In this land’s crevices the clear waters seep
These shallow waters that runneth so deep
Gushing on forward with its own natural force
It has made its own path, its own life’s course
Cascading over layers of shallow stepped rock
Surrounded by nature’s own tree lined copse
One can only admire it in its wonderment & awe
This unassuming place of beauty felt to its core
It’s as though the river is taking its own small leap of faith
Before cascading into the pool below in its own grace
Where it has been reinvigorated into a more calmer state
Before descending further down the river at its own pace
Just a precious moment in time captured with my own eyes
Absorbing all of its beauty before saying my last good-byes
Let the day come
Let the the day end
As night blankets the sky
In a sea of stars then fades
A new day begins.
Let the day arrive,?Let the