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The Forest

"What happens in the forest stays in the forest"

The trees are trimmed, 
The leaves on the ground 
Proposing passion, sweet mist
Naked with nothing to bare or wear
Nature's breath lightens the atmosphere
She breathes in, he breathes out
The auditory sensation of rain 
   - drums down and deepens
The course is near its end, 
Deep in this forest night
A Gentleman among the trees, 
Hibernating new seeds 

"On the other side of the forest"
He guides a path, with ebony eyes
A convincing vent, I accept
The fear is broken, I sleep in glee
The whispers disappear 
Drying in peace by the secret bayou 
Broad leaves lay under raw landscape
Lulled by the chills he quills
A quarter past midnight 
Mr Romantic
   - prepares the new sheets of Winter. 

11-11-15
~*~

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August rains

The steadily falling cold August rains
Continue to pour upon Cheshires lanes;
Over flattening fields of soddened wheat,
Soaking the grass, splashing the feet.

Stands the Combine in the shed;
The unripened apples hanging rosy red.
Stands the caped heron all alone -
His glinting eye as cold as stone.

And in amongst the many puddles
We step around like our troubles:
So lurch ahead with our retreat
Like drunken fools in the street.

And through this months darkly frowns
The cleansing downpours wash the towns;
Scrubs the spire from ingrained time -
Absolves the guilt from the crime!

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SEASONS GRACE

SONNET – SEASONS GRACE

The hem of nature floats as seasons blend
with winter’s lasting days now lost and spent,
as endless summer frozen shadows mend
without the youthful feelings of lament.
In distant land where future dreams ascend
beneath the southern sky of golden light,
by heaven‘s gift a love of life transcends
on landscapes tranquil beauty’s kind delight.
As graceful night unfolds its cast on day
with morning dew of many coloured hues,
and sunrise magic cuddles shoreline's bay,
the warmth of life another love renews.

With fervor I adore the seasons grace,
as nature's peaceful fairness I embrace.


T.J Grén
18th June, 2016

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Four Sisters

Spring stirs her eager young
Giving life, renewed to those
Who stand about and doze
She whispers hope of things begun
Beneath winter's cold repose.

Summer, smiling golden rays
With ample breasts of rain
Feeds and soothes the pain
Of changing white to green to gray
While dressing her wards again.

Fall, donning multicolored hues
Weeps, her leaves cascading
As her life is brilliantly fading
She takes with her the morning dew
Leaving frost in the trading.

Winter, wearing crystal shards
Bares her nudity to all
Standing gracefully tall
She lays a white robe upon my yard
While singing her wanton call.

And I..., I sit patiently by
Watching through shielding glass
Four sisters marching past
Thanking God who dwells on high
For His daughters' stark contrasts.


                    Timothy I. Brumley
,

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Spring Bud

                                
                                 
                                  
                                 
                                
                                 My 
                               breath
                          shivers under  
                       a rug of loneliness,
                    a sleepy heart huddles
                   against such memories 
                 of togetherness and not of 
               goodbyes, hating to disperse 
               the fiery rhymes of your lips, 
                as well as the warmth of its 
                 sweat...tastes like red wine, 
                   then it beats...and beats
                     gently, as it envisions
                          you, in an early
                                misty
                                   s
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Spring Reverie

I heard the maytime robin sing
His merry voice has wakened spring;
Each golden note bursts forth to soar
Where sound and blossom now restore.
The drowsy earth sheds winter's rest
And all that slept find spring confessed
That radiant song that fills the air
Brings good news beyond compare.

The birds proclaim with joyful tune
The raptures of impatient June;
With potent scent the blooming flowers
Perfumes time with fragrant hours
A nest well hidden in a tree
Holds new life we can't yet see;
The crimson rose perfumes the gale
The virgin lily crowns the vale.
Where sun and shadows come to dwell
Seductive spring will cast her spell.

