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friendly winds

a wisp of wind begins
so crisp, a winter's wind
it briskly blows but thrills the nose
the wind, the wind, the wind, it blows

a wisp of wind descends
so crisp, again, again
it ever flows and never slows 
the wind, the wind, the wind, it blows

 a wisp of wind will bend
so crisp, a welcome friend 
it lightly blows and tickles toes 
the wind, the wind, the wind, it blows

Summer's End

Summer’s End

The sun begins to set a little earlier now—
a gentle breeze brushes past my suntanned face and
I walk briskly on the sand which feels cool beneath my feet.
My pace quickens, like the prance of a Cat on the prowl.

Once home, the trees which line the street on which I live
stand majestically tall.  No longer still, they begin to
sway to the music of the gentle breeze which softly touches
and fondles the leaves with a caress that only the breeze can give.

The air envelopes me, telling me it’s cooler than before—
and I run to the place that I call home,
Glad to be sheltered from something I feel in the air—
from a sky whose sun, today, will shine no more.

I pause in the house whose windows openly beckon the freshness of the crisp breeze as it quietly enters, gently pushing aside the ruffled curtains, and as it filters through the rooms—
I suddenly realize, it’s Summer’s End!

How Much of Life

    How much of life do we catch
       as we walk briskly past windows
     behind each a drama unfolding

     How much of life do we miss
       as we speed past tenements teeming
     with primal emotions, like downed power lines
       alive with passion and angst 

     How much of life can we know as 
       as we fly across continents
     spanning time zones of populations divers
       running the gamut from AI-creators and
     manipulators to prep cooks, no-counts and killers 

    How much of life would have enriched us if attention were paid
      to the windows on the journeys that you and I've made

Spring

Spring has sprung 
Songbirds echoing calls
Welcoming the new season 
Warmth and growing buds
Snow melted briskly 
And though brown
Soon green will flood
A carpet of ambience 
Fresh and clean 
Leaves small and almost
Nonexistent reach 
For the new dawning sun
A yellow jacket 
Buzzing by flying 
Stringless in the sky 
Time to breath 
The fresh and 
Warm filled air

Cry No More

Cry no more, dear mockingbird
Please cry no more for me
For I must leave you, dear mockingbird
And briskly take my leave
I know you will miss me, dear mockingbird
And I will miss you too
But shed no tears, dear mockingbird
For I have a home beside you.

The Two Halves of my Life

Today we took a lovely walk
On quiet country roads,
Where the autumn trees surround
The rural one of our abodes.

A hundred miles later,
We strode briskly, I should note,
From our main home, an apartment,
To the place where we could vote.

Now, to cast an early ballot,
We were luckily assigned
To a great New York museum,
So, of course, we then combined

An important civic duty
With a visit worth a view
Of a very cool exhibit,
Which we always love to do.

Our two living quarters equal,
Since they’re small, an average house,
Yet this singular arrangement
Works for me and for my spouse.

When the two halves come together,
In the ways I love the best,
I feel happy and contented,
Which, by now, you might have guessed.

This world

For hundreds of years, I've been alone,
Alone in this cold world,
Filled with misery and brutality,
With every century that passes by,
The world seems to get worse

I sit under a tree,
Thinking about this world,
Will this century be better?
Then a figure is seen from a far
With every step it took it became clear

It came nearer becoming clearer,
Gosh! It was a beautiful woman,
Her hips swayed as she walked,
She looked like a good soul
But was her inner self good?

A lad walked briskly beside her,
Pleading for a coin,
To feed himself and mother,
The woman angrily looked at him,
And spat at his rusty old cup

The beautiful woman became ugly,
Kicking and spitting at the lad,
I couldn't believe that this was the woman I admired,
This century was also the same,
Maybe this world would never change,

To the Rescue

Connecting flight canceled -
What are we to do?
Rebooked - 10 hours waiting 
Instead of just 2.

While I wasted time
On the plane with our tour,
My husband found someone
(He’s hard to ignore)

Who then came to our rescue 
And found us a flight
Very close to our first one
To make things all right.

An Air France employee
Named Cheftzi,* she knew
How to briskly take charge
And to calm us down, too.

She did what she did
With her own special style 
And as proof of her power,
She got me to smile.

So thank you, dear Cheftzi!
I was a bit crazed
But by working g some magic,
My spirits were raised.

