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Be Still
Whispered words arriving on teardrops of the wind
They call to me
Embracing me so that I may exhale
For a moment in time
I look down to see the child woman curled up on my lap
Quietly dreaming
I stroke her sleep dampened hair and
Caress her cheek gently with my palm
Oh, child of mine
Allow me to reach in and
Cradle your wounded heart
Let me carry your pain and worry
Stirring, she turns her face revealing
A half-eyed sleepy smile
A gift I have treasured for centuries
Remembering the day
I walked through the trees of time
Lime, emerald, forest green, moss, juniper, ochre, and kiwi
Yellow tinged velvet leaves ride silver breezes
Tree people
Miraculous sacred creatures
Birthed of mother nature
Beckon me onward and inward
Towards water’s edge where moving mirrors of
Intellect and mystery await me
I walk with my companion who rides on my shoulder
The white hawk of my dreams
Narrating our passage through space and time
Howl Howl Howl
Stories above me, monkeys wearing fur
Play and swing
Screeching, flying, and tumbling through the air
Reaching sacred river’s edge
I pause and hear silent footsteps
Of the others joining
I gaze at the flowing water
Reflections of the lost ones float by
Faces of those who have passed from this life
I reach out and kiss each one with my fingertips
All of us gather ~ standing and joining hands
Collectively we reach up towards the heavens
We rise as one
Taking a moment to listen and
Receive grace from one another
A glimpse and a grin are shared
As I squeeze the weathered hand
Of my fellow human
Up Up Up Up
We float above the majestic green canopy
A glorious carpet of
Lavender clouds awaits
The day moon and the day sun kiss
As they watch us rise
A moment of gratitude shared by all
POTD
9/12/2023
Greens of spring
Comes in spring, bloom the greens,
Perfect hues mark flawless screens,
Tender buds now yearn to thrive,
Bees are seen humming on their hive,
Colourful butterflies anxiously flutter,
Flowers eagerly lend their nectar,
Little ones play jolly in the streets,
Sky waits for birds to fly in fleets,
Vibrant shades entice a green eye,
Hurry the gloomy clouds, dolour belies,
Calls of spring, beloved will meet,
Drowning in love, hazel green eyes will greet !
Written March 25th, 2015
For contest "Its spring- show me the green" by
Francine Roberts
Now entered into "Get your green on" old/new poem- poetry contest by PD A
Pictures shared over the airwaves
Palm trees giving ever so gently
To tropical breezes are captured
As our forever moment in time.
With each sunrise comes the
Rich greens, soothingly calming blues
And gently comforting whites.
A breathtaking scenery of a canvas
Of unimaginable creation.
With each setting sun comes
Enriched hues of the primaries.
Blended reds, oranges,
Yellows and blues create stunning
Mixtures of color in and about the
Horizon slowly overtaking daylight
Seemingly setting the clouds ablaze.
The ocean mimics with darker tones
As the sky slowly closes its eye upon
Us holding our hearts just a bit longer.
Daily repetition allows us to
Visualize its blessing in the
Hopes of acceptance and
Appreciation of what we have,
Are given and are given in return.
Watching the sun set in Maui
Would be an unforgettable experience
But for now it remains as an
Instant snapshot of time and place
In present time zone’s past allowing
Visions of an everlasting
Memory bring a smile to my face
And peace in my heart
All in part due to the kindness of
A dear friend and his giving soul.
This in itself has been an
Amazingly wonderful experience.
Thank you for sharing with me
This beautiful sunset in Maui.
Thank you Jerry.
5/22/19
Huntress Of Forest Gems And Its Lush Greens
Huntress of forest gems and its lush greens,
That which rivals colors of peacock's preens,
Oft hidden in cool pools, and deeper glens,
Bold greens under blue skies eternal spins
Treasures seen by deep sight and lusting eyes
Beneath weeping moon and low midnight cries.
Her beauty penetrates souls of searching hearts,
Threads of depths that only Nature imparts
And garments of wealth philosophers wear,
Wisdom and history that some did share
Her sighs breathe rainbows upon earth's tables
wanton desires and mystical fables.
In youth, I trekked into her vast holds,
Comforted by warmth, in her bountiful folds,
Hours spent wandering in her sweetest bliss,
Now dreams and loves that I so dearly miss
Nights that saw bright moon shine upon her all
Campfires and lover's dreams within her call.
Dare I pray to see her face and much more,
Diamonds in green vaults and gold dust shores,
Jewels gleaming out from sparkling long streams,
Fresh as deep love's forgiveness that redeems
Dare I beg, for her touch and its soft kiss
And her song that sends this heart its true bliss.
These visions have held my heart bold and true,
Enchantment and memories as life's glue,
Soul's needs met in illuminating greens,
Heart and mind stirred by beautiful scenes
Can Time this wealth tragically destroy
Are there cures, Nature's powers can employ?
Huntress of forest gems, vanishing greens,
Save me as you did in my troubled teens,
Walk with me around your mystery bends,
Were we not once both lovers and best friends
Return again into heart and its dreams
Save me from Time's wrath and man's evil schemes.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2018
Remembering Sweet Dawns And Verdant Greens
When rose-covered days grace thy waning years
thee hast great courage to face thy great fears;
summon up thy treasures by mere thought
celebrate past life for love, all it has wrought.
