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Premium Member Beneath the Copper Trees

Enhanced by peaceful solitude, in twilight, crimson crowned
She stood in tensile grace, unmoved.  Enchantment in disguise
Lightly splashed by back light, where the tender grass had grown

A white tailed doe, was grazing there, aware and keen of eye
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet, still she had not flown
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?

Or take a step, in chance my foot might rustle twig or loam?
This stance of wills,...intense and poised.  Would she dare to flee?
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet still she had not flown

A monumental moment, as she stood before my eyes
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise 

Caressed in beauty, and sun embraced, revealed for me alone
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down

Eyes made of glass, as windows are, in which the iris tongue
We made no move...each one transfixed, no air in lungs to breathe
So inter-laced, with life force crossed, in universal one
Our spirits twined against the sky, beneath the copper trees


                     
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Categories: perked, fantasy, trust,
Form: Terzanelle

Premium Member Sipping Coffee

“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”

Whether it's perked or left to drip
I drink coffee after I quip,
"Cool enough not to burn my lip."
Ahh... that first sip     Ahh... that first sip

A spoon of sugar, splash of cream
Aroma woke me from a dream
From the cup rises vapor steam
In sunlight's gleam    In sunlight's gleam

My eyes savor the morning scene
More than the flavor of caffein
I hear songbirds as they convene
Their songs serene    Their songs serene

I'm content after yawns and sighs
Enjoying a cup at sunrise
As dawn chooses to colorize
Aurora skies       Aurora skies

I recognize God's hand in this
Reminding me not to dismiss
These moments as if nature's kiss
A time of bliss       A time of bliss

My cup and sunlight keep me warm
Daybreak serves as a tranquil balm
Reading scripture nurtures my calm
A hallowed psalm    A hallowed psalm
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: perked, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Awakened From a Deep Sleep

In the sunshine on the living-room rug
     Sparkles was asleep in the sun
     How I longed to give her a hug
      He ears perked up from her sleep
       When she heard a Dove's sing
        Quickly she bounded
         To the glass door
          On the floor
           She sat
            Stared
Categories: perked, bird, cat, sunshine,
Form: Etheree

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Premium Member Academic Proverbs

A passage, I read,
in the book of Academic Proverbs,
"Seize the day
and reach for the stars".
Along with many others like
"Follow your dreams,
don't sell yourself short,
and raise the bar".
There was no doubt the wisdom
behind these words.
They resonated well with me
until I got to thinking...

... who created the day
that I'm seizing too?
Who created the stars
that I'm reaching for?
When so many things
must work so perfectly
just to keep me alive,
who am I to ask for more?
The sky is the limit
when it comes to one's dreams.
But who might I ask
gave me the feet
so that I may chase them?
My eyes take in
the beauty of moonbeams.
My ears are perked for
the rustling of the wild oak.
It's always Me, Myself and I
is that not the way it seems?
Life beckons me forward,
but no, that's not all she wrote.

"Seize the day
and reach for the stars"
Profound words,
indeed they are.
But certainly not
everything...

... not by far.
Categories: perked, allegory, faith, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Among the Copper Trees

Enhanced by peaceful solitude, in twilight, crimson crowned
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise
Lightly splashed in backlight, where the tender grass had grown

A monumental moment, as she stood before my eyes
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise 

Caressed in beauty, and sun embraced, revealed for me alone
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down

A white tailed doe, was grazing there, aware and keen of eye
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet, still she had not flown
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?

Or take a step, in chance my foot could rustle twig or loam?
This stance of wills...intense and poised, a fleeting chance to flee
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet still she had not flown

Eyes made of glass, as windows are, in which the iris tongue
We made no move...each one transfixed, no air in lungs to breathe
So inter-laced, with life force crossed, in universal one
Our spirits twined against the sky, beneath the copper trees
Categories: perked, beauty, nature, spiritual,
Form: Terzanelle

Premium Member Randy Rudolph

`Twas Christmas Eve and in the air a chill 
Rudolph had to stand down cos he felt ill
Santa started to panic
So he sent for a medic 
Who in error gave Rudolph a blue pill.