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Windowpanes

An ancient river, centuries-old shops and restaurants steeped in a 2000-year history and
culture set the scene. The ambiance seemed divinely contrived to facilitate the purposes of
our meeting and the very fodder from which the greatest poets are sustained.
Not newcomers to the area, Kay P. and I were assigned to the Army Security Agency Field
Station in Augsburg, Germany in 1974. We were colleagues in the intelligence community
with no romantic overtures to our relationship, save an appreciation of poetry and profound
philosophical discussions. Kay wanted to spend the evening with a poet, so we planned the
evening to be appropriate for the purpose.
At the time and place, we quickly found ourselves hopelessly immersed in the philosophical
foundations of my writings throughout the evening. It was the first time since Vietnam that
I'd felt worthy as a person. I still recall sipping the red wine and feeling the warmth of the
large hearth inside the Balkan eatery. I still see the swans gliding by on the Lech flowing by
our café.

When windowpanes begin to weep with autumn's chilly dew,
I'm taken back through seasons passed to one delight held true,
A rendezvous that time allowed, a gentle evening spent
Amid a time of long discord when days were dreary bent.

I feel the stretch upon my lips, the smile returns once more.
Again, I smell the Balkan fare prepared on Lech's old shore,
The mood is cast in high regard, the wine is tart and dry,
As Augsburg ripples in the wake when swans go gliding by.

The ancient windows frame our view and day begins to wane
As rivulets meander down and streak the dampened panes.
The ambiance of ages passed beseeched us not to leave
And held us in its warm embrace throughout the ebbing eve.

My heart was scarred, without regard and hardened by the war
But her esteem unveiled its worth, while nothing had before.
She saw the child that once was me, I'd long since cast aside,
And bade he climb astride his mount, engage his life and ride.

Now, she is but a memory, whose kindness soothed my heart,
For we embarked upon our lives on paths ordained to part.
Her subtle way escaped my eye till time had made it clear
That her esteem had set me free, that night I hold so dear.

The poetry that filled my soul remains these many years,
Impassioned in my warmest thoughts when autumn first appears,
When windowpanes begin to weep, a-glisten with the dew,
And I return to seasons passed, to one delight held true.

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NATURE AND SEASONS

SONNET – NATURE AND SEASONS

With changing seasons of the northern land,
in graceful charms of nature’s peaceful chord
A child with life‘s horizons to expand,
in search for ardent pledge of love’s reward.
The tranquil landscape of snow covered hills,
warmth of light melting ice as might heart’s fire
melt down the wrath of frost, winter‘s chills
to change into frills and summer‘s desire.
Colours of autumn as colours of beams,
those rays of light, of rainbows with treasures,
with leisures of spring and of wistful dreams
to renew and behold lifelong pleasures.
Unveil the radiant wonder of change,
from nature’s grandeur never to estrange.


T.J Grén

13th April, 2016

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Here, Again: The Autumn Equinox

Written for the Avebury Gorsedd, 24th September 2016  
I wish you well...

I’m here, again…
Come riding in, upon the western wave
My hair all wove with golden leaves, my breast
As pale as moonlight on a hidden grave
And all the sins of summer long confessed

I come, again…
In sweeping skirts, with white swan feathers strewn
To brush the summer dust from weary grass
Make ash of aspen, damp the flame of noon
Before the frost freeze water into glass 
 
I bring, to you…
Windfallen apples, berries from the hedge
Long shadows on the barrows, and the chalk
Wild winds to stir the willows and the sedge
And mist, and myth, down every path you walk

I’m here, again…
The promise of the harvest to fulfil
The energy of autumn, streaming through
The swirling springs that spiral round the hill
To drench the land in red and russet hue

I come, again…
Between the longest day and shortest night
To fill the blood and marrow of your bones
With all the orange glory of the light
Before the dark descend upon the stones

I bring, to you…
A cornucopia of ripened fruit
Dark juices of the vine in bottles bright
To nourish soul and body, to transmute
Your thought to dream, your dream to second sight

For I am She…
Am Autumn writ, in every field and tree
Am mistress of the Owl and running Hare
So yield unto my kiss, and blesséd be
And dance with me, oh Druid, if you dare…

