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Labyrinth

silk dreams

 weave a path
 of ancient memories

leading me towards a shared destiny 
with my ancestors

blessing me with visions
 they dreamt

and now I see





~inspired by my interest in finding and walking 'labyrinths' around the Midwest...

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Joy of Life

Open the windows.
Open the doors.
Let the glorious sunshine in.
Remove the dust.
From the floors.

Listen, the birds are singing.
A happy, happy tune.
In April, May and June.
Live life to the full.
It's never dull.

Feel the vibrations.
And the thrill.
Over whelming you.
Stirring your soul.
Lifting you up.
To where you belong.
Begin the day with a song.

Life is wonderful and a joy.
It's there for you to enjoy.
To the country side.
And the sea., I go.
I  hope to meet you there, you know..

I feel I want to shout out loud.
To thank, whoever made it so.
Made nature grow.
The sun to glow.
The flowers to bloom.
Come out of your lonely room.
I hope to see you soon.

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Cathedral Spiritual

Pink and grey walls rise like castle parapets
Reflecting the sunrise in golden hues
I ride along the canyon to the sound of leather
Creaking softly in the tranquil mountain air

Sweat and horse, with layers of dust
Well worn jeans against a speckled hide
Gently swaying in a unified rhythm
Languidly haze swirling about our feet

Around the bend we startle snow geese
Flocks floating, rising, settling serenely
Angling, landings against the lapping waters
Black tipped wings against wintry white

Sandhill cranes foraging for cutthroat trout
Reflecting blue beside the meandering creek
Majestically standing, patiently waiting
Blue dragon flies dancing within their reach

Off the beaten path we wander
Past yucca swaying in the breeze
O’er grama blue as sky beneath us
Cushioned carpet of pine and peat

Rock squirrels scurry across a Douglas fir
Scolding woodpeckers on a burnt oak tree
The chorus is merged by the hoot of an owl
And the clip clop against rocks as we proceed

Canopies of piñon line the trail
Mixtures of conifer shade the landscape
Grey blue greens with clusters of sienna
Cathedral spiritual within an ageless solitude

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MERCURYS DREAM

Falling riffs like spangled gold,
And sounding drums seem to explode
A surge of tapping, dancing feet,
The piano’s notes, mon coeur entreat.
Cherie amour the air is ''sweet'', so silver laced,
Each face reflects another’s shine
As endeavours fruit is taken in
Like fragrant mellow wine.


© Joe Maverick 03-08-2010

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Secret Garden

*Secret Garden*

Go back to natural beauty, unwind
Bury and soak into this, I unsigh
Seein' a landscape, large and high
Seasonal flowers, anywhere so wild

Garden hums with life, colors lyin'
Beyond my reaching, my eyes blinded
Ties of scent flowers, let time flies
Fascinated and exotic, much that I cry

Beauty in flowers, awakes my mind
Even briefly, it's significant prize
In one's innermost, all men can find
True nature of being, vigor of mankind

The secret garden, greatest is the mind
There's a sacred place, where true beauty lies.

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THE HIKE

Blossom of baby's breath,soft white
Dusted my shoes in the morning light;
Brushing gorse,crusted yellow
Over the stream with weeping willow;
Into the wood of rush patterned lace
Across a meadow at a slower pace;
Along the cowslip filled track
Under clouds,edged blue-black;
A storm erupted on the scene
Shadowing the pastures a pastel green.

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IMMORTAL ROLLING RIVER

A ribbon of blue snakes through the hills
Carving its path as it meanders along
Rushing and gushing down to the sea
Burbling and gurgling, hear it singing a song

Watch it dancing around with a will of its own
Freely flowing until the end of time
Shimmying over pebbles and rocks 
Its unconfined movement is simply divine

It will live on as long as rain falls from the skies
The end of the world will be the river’s demise


I Form Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings

02~23~17

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The Wreath, A Soldier Chronicle pt. 1

A fine mist, hovers close to the ground,
But it cannot be a fog.

It cannot be, it's a hundred and three,
This is desert, not a bog.

Strain as I may, I still cannot see,
The earth, that lies beneath.

Until a man, comes into view,
He gently sets a wreath.

My camera softly clicks, but once,
At the Solemn view,

I caught his eye, he walked my way,
And whispered " who are you"

I said, I'm taking photographs,
To chronicle this fight,

Just then, the mist began to clear,
My eyes beheld the sight,

For what happened here, the night before,
The worst I had ever seen.

