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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...
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009
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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
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Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
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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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Copyright © Norman Purvis | Year Posted 2007
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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
Copyright © Lena Pate | Year Posted 2009
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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
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2010
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*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.
Copyright © Busaba Patanawiroj | Year Posted 2011
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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.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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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.
Copyright © Rosalie Risley | Year Posted 2005
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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".
Copyright © Sharderra Duke | Year Posted 2009
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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
Copyright © Richard Pickett | Year Posted 2009
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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
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017
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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?
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2005
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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
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2005
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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.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017
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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 :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013
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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...
Copyright © Charles Mwalimu | Year Posted 2013
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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.
Copyright © elizabeth landon-lane | Year Posted 2012
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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?
Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday | Year Posted 2014
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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
Copyright © Louis Spence | Year Posted 2012
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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.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2012
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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 cock.
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.
Copyright © Albert A. Olofinnika | Year Posted 2011
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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.
Copyright © Catherine Trout | Year Posted 2014
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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...
Copyright © Ryan Jackson | Year Posted 2011
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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.
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010
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I'm lost in the sound,
lost in the music,
trapped in the decibel,
caged by the keys,
hidden in the rhythm.
The maze of harmony
complicates my gyrations
controls my movements.
Encore, over and again
is the pattern of this composition
I'm lost in the sound,
i dont wanna be found.
Copyright © Kolapo Olapoju | Year Posted 2012
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