He soon perked up and was raring to go
Santa was pleased and shouted ho ho ho
But then a surprise 
Between the stags thighs
Rudolphs man thing was beginning to grow.

Surprised Santa just looked on in dismay 
As Rudolph managed to break from the sleigh
A deer park he went
Picked up some doe's scent 
And with every doe had his wicked way. 


Written 7th December 2020. 
Christmas Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Alexis Y.
Categories: perked, humor,
Form: Limerick


Supress It

i tell you, a story of our love,
in my mind it replays,
my body begging for another day,
when our skin touches flawlessly,
my legs spread without my will,
between them grows warmer still,
tighter, yet waiting, wide open,
my heart beneath my chest, 
pounds at its request,
my nipples perked on my breasts,
my toes slowly curl,
lost within my own world,
my story lost to you,
while im breathing like a fool,
just thinking about this man,
whos holds my heart in his hands,
the place between my thighs,
gets wet as i get high,
off the thoughts of my baby,
god im so glad that im his lady,
my eyes close on their own, 
and i must supress a moan,
my body aching for him,
just a touch, just a kiss,
just to rock my begging hips,
rubbing myself on him,
this doesnt make me  wh0re
it just means ive found what i wanted, 
and so so much more,
ready to be pleased,
ready to please him,
my mind runs away wild,
when my thoughts turn to him,
my body does the talking,
my brain just keeps on walking,
i hide it all away,
behind a sly smile,
till the end of the day,
mmmmmh,
there i go,
mmmmmmh,
end of the show,
mmmmmmh,
i only need to think of him,
till im begging for more again (;
Categories: perked, art, heart, body, heart,
Form:

Premium Member Only Slade's Brain

Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat
Not really qualified, just a rancher at that
He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade
Caught red handed in a cattle raid

The jury took ten minutes to recommend the noose
Better than letting this rattlesnake loose.
Tim smoothed out his robe, asked Slade to speak
Slade perked up, though his future was bleak

"It was only my brain, my brain it was me.
Badly constructed, that's how I plea
My thoughts, my feelings, my crooked way
All preprogrammed in my DNA!

"You see Dad was a member of the cardshop mob
Mom always drunk, and moreover a slob
My twin set a cat on fire at the age of three
So, who could predict much hope for me?

Tim panicked, searched his dictionary
Couldn't find DNA, wished he was on the prairie
He had never heard that excuse before
But said to Slade, "proceed, tell us more"

Slade felt hope, and got on a roll
He said "ain't no such thing as a soul'
"I know the computer hasn't been invented yet
"But we're programmed, coded, our path in life set!

"I shot a man to watch him die
Then partied at the bar for an alibi
Not my fault, an MRI would have shown
My limbic system, quiet as a stone.

The jury murmured, Tim gave a sigh
What was a computer, or an MRI?
Slade's nonsense was going too far
Slade could have used a lesson in better P.R.

Tim said, "I hope what you say is not true
I like soul and spirit, the afterlife too.
But either way, some feelings I can't transcend
My brain wants your pointless existence to end!

They planned to hang Slade on the Alder tree
Justice would be served, jury did agree
Then Slade tried a ploy, to explain his crime
He yelled "I'm a traveler through time!"

"I come from the year 2024
DNA, MRI, computers and more
Got stuck in a time warp, had to survive
You'd do the same to stay alive"

They had to let Slade go, agreed he's insane
Tim didn't like to do it, it went against the grain
But Deadwood Flats couldn't hang a guy
Who believed in computers, DNA, and MRI!
Categories: perked, humor, time, western,
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Memory Triggered By a Purple Pencil

MEMORY TRIGGERED BY A PURPLE PENCIL
A reponse to Caren Krutsinger’s Pay the Purple Pencil Penalty Please

sick
in bed
not now
then

daddy
worked for
i.b.m.

simpler times
not now
but
then

to soothe
my pain
dad
brought home
a
glitzy pen

decorations
that lit
up
my eyes

danced me
back
to health

poet
in me
perked up,
colors

could have been
kaleidoscopically
whirling ~
a
mirror ball
treasure,

rainbow crystals
glittering
on the ceiling,
tactile

a friend
reminded me
today
of
this simple
gesture

love
accepts
a pen
or purple
pencil

and doesn’t play dead

you
seem “floored”

as you
look up
at the “pirate queen”

she sees the scintilla of your eyelids
peers
into the opening ~
she’s 
no
fool

you burst out
laughing

7/5/2020
Categories: perked, memory,
Form: Free verse

It Takes a Whole Village To Raise a Child: the Farmer

It Takes A Whole Village to Raise a Child: The Farmer

It has been said that it takes a whole village
To raise a child; How does a farmer help
Families raise the children?

Farmers live near the village; and together,
Everyone helps raise the children.
How do they help?

The farmers near the village grow food to sell.
They plant, tend, and harvest vegetable crops.
Veggies: lettuce, beets, cucumber, and tomatoes
Collard greens, cabbage, onions, and potatoes
Green beans, artichoke, peanuts, the list and work
Goes on and on and on— 
Farmers hire many workers to harvest their many crops.
Products are then, sold and sent to many vendors.
Although there are still some independent farmers,
Some farmers, like those in olden days, grow on rural farms.
Families, men, women, and children working together,
Using hoes, beasts of burden and hand plows to work the soil.
Children helping along side watching adult examples—
However, these days, big agriculture businesses own farms. 
They use huge machinery to operate their many acres.
Food producing farms: planting and harvesting to feed masses.
Their products, like smaller independent farmers’ products,
Are sent to markets in their homelands and abroad.
In the process of providing food and cotton for people,
Agriculture businesses and farmers alike set examples.
Good or bad, the children watch wide eyed
And ears perked!
Categories: perked, food, on work and
Form: Narrative

Squirrel

SquirrelDartingHereAndThere.
        m
   u         p
J               s!
Still.
On it s	    a      e
	c      tt       rs.
FULL of LIFE. 
ChasedAwayByThe neighborhood dog.
Still. 
Always listening.
Ears Perked.
ROAR!
      A
SP      T
      L
Gone.


|[Oli_12]|
Categories: perked, angst, animal, crazy, death,
Form: Concrete

Old Dog

Fourteen came and went that year and as his light grew dim;
I thought of time so swiftly passed since life gave breath to him.
I stroked him and I held him near, remembering moments flown;
The sunny day, late in spring, when first I brought him home.

This tale not told of canine nerve or valor laced with fame,
Instead the story of two friends and what their lives became.
A story of long years attending one another’s cause,
Baths and brushes, meals and play, wet fur and muddy paws.

A young dog then, almost a pup: all full of fun and play.
Embedded in my heart so deep; I hoped he'd always stay.
Each early morn we'd walk our walk to tend the needs of day, 
Before I earned our daily bread, those many miles away.

And every time I left my home, the last that I would see,
A faithful face in window space: waiting there for me.
Still sitting there in patient pose at time of each day’s end.
The little dog back in his place; my loyal, canine friend.

After dinner we would take our evening walk for two:
Companions seeing seasons pass, as time so quickly flew.
Then I retired from my work, now with him every day.
Our walks grew few and shorter, with less, much gentler play.

Soft brown eyes at one time bright, grew milky with his failing sight.
Ears still perked for every sound, began to let the old dog down.
Then came the day his body said his spirit should be free: 
Allowed to soar to lofty heights, while I must stay and grieve.

With all the love and courage, the good Lord could provide;
I stood and held my dear old friend: I wept and then he died.
I sit, reflect, relive our time; I was his joy and he was mine.
And with all this, these thoughts old friend; I'll tell you now,
as I told you then . . .

On down the road and around a bend, where there's no painful, 
certain end; God's will, we'll do it all again!


© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
Categories: perked, dog, friendship, love, sad,
Form: Narrative

Premium Member A Beach Within My Reach

I am a basset hound and I love to play
I can run and jump all day
I really love magic and tricks
I also love chocolate bics
Yummy! They are so good 
I would eat a packet a day if I could
My name is Lady and here is a story all about me
I'm a funny looking dog you see:


Lady was home alone
All she had was her green plastic bone
Her owners had gone out for the day
And Lady really wanted   to play
Miserable, she lay on the ground with her long floppy ears
With watery eyes, it seemed as though she was about to burst into tears
Suddenly she perked up when she heard a squeaking sound coming from the house
Lady became excited, she hoped it was a mouse
She barked out loud and ran towards the sound
Lady was such a clever basset hound
With her long nose, she sniffed out the little mouse in his hiding place
The whole morning turned into a playful ‘dog and mouse’ chase!
The mouse was too fast for her and escaped through a small crack in the wall
He was terrified of this funny looking dog who stood two feet tall
Exhausted, Lady flopped down in her basket to rest
She had tried her very, very best
She closed her eyes and had a long nap
And dreamt that she managed to squeeze through the scary dog flap
When Lady woke up, her throat felt dry
She needed a gallon of water to drink and she alone knew why!
The sun was shining and it was hot
She found her bowl and gulped down the lot
Lady looked at the new dog flap
She lifted up one of her paws and gave it a sharp tap
She took a chance and pushed herself through the gap
Relief flooded through her, she had made it out of the flap
Out in the sun
It was time for more fun
Lady headed to the beach
It wasn’t far, within her reach
Calm blue sea with the tiniest of waves
Grottos and amazing caves
Lady’s paw marks were all over the sand
She loved to play by the sea and on land
Cool air blew around her as she splashed around in the sea
What a great feeling it was to be free!
The aroma of food was all around
She was always hungry, this hilarious hound
An ice-cream van was parked nearby
Lady drooled and just stood by
A young couple spotted the little dog sitting down on her own
Her sad brown eyes caught their attention, they each bought her a cone
Lady wished that she could shout
She clenched both cones in her mouth
She licked off the chocolate ice-cream and wolfed down the rest
Categories: perked, adventure, children, dog, kids,
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Have a Great Weekend

A funny do is a funny don't
Don't believe me?
Say I tell you "do talk nonsense"
It means you make no sense
So don't
If I tell you "do cheer up"
You will be so perked up
So you don't do it any more
Lol believe me yet?
No?
If I tell you "do do it"
You are going to think I order you
So you don't do it
Psychology my friend
Ahh what do I know?
Hey nobody is going to feel down okay?
Because it is weekend
Starting right now
You can leave the work load behind
Don't take home with you
It can be alone for a few days
No point of having it impeded on your weekend
This time is yours
Still feeling down? 
Just think somebody thinks you're wonderful
I wonder who
Me you fool
Anyhow try to have a cheery weekend
And I will talk to you later
Categories: perked, cool, faith, fun, funny,
Form: Free verse

A Journey In Time-Grandparents Sunday

Take a journey back with me
To a time not long ago
When families met for Sunday brunch
To Grandma's house we'd go

We sat down at the table
Sharing stories of our week
We listened in contently
And took our turn to speak

The smell was so relaxing
Each meal was cooked with love
On a porch swing you would learn of life
And all the lessons of

Their stories spoke of better times
Yet seemed so hard to us
Money wasn't in demand
Your neighbors you could trust

The front door was always open
No need to lock the door
Crime was not a problem then
Each person shared the chores

A coffee pot always on
Perked for those who came
They'd enter in as strangers
But leave as friends we'd made

The practiced chord of a polka song
Would fill the air with joy
To hear it now takes me back
To when I was a boy

They'd fix their homes with what they had
Even if it didn't match
But character made it look
Like it was built from scratch

Stuff was always much more fun
Cause they'd let us get away
With things that mom and dad would not
And we could play all day

They worked real hard for what they had
Yet on Sunday they gave praise
I long to have those times come back
Oh how I miss those days

I hope to pass on down the line
The way that I was raised
And tell the stories of those times
And hope they do the same

I thank you Heavenly Father
For the time we got to spend
But chances are those days are gone
They'll never come again
Categories: perked, childhood, family, grandfather, grandmother,
Form: Rhyme
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