@ Gail Foster 23rd September 2016

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MAIDEN OF SUMMER



She drifts in radiance
waking nightfall with palette's hues,
tresses of amber flames drip of vibrant
sensation… and so, in the glide
of  July nestling on grass and bouquets,
she waltzes through moon’s notes
with a luster of desire, bursting
into sheer madness on my glossed skin…

Oh how she flickers more dauntless
than a blend of passion and ease , flitting 
like a gypsy whose spirit enters inside my pores...
And Maiden of Summer thrusts her 
tanned arms fluid, raw, loving: then, to explode
into an awakened prance which enhances
love's sizzle through her open light
gently reeling with my bold adventures;

only to fade quickly in luscious splendour.


Screwed XV by Rob Carmack
Uploaded 10.16.2016

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A Last Poem for You, My Mate

A Last Poem for You, My Mate

If Death comes calling in colorful spring
I hope it will come in the month of May
When our garden is filled with fragrant blooms
That you have tended in your caring way.

Pansies and daisies with their sweet faces
Look up to agapanthus lofty height.
Each bloom as diverse as we are humans,
Each offers beauty to my love's delight.

Please don't come in summer when school is out,
Time with our grandchildren I cherish so.
I can't think of ruining their fun time
I'm pleading, in summer, don't make me go.

The times that we share at the pool or parks
Is precious to me as watching them grow.
They fill my heart with such laughter and joy
I feel their love too...I'm letting you know.

Oh Death, come in autumn, my favored time.
When green leaves turn scarlet, orange and gold.
My eyes feast on beauty of changing trees,
Grateful for my seasons of growing old.

Autumn transcends my soul's true endeavors
To leave with you poetic words, my mate.
My legacy...to our generations
As we must all accept Death as our fate.

In winter, a time of quiet and rest...
When reflections of past mirror our views
And we watch as our life spreads before us
If it’s time to leave, I wish I could choose.

However Death, should you come in winter,
When the Earth like my hair is bathed in white,
I'd embrace your visit in my winter
To dwell forever in God's divine light.

6-24-18 

My Muse, Mortal - Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Gregory R. Barden

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The Eternal Tree

I am Alive    Forever and always         Essence        Rebirth        Renewal
          I have earth to ground me      I have wind to move me   I have fire to cleanse         
     my     spirit        I have rain      to quench    my thirst    for growth
                      I have sun to    enlighten me        feed me  I am my own mother
              and an extension of the whole     I am   Earth         wind
                       rain   sun  fire    I am as old as life  and I am     as young
   as time   I am shelter to those who seek me   I am a bird  a flower and  the breath
              of the earth itself        I am exactly where I want to be     I am life
       I am first and last  the beginning and the end   I am one from many
                        I am what I am   I live  I grow  and I die. I am  Reborn unto myself
                                                          I am the great circle                   
                                                           My limbs know no                          
                                                           Boundaries; while                            
                                                           My leaves whisper                      
                                                           The one truth of the                      
                                                           Whole  through the           
                                                           Seasons changing
                                                            Colors that I wear 
                                                            Upon my   heart's                  
                                                            Sleeve, I'm home
                                                           To Earth Mother’s
                                                           Melodious  Life; I
                                                           Sing for the whole
                                                         World to hear - trees
                                                       Are Earth Mother's Song
                                                       Blowing 'round the leafy            
                                                  Globe; eyes of the world song 
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother   breath of the living   soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}




***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire

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Spring

Nature's wake from sleep
Life flirts with beauty
a time for flowers to flaunt

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The Magic Hourglass

April's come and gone. Now May is here; the grains in the hourglass
have already started sifting down. Dew is on the roses.
Days of linking daisies will soon begin. 
Transparent skies of night will show
constellations when the 
  fire-breathing dragon 
comes to freckle 
school-sprung 
children, who
baring skin,
will run 
with
glee
through
 sprinklers.
Soon enough
the kids will be
tumbling in leaves
fallen from the trees of 
their back yards, and then
following bright autumn's demise, 
the filtering of seasons' sand quickens till 
every grain has drifted like snow, burying another year.
May is on her way; again the hourglass, like magic, is turned over.