I could not bring myself to shoot,
I just could not believe,

The soldier pointed out a patch,
On a dead mans arm,

The Stars and Stripes,smeared with blood,
Protects me from all harms.

I bowed my head, tears filled my eyes,
At the carnage I did see,

These men and women lying here,
Bravely died for me.

As I raised my head, to thank him,
The soldier with the wreath,

He briskly turned, stood up straight,
I could barely breath,

He raised a stiff hand, to his brim,
Slowly let it fall,

Then suddenly he disappeared,
If not there at all.

I walked among the fallen troops,
Looked down, could not believe,

The soldier that lay below me,
Was the one that set the wreath.


  To the Soldiers of Desert Storm

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Oneness

I dream of a day
when there is total blending.
Like sombiant in host.
the self extension that is self.
Total penetration in each other.
The discussion of eyes,
the echo of embrace.
My time wants in your love,
like brook surrounds stone
like breeze shivers tree.

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The Challenging Winds

As hurricane Katrina has came and gone, "the challenging winds can do no wrong".
As hurricane Katrina did left many dead and homeless, "the prompt of prayers can
imprint the mind to be-strong!!
Not all it its path did away with the cries, "the challenging winds attacks only in the nite".
O'Challenging wind why do you communicate so ruthless and powerfull. Do you
seek in your path-of-destruction-the need to evacuate. The contact of the history is
the guiding forces that compliment the need for the rain that came. O'Hurricane, O'Hurr-
icane, please come again. :What you did on New Orleans, will never make-us "friends".

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Immortal Bucolic Painting


He ran the palm of his hand across the canvas,
Felt its soft, smooth surface, excellent fabric.
It was well primed with gesso, and he was sure
The end result would be an immortal masterpiece.

       The quintessential fragrance of daffodils,
           a carpet of yellows in secluded woodlands,
       newborn lambs on wobbly legs bleating for milk,
           bees irresistibly drawn to luscious nectar.
       male cotton less cottonwood trees flourish
          as do the blooming peach trees erupting in fruit.
       And birds flying here and there, chirping delightfully.

       On one side a cottage, beautifully thatched,
          with a rivulet wending its way from the water mill, 
       on the other, a bench beneath an alder leaf birch.
         There sat a young maiden fair to behold,
       on his knees was a young shepherd hand outstretched,
          barely touching, proposing, as she smiles happily.

The painter looked satisfied.  It had taken days
But finish it he did.  The Museum would be satisfied.
After all weren’t all his vast landscapes immortal?




21 February 2017

Placed 4

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From St. Simon's island

I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing the sand pebbles,
Creating swishing, swashing sounds,
I hear hissing, rustling sounds of the wind.

I see some gliding fishing boats there,
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here,
On the horizon floating ships still further,
Surfers trying to get rides on the waves here.

I watch people running strolling and sunning,
The sun is about to set on the horizon,
With a promise to rise anew tomorrow morning,
Like the human ambitions and desires unknown.

I notice the crabs scurry somewhere hiding,
The scooping pelicans with mouthful of fish,
Leaving the smooth bed of sand, water receding,
All sounds now receding to its minimum hiss.

Come, Grace, getting away from the turmoil,
It is the time for us to be in tranquility to coil?

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God's Immortal Peace

Alone in my living room, I am at peace
pondering Immanuel, incarnate God.
Moving to my garden where lilies speak peace;
they know an Intercessor who cares for them.
Walking thru the neighborhood, I wave in peace
at friends whose Inspiration is a blessing.
Reaching the park, I continue on in peace
feeling my soul's Indwelling Spirit at work.
Watching adults and children at peaceful play,
amazed at the Invisible God's presence
I reason on my own immortality.
 
written February 28, 2017
an idyll for Broken Wings'  Form I (Immortal Theme) contest.

