to find
Will be fun and exciting as I venture its shores
But only when allowed by the lighthouse I adore.


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CJ Forever More

No more seeing you pout when I walk through the door
    to find trash strewn across the kitchen floor.
No more picking old diapers from the lawn
    I never knew why you were drawn.
No more kisses from your wide wet tongue
    the first of many I got when you were so young.
No more lying against your back
    your warmth and love I will lack.
Forever more sweet thoughts of you
    jumping in my lap when you were two.
Forever more you’re in my heart
    it was so hard to have to part.
Forever more you will be missed
    during lonely nights you were my bliss.
Forever more than my pet
    you are family and one of the greatest friends I have met.


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Relief

burden upon back
falls to the floor while lifting
burdens of others


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Beauty

Beauty.
A perception,
translated to feelings,
upon which joyful reveler's 
delight.


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Prey of the day

The prey these days are trusting souls.
Hunted by those who make them feel complete,
monsters posing as friends, a convenient role.

Searching for prey with a simple scroll,
finding feasts without ever planting their feet.
The prey these days are trusting souls.

Every item shared has a simple goal,
making it seem as they should meet.
Monsters posing as friends, a convenient role.

This hidden world with little control,
creates relationships soft, not concrete.
The prey these days are trusting souls.

One day the hunter will convince their prey to take a stroll.
They pretend to be friendly and meek,
monsters posing as friends, a convenient role.

The information provided to this black hole,
may look like a fact but really it is a deceit.
The prey these days are trusting souls,
monsters posing as friends, a convenient role.


*this is for my daughter and niece after a tragic Facebook encounter in our area
--Rhyme Battle: Round 4--


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Fishing Trip

Calm black lake water
Hidden world lurking below
Children stare at poles


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Rain

Being pulled from so high
where everything above is brilliant.
Lost control of everything,
along with so many others.

Falling faster towards fate,
along with so many others.
Cold damp grasp has me!

Falling faster towards fate!
Lost control of everything,
cold damp grasp has me,
being pulled from so high.

5/25/2013


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Mars MAVEN haiku

Clouds hover above.
Water flows around my rocks.
Where'd yours go neighbor?


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Judging the Cover

Cover,
sometimes dreadful,
keeping from outsiders 
the beautiful, loving contents
unseen.


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