*pronounced Hefty

Graduation

She strolled briskly toward center stage,
self-confident, charismatic.
She nodded at supporters,
teachers, friends, family,
who rejoiced in her
graduation,
overjoyed,
thankful,
awed.

Little Brother

Little Brother

Frogs and snails
Puppy dog tails
That was you to the core
Throw in a pinch of Karate Kid
Just a dash of Falkor
There you are,little brother mine
Your recipe when young
Then you just kept growing up
I kinda doubt you're done!
You tower over other men
And you're also pretty tall
Tower over,  no, not in height
But in character,you beat all
Compassion became the ingredient
That makes up the bulk of you
Add a cup of charisma
A charmer through and through
Whisk briskly with sharp wit and humor
With laughter and sly smiles
Put in the oven of love and respect
And Bake a little while.
Glaze over liberally with talent
From God to you it flows
Decorate with fatherhood
So beautiful to behold
Before you were made in flesh
God took something sweet away
The sugar, spice…everything nice
He returned on your wedding day.
It may seem like you are finished
That God has made you what you'll be
But He isn't finished with you,
 little brother, Wait and see!

Passions of love

I could adorn you 
with great riches,
but my greatest gift 
to you is my poetry.

Lost in the gravity of your love,
my soul has lost control of its senses,
floating in euphoria, 
ecstasy and elation.

In the presence of your beauty,
even the stars hide with envy.
My muse that was once mute,
is now briskly blooming at night.
My simple musings 
were without meaning,
before the first glimpse 
of your elegance.

Now my heart 
is whispering to the sky,
enchanted by shades 
of dreamy indigo nightfall,
as twilight glows  in 
clementine and violet hues.

An end to 
monotone blackberry skies,
as the earth creates colours 
in time for our union.

Moonlight illuminates 
our dream world,
as pearls appear, 
radiantly reflecting,
like a constellation 
in your eyes.
Your luscious lips like 
merlot petals,
entice with 
soft sensual warm breaths.

As we blend, 
it feels like the air is alive.
Consumed in intimate infatuation,
inhibitions fade in slow motion,
as desires dissolve 
like a secret of the stars.

Christmas Walk

 Breath of fresh air on Christmas Day
To walk cliffs briskly and view the sea
Boat's in the harbour, anchors away
Silent good wishes to sailors from me.

Ragged cormorant on favourite rock
Immune to all festivity
Gimlet eyes sharp he takes stock
Consumed by fishing activity.

Blustery air blows quickly on my walk
Unexpectedly seeing flash of colour
Distracted when those seagulls squawk 
Christmas gorse with winter pallor.

Walking briskly all cobwebs blown away
Stop to admire village Christmas tree
Completely energised for special day
Seasonal greeting everyone from me.

Fall Runway

Fall season is a favored time of year
when leaves irradiate their aurum cheer.

Custard colors cloak paths with brilliantine
while misty breezes tease the woods to sheen.

A couturière flouncing haute couture,
adorning the hillside with striped hachure.

Rich gemstones of ornate colors convey
an elegance to Her brilliant bouquet.

Wild winds blow briskly and bracingly strong.
High mountain tops lace in silver sarong.

Her splendent figure, festive femme fatale,
reigns regally pluperfect pastorale.

Her flamboyant panache is très chic.
Au fond, She's decisively magnifique!

A Paradox of War

People with powers used to conceive a war
As the simplest way of erasing any conflicts  
Covering various differences in people's ideas 
Beliefs right or wrong or lives dim or bright 

The truth is that wars will end in the life-killing 
Erasing people's lives and their valuable hopes 
For happy-go-lucky and rich-go-healthy living

If there is no more aliveness briskly walks 
What could upright the dignity, and freedom  
And how devil for having wars to gain all of them

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Hello,

This is obviously the first time that I have written a poem as I’m sure you will all be able to tell. I just need an outlet and wanted to try something new. Please give me your honest feedback.


As I stated into the deep blue ocean,
My truth was finally awoken.
As waves are briskly brushing, I realise I am nothing.

I am used. I am broken.
I am powerless. I am hated.
I am gullible, always vulnerable.
      
             Always Weak.

Your voice, your whisper impaled my ear,
I am now forever in fear.
Depressive episodes never far in the distance,
You ruined my confident, joyful exsistance. 

As the day draws to a close,
I always take a huge dose.
The pain, it numbs
My mood, it brightens.
Overdose will always be a fear,
Though not as much as knowing you are near.



Thank you for reading,

Please provide feedback below.

Zachary Phoenix

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