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to my future daugter

 To my future daughter.
This world is a disgusting place
This world will not allow you to be fragile
I have grown to learn.
You and I are made of iron and steel. 
I have several dents but no one has managed to break me. 
I have pieces that have been chipped away but as my mother always told me it shows how strong we truly are. 
I've fought my way through life as it tried to drag me down with temptation and lust.
I've fought wars within myself because I wished to be made of satin and silk. 
I've tried to cover my tough skin with a fragile exterior but that doesn't work for us, dear. 
Our hearts have a way to beam with light.
We are here to help people heal both body and mind
And I am so so so very sorry to have to tell you
That you can not heal those who wish to stay wounded.
You will try to stay and help them, 
But they will curse you even with their dying breath. 
Even if you have spent countless hours taking care of them, making sure they are fed. 
Bathed.
Clothed.
They will still blame you for their misery.
Your heart is one most rare, 
It is both a curse and a blessing. 
There is no way to block it.
I've tried to block it out with cigarettes, drugs, and liquor.
But I am afraid there is no cure for those pure of heart.
You will see the good in everyone. 
Even the blackest of hearts. 
It will make you vulnerable. 
It will cause you to go blind to their cruelty. 
It will break your heart in every way imaginable. 
And in the end, you will still be able to stand,
And laugh in the face of their hate,
Because they don't see their own beauty, 
They don't see their own light,
So they continue to live in darkness. 
They continue to hate what they cannot see.
Keep your heart close to you always.
But never be afraid to love,
I wish for you to love fearlessly and unforgivingly.
Never let someone define your worth,
Live as though you are scared of nothing. 
Laugh like a lunatic and smile all the time. 
Allow yourself to show compassion and forgiveness even when it is not deserved. 
Your mom is always here for you, 
And i will never let you fall too hard. 
But you do have to fall sometimes 
But only sometimes. 
i beg you
never forget
 you aren't made of wood and clay
or from bricks and mortar
Nor silver and gold. 
But of iron and steel.

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Widowed

Do raindrops know
when dandelions cry
flowing flaxen feelings 
like honeysuckle hues
cuddling a marigold morning
Will weeping willows wake
parched parades of poppies
silted by searing seasons
stigmas of seedless seduction 
shadowed by stormy sunsets
Can rainbows of renaissance
twist tulip tongues 
so stamens of wilted whispers
oscillate osmotic overtures
of pistil pardon
Do thundering trumpets 
mourn misty meadows
when dandelions cry 
tides of tawny tears
widowed in floating fields of life

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We Found Love

Every time we fight,
fight over nothing,
I realize how hard
it is to live
without you,

Every time I look at
your photo,
And remember your
smile,
Your touch,
Your breathing
Love burns in my
heart
Lighting the embers
in my soul
No one baby, no one
can put off this
fire
No one baby, no one
can quench the
thirst I have,
For your love,
Adoration

We find love in
every argument,
In every second we
look at each other,
We found love, that
sweet day in the
rain
A love that lives
on...

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- Old But Still Beautiful -

 

                                 A garden fence worn by the weather
                            The entrance port screaming in the breeze
                               The paint is peeling off many years ago
                                Inside the port where it grows timothy
                                     between weeds and dead roots

                           An old and weather worn houses in the garden
                                 The house has its soul, but no people
                                   A long time ago, a beautiful home
                                       Much joy, laughter and love
                              in this old house and the uncared garden

                          The roses are deep red and is a beautiful sight
                                    they creep up the unpainted wall
                                   and cover almost the entire house
                                  A beautiful carpet of deep red roses
                           There is a forgotten garden that lives its own life





16.08.2013
A-L  Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

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A LITTLE PATIENCE

A little patience,
Tomorrow shall come
And you’ll be a day older.
Just a little patience,
The egg shall hatch
And the chick shall be ****.

A little patience, 
The night will be over
And morning shall come.
Just a little patience,
What shall come shall come
And will not wait.

A little patience,
What was lost could be found
And be possessed again.
Just a little patience,
You’ll have your wish
And your dreams come true.

A little patience,
What looks scanty will be plenty
And be more than enough.
Just a little patience,
What was planted would be ripe
And ready for harvest.

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A Fine Young Woman

In the manner of lovers
I embrace the dream.
In the nature of solitude
I cherish your desire.

It is an act without intention,
The cause remote;
And I am in the web of it
With all the others.

A little mad
With all this exotic experience...

Such a fine young woman,
Bemused and unresisting...
And a little mad,
Like the rest of us.

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ROSIE

 
She stands beautiful, pride in the sky 
The first lady of my countryside 
Watching over both town and tide 
I'm gonna climb her one more time before I die.  

When death annuls my mortal toil 
Bury me not in alien soil...

Cast my ashes way up there 
High into the Cleveland air 
One hard morning still and fair off Rosie  
Watch them come driftin' down 
Settled now on hallowed ground 
Home at last, safe and sound on Rosie 

Madly mystical in summer's glow 
Autumn colours enhance her so 
The Winter maiden decked out in snow 
Flowers in Spring begin again her wonder show 

Cast my ashes way up there 
High into the Cleveland air 
One hard morning still and fair off Rosie 
Watch them come a-driftin' down 
Settled now on hallowed ground 
Home at last, safe and sound on Rosie. 