For the Show, Don't Tell Poetry contest of Thomas Martin

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Cycle

Dearest young leaf,
Why so melancholy?
Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly.

Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance,
Of colors rich and flaky grounds,
For Thou wilt weep every moment hence,
While Springtime's youth still bounds.

Greet Thy greenness with glee,
For thy root to the Oak remains strong,
Aeolus' fury on Thee has no effect till Summertime gone.

So worry not of what is to come,
Enjoy Thy existence, little one.

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Moonlight Magic

The night was fickle as November
A time when all sleep in slumber;
A moist mist hangs over the river,
And a still cold moon hangs as a sliver.

A soft liquid light captures the glow,
Of the first few flakes of new fallen snow;
She shines her light on turret towers,
And tucks in bed the sleeping flowers.

Her crescent rides through clouds that fly,
Shining on wolves as they howl and cry.
Etching the transient phantoms of night,
As wings of an owl brush the dust of flight;

The crystalline light shines on lovers,
Yet pale and still the moonlight hovers;
To tip with silver the restless waves,
And on tombstones marking silent graves.

Cast your moonbeams, cast them down,
As you float in your silver crown;
And the ribbon of dawn will wrap your head,
And put your shining eye to bed.


A repost

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Autumn's Breeze

Autumn drapes her lacey hoarfrost
Upon the vanishing vivid leaves of 
Colored trees, upon the fences and fields
Gracing them with her demure beauty.

With her breathy chill animals prepare
For Jack Frost's stealthy fall arrival.
When his first flakes begin to fall...
Oh the beauty of it all makes one sigh.

Glorious winter twirls her pristine skirt
And naked trees welcome her white layers.
When snow has covered all the grounds
And crystals in ice cycles hang from eave's

It is winter who has been crowned Queen.
Without her blizzard bringing the freeze
No ice skating fun for eager little ones,
Or romantic skating on the moonlit lake.

There's sleigh rides in the snow as children
Show adults how much fun it can be
To build a much loved snowman, as they
Recall the glory of it all from younger years.

10-28-17 rev.

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When the Flowers of Youth Fell

When the Flowers of Youth Fell

Winter stayed late that year
courting Spring with a fury.
Beautiful gifts of snow
and dazzling ice, he gave her.
It was during such courtship
I found myself lost -- adrift
in a place that once was ....
decades from this century.

Where mud and blood held hands
beneath duty and honour
and kindred flowers fell
to sounds of bugle and drum.

Smoke arose through Spring's tears.
Images of Blue and Grey
pilfered my breath as cannons 
rained thunder upon the brave.

How was this happening?
This was not where I belonged!
My time was not this place
and I wanted to go home.
Where Winter courted Spring
and snowmen fell -- not flowers --
upon the muddy ground
as snow reigned upon the brave.

The smell of gun powder
danced about my head and nose
like spirits for the faint --
arousing life ... far from home. 
"Get down! Get down! Get down!"
The half-crazed voice plunged me 
into the mud and blood
and I lay frozen in fear
beneath his weight ... and the cold. 
So cold, no hearts were beating, 
no breaths were being drawn, 
just the smell of sweat and blood.
The smell of rain and death.

Clutched tightly in his pale fist 
a tattered blood-stained note
bore the words, "Please ... for
mama ...."      
I tried but could not scream. 
And, I felt daylight passing ....

As shadows took the brave,
Winter's folly tamed sweet Spring
with final coats of snow ....
and snowmen fell -- not flowers. 