Remembering sweet dawns and verdant greens
gems of youth and wonders found in thy teens;
nights of peace, many good times with thy friends
future promise, waiting thy step around the bends!
Of treasured HOPE- this great truth beware
thy life is walking steps up winding stairs;
love and joy, both oft come from wizened footfalls
thus be true to thy inner spirit's pleading calls!
When rose-covered days grace thy waning years
thee hast great courage to face thy great fears;
summon up thy treasures by mere thought
celebrate past life for love, all it has wrought.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-16- 2002
The greens of the forest open my mind
tantalizing me with their well-kept secrets
wowing me with their varieties and textures
refreshing me with a shiny coolness not found
in concrete landscapes or graffiti-decorated
boxcar yards. Bringing with her loveliness
side dishes of baby blue soft sky and dainty
pure scented violets that arouse my dendrites
and entice my imagination like nothing else does.
GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!
My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green!
I am wearing my favorite colored green jeans.
Hypnotized by the Irish color green.
Not every green path leads to a flowing stream.
I lay on the frenzy grass so warm and green.
I won a jackpot of green.
To visit the Green Mountains in Vermont is like a dream.
My eyes are shaded green.
My jealousy comes in the color green.
I diet on green veggies that are lean.
The Green Bay Packers are my favorite team.
I believe all frogs should come in green.
It’s a family gift to carry a green thumb gene.
My garden has the greenest life I've ever seen.
Lemons are yellow, but limes are green.
Not all Irish believe in wearing the color green.
My plants in my greenhouse sway with good self-esteem.
I'm the jester who wore a green beret for the king and queen.
The unripe sour apple is moldy green!
Flicking me a green bugger is gross and mean.
Why do all leprechauns wear color green?
Not all clovers have three leafs of green.
Green is the middle color of the rainbow team.
Good Luck, Care Bear's charming eyes are emerald green.
My favorite color has always been green, green, and green!
This is all about wearing green on March the seventeen.
:-) Happy March 17,
By Deb and Dane
“You need to eat real greens.” Mom alarm!
The child went for the ‘ucky Charms.
“What? You're eating sugar transformed!”
They don’t grow that on any farm!”
“You need to eat real greens.” Mom said.
Boyo reached for the Charms instead.
“But Ma. The box says it full of vitamins!”
“Better be! It wasn’t laid by hens!”
“That cereal is nothing but sugar, honey.
Companies sell it to makes lots of money.”
“Then, why’d Dad buy it for the house?
Did you plan to feed it to the mouse?”
“You need to eat garden-fresh food.
You know; been told, I’m in NO mood.”
“PLEASE, Ma! Charms and milk won’t cause harm!
Milk does come from a dairy farm”
“’ucky Charms might be a nice snack,
But meals must be nutrition packed.”
“You eat lots of Charms, zap! It seems.
More vitamins than ‘ucky greens!
Three bowls downed were his tasty meal.
Out like a light, he seemed to reel.
(Sugar shock set in, burnt him out.)
He woke SO sick. Was there a doubt?
“We’re going to the Doctor now!
Mother said shouting "Holy Cow!"
He’ll give you a little pink pill.
To cure ALL your rambunctious ills
(Rushed to the doctor for some help.)
Sick as a
dog was this young whelp.
Dad had to pay for ‘ucky Charms
Boyo paid for not eating FARM!
Corps. got paid, pill and cereal.
Doc. got paid insurance by deal.
Round and round so this story goes.
EAT RIGHT and you'll stop THEIR green flow.
It's hard to find good collard greens
Where I live in New York.
You'll rarely find them hanging
Off a New York restaurant fork.
But I'm in Carolina now
So everywhere you look,
Some barbecue is being prepped
To very slowly cook.
Tonight I got to sample some
And you know what that means -
Along with my pulled pork there was
A heap of collard greens.
I savored every bite because
Tomorrow I'll be home.
The only collards there will be
Those mentioned in my poem.
The Saints be preserved! Begorra! Today Saint Patrick reigns!
An excuse to get the Irish blood a-coursin' through yer veins!
A time for clans with even a tad of Irish in their genes,
To celebrate the holiday with the Wearin' O' the Greens!
O'Sullivans, O'Shaughnessys, O'Reillys and O'Neils,
Will be cavortin' and dancin' to snappy jigs and reels!
Anon, they'll savor corned beef, cabbage and Irish stew,
Toastin' the Auld Sod with hilarious hubbub and ado!
Happy harmonizers will sing "When Irish Eyes Are Smilin"
Gazin' into the limpid eyes of Irish colleens so beguilin'!
Revelers will belt out "Biddy McGraw" and "McNamara's Band";
Goodwill and fellowship will prevail throughout the land!
Jaunty old-timers will sport their shillelaghs in small-town parades;
Sprightly leprechauns and fairies will leap about in masquerades.
Saint Patrick must look down upon his flock with some dismay;
What he hoped to be a holy day has become a rowdy holiday!
Hibernia, Eire, Emerald Isle, Erin, call it what you may,
Ain't we grateful that the Irish set aside this day!
At least once a year we can shed our usual dour miens,
And joyfully celebrate The Wearin' O' The Greens!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
The rolling Greens seem so serene,
forests pristine in sunlight’s sheen,
tall, rounded peak, a rocky creek,
a red-tail’s beak, rodents he seeks,
an aged elm, rare in this realm,
stands at the helm and overwhelms,
small dairy farm of rustic charm,
blackflies will swarm, cows takes alarm,
dunn Whitetail deer are grazing here,
jolt up in fear when folk are near,
the turkeys flit amidst the grit,
then stare a bit, and quickly split,
a low rock wall that never falls,
it stands not tall, not grand at all,
big boulders strewn, they look hand-hewn,
but Ice Age moons, carved them to runes,
where barns once stood, now quiet woods,
the land’s green hood, trees here grow good,
an old dirt rode the once did know
how horses rode with wagon loads,
slopes without trees where people ski,
and summer sprees, big tent parties,
vacation house always allows
the city crowd to come get out,
most local folk thing them a joke
but won’t provoke, or they’ll go broke,
quaint breakfast place, that maple taste,
tall-stack pancakes to feed the face,
hippie type, smelling quite ripe,
their ideas tripe, never quite right,
a breeze of cold, autumn unfolds
with colors bold, Green Mountains roll.
Green trees in winter
Are like water in deserts.
The green oasis
Provides hope for the spring and
Homes for Gods’ other children.
IF IN IRELAND I WAS TO STAY
I SURELY WOULD HAVE A GO AND TRIED
THAT BLARNEY-STONE TO KISS WITHOUT DELAY
SO THAT I TOO THAT GIFT OF THE GAB BE ENDOWED
THAT EMERALD ISLE ARE SO WONT TO BOAST
O'ER HOW MANY SHADES OF GREEN THERE WAS
BUT NE'ER HAVE THEY BEEN TO THE FOOT OF AFRICA'S COAST
WHERE ALL FOUR OF THE SEASONS PAUSE
TO SHOW OFF ALL THE GREENS FROM THE MASTER'S BRUSH
THAT CAN THE IRISH HUES EMBARRASSMENT CAUSE
WHEN GLIMPSED, THE HUNDREDS OF PIGMENTS VERDANT FLUSH
BLUE, YELLOW, GOLD, PALE GREENS ON BIRDS, TREES, FLOWERS AND SNAKES
GREENS FROM VALLEYS, HILLS AND DOWN TO COASTAL SEA-GREEN
DIFFERENT COLOURS, TINGES AND TINTS ALL GREENS OF DIFFERENT MAKES
HERE WHERE MY LOVE AND I HAVE CHOSEN TO STAY
AMIDST ALL THE ABUNDANCE OF NATURES GREEN ARRAY
WHERE PEACE AND ORDER STILL RULES THE DAY
AND THE WORLDS TRAUMAS HAVE PASSED US BY
BECAUSE THERE'S NO WHERE FURTHER SOUTH ONE CAN FLY
SO OTHER LANDS THEIR PAINTED DYES ONTO US TRY AND LAY
BUT THE MASTER ARTIST HIS FINAL STROKE HERE AT THE FOOT DID PLY.
I can’t eat those greens
Greens are ugly things
Could you eat them, if I show you how?
I can’t eat them like a rabbit
I can’t eat them like cow
I can’t eat them like anything
I don’t want to learn how
I can’t eat those greens
Greens are ugly things
Would you like them with pepper or salt?
I don’t like them with pepper
I don’t like them with salt
I don’t like them on my plate
Serving Greens to me must halt!
I can’t eat those greens
Greens are ugly things
Could you eat them cooked or raw?
I can’t eat them if they’re cooked
I can’t eat them if their raw
I can’t eat fixed anyway
I CAN’T EAT THEM, Ma & Pa
I can’t eat those greens
Greens are ugly things
Turnip Greens
Yesterday times were hard.
In October '29.
The mills "cut out" depression came,
The economy declined.
Stocks fell down and rich men died.
Black Tuesday brought disaster.
They jumped from windows on that day,
Cause money was their master.
In the embattled south folks starved,
The barefoot masses cried.
Men rode the rails in search of work;
And honest people died.
But in the winter grew a leaf;
A bit of hope it seems.
It fed the simple country folk,
The noble turnip green.
It is a hardy little plant;
that can stand both cold and rain,
The more you pick the more it grows
The farmer was sustained.
You boil the turnip in a pot;
Accompanied by it's greens.
A little fat is also nice,
If it's within your means.
My Daddy lived a good long life,
And ate things fine and nice.
He had both steak and crawfish,
And also beans and rice.
But he was grateful to the thing;
That saved his life back then.
Turnip greens were more than food;
They were his dear sweet friend.
Somewhere there on heavens shore,
If these are things we know;
He's got a little patch of greens;
To watch, to tend, and hoe.