In a graveyard not far from her 
There's a gravestone cherished with care 
The last haven my parents share 
Maybe my dust in the north wind's gust will carry there. 


Cast my ashes way up there 
High into the Cleveland air 
One hard morning still and fair off Rosie 
Watch them come a-driftin' down 
Settled now on hallowed ground 
Home at last, safe and sound on Rosie.

 HEAR ME SING THIS IN CONCERT ON YOUTUBE: Louis Spence.Rosie Song.  

THANK YOU

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The Dream

This life has turned around 
many curves past many 
beautiful places that have 
beckoned me to stop and walk 
among the wild flowers.

I have stopped to walk among 
the wild flowers bending low to 
smell and gaze at their intricate 
colors wondering if there is 
anyone out there that would pull 
me down and explore the 
wonders of this world ?

I look for a woman to complete 
me to bring to my world what I 
can not give.

I dream of a woman that I will 
pour a bath for , light candles 
for that I will wash her back in 
the moon light and ask her to 
dance to the sound of the 
waves.

 I dream of a woman I smell on 
the breeze , who's eyes I swim 
in dropping all pretenses on the 
shore. My skin is so soft that a 
baby will coo when she touches 
my chest. 

She would appreciate me not 
for my beauty, but even more 
for the beauty inside my soul.

She has a smile that comes 
from inside and some would say 
rivals the sun. 

She will move with confidence 
and she will look for a man 
whose touch is tender and this 
touch awakens all who meet 
him to the fact that there is love 
in this world.

When ever she is near I will not 
be able to contain myself and 
my body will respond 
automatically pulling her gently 
to me. 

My heart will always want to 
make her smile. Yet she is no 
twig to be broken. 

She is strong and resilient like a 
willow bending but never 
braking in the wind. 

Her sadnesses is deep he knows 
the pain of this world, but her 
joy brightens a room. 

She calls to the man in me to 
love her so deeply, to find every 
way to pleasure her and she 
wants to do the same.

I could hold, kiss , make love to 
her all day and she would beam 
when we stepped outside to go 
for a swim. These are my 
dreams this is the heart I carry. 

I am gentle and I am 
independent but I love oh so 
deeply! Is it you my woman?

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A Man and His Dog

A Man and His Dog

His step, though slow, determined still.
He’s older now less strength than will.
His hair is white upon his brow
as time, the thief, her gifts endow.

He stops beside a running stream
to rest awhile, to sit and dream
upon a rough cut beech wood log,
And by his feet his faithful dog.

The dog’s old too, with muzzle grey,
No more the pup to run and play.
She lies content in gentle sun
Her master near, her work now done.

I watch them from my window high,
And feel a loss, a stab of pain.
I firmly fix in my mind’s eye
this peaceful scene, to watch again.

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Snowflakes

Circ’ling down in brilliant whiteness,
Sett’ling here upon the ground;
Blowing now about the bushes,
Making patterns straight and round.

Perfect beauty, perfect whiteness
Now assails my clouded sight;
Spread unbroken o’er the mountains,
Sparkling brightly in the light.

Microscopic detailed order;
No two flakes were e’re the same:
All designed in sep’rate order;
Who this wondrous tho’t can frame?

Who decreed this awesome order,
Who these details tho’t and planned?
Who made clouds to grace the heavens,
Spread the snowflakes with His hand?

Jesus Christ and God the Father,
And the Spirit, three in one,
Planned and formed, decreed and ordered,
Till this blessed deed was done.

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He loves me, he loves me not

My favorite flower, I'm sure we all must have one       Grows wild in fields beneath the sun   Symbolizes innocence and youth     Colors of white and yellow shining truth      Many an hour I would bear    Making chains around my neck I would wear        The nicest place on the side of a hill      Water below the quaking of ducks I hear them still          Lying back with my friends getting lazy       Amongst my favorite flower the daisy.

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Love thought

My eternal love is with you,
never shall it die, 
weaken, nor be faded by life's unkind gratitude.

Wherever your body and mind takes your beauty,
my arms will protect you,

keep you warm.

I'll give my soul,
and heart for you  to keep,
if you should return it,
it'll always be warmth from your touch,
Until my last beat...