©deborah burch
3.08.2013

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ELEMENTS WIND

Winter winds whisper in the weeping willow tree
Its naked branches shiver silently all around me

Bitter biting winds howl around stinging my face
I’m out on the moors; it’s such a desolate place

I yearn for spring where dainty daffodils dance
on zephyr breeze, it’s such a sweet romance

Sultry summer skies bring warm winds to enthrall
Beautiful blossoms pirouette perfectly as they fall

Autumn brings blustery gales swirling all around
Rich russet leaves tumble, carpeting the ground

Terrifying tornadoes wreak havoc across some lands
In wake of its destruction not a building still stands

Cooling summer breezes or a blustery gale is blowing
We can’t see wind but its effect in the trees is showing

2nd place in Elements Part 2 Wind. Sponsored by Brian Davey judged 3/29/16
Submitted to second place contest sponsored by Laura Loo
03~19~16

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Falling leaves, beautiful demise

Leaves talking, beautiful demise

If a leaf could talk, it would say, please, take your time
life is acted out in stages, every song has it's rhyme
When a leaf dies, its dynamic impressions in its flight
a stunning display of artistry, dazzling to the sight

Green turns to crimson, flaming tangerine and gold
a leaf's transforming demise is a beauty to behold
As sap runs dry, youthful vitality turns evanescent
the beauty of a leaf's demise is resplendent iridescence

A leaf's downfall, granted, is a casualty of the season
it's journey into oblivion, is transfixing beyond reason
When a leaf, takes its leave, exits gracefully the scene
We're left breathless with the vision, an event to be seen



September17,2016

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Spring Must Wait

 Winter shakes his robes of white
And storms around the stage,
As Spring waits calmly in the wings,
Observing Winter's rage.

The skies, like lead, are heavy now,
And not about to lift.
For Winter's tale is far from told,
As snow begins to drift.

Traffic struggles on the streets,
And wise men stay at home.
Winter paints his canvas, bold,
In shades of monochrome.

With icy hand, he strikes the lake,
And bids the waves, "Be still!"
As Spring can only watch and wait,
With time left yet to kill.

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I've Never Heard Snow

I've never heard the sound of snow
nor dawning's oboes crooning light,
yet witnessed angels' trumpets blow

and chimings of the flurries grow
as alabastrine wings take flight.
I've never heard the sound of snow

when cello strings caress the bow
of morning at its burnished height,
yet witnessed angels' trumpets blow

a salmon cirrus cameo, 
diaphanous and opalite.
I've never heard the sound of snow,

piano in the afterglow
of sunshine's brittle fahrenheit,
yet witnessed angels' trumpets blow

ebullient through the chorals' flow
'cross winter's operatic white.
I've never heard the sound of snow,
yet witnessed angels' trumpets blow.

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liquid little stones

liquid little stones
skipping and skittering free
on shared umbrellas

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Dreaming With Butterflies


FLUTTER BY                                                                                  BUTTERFLY

DANCE YOUR WAY                                                                  ACROSS THE SKY

WITH YOUR TISSUE PAPER WINGS     THOSE     DELICATE AND DAINTY THINGS

FLASH WITH COLOURS OH SO BRIGHT   STILL    SHINING IN THE MORNING LIGHT

NATURE’S GREATEST WORK OF ART        IT        CANNOT HELP BUT STIR THE HEART

TO SEE THIS SPLENDID CREATURE        IS        THEIR NOT A BETTER FEATURE

OF THE BRITISH SUMMERTIME        THAN        SUCH AN INSECT SO DEVINE

EVER VIVID ALWAYS TRUE        OH I        KEEP THE BRIGHTEST HUE

WRAPPED INSIDE MY MEMORY         FOR        HARDER TIMES AHEAD OF ME

WHEN I’M IN NEED OF A SMILE        I’LL        STOP AND RECOLLECT A WHILE

THE BUTTERFLY’S HAPPY DANCE        AND        WITHIN MY PEACEFUL TRANCE

I FIND A SENSE OF CONTENT        AT        THE SUMMER THAT I SPENT

DREAMING                           WITH                       BUTTERFLIES

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LATE OCTOBER HAIKU

LATE AUTUMN HAIKU

they’re almost gone now
how brown, bare the branches look
some toys in the leaves

when rain turns to snow
how sad those two last roses
brave faces with tears

apples      bruised apples
scattered on the frosted green
and this twiggy frown

music in the wind
late october’s final song
dancing red and gold

talk of winter now
old dog by a crackling fire
shutters rattle      pings!

photo of dear dad
he loved that fulsome willow
fallen leaves      marker

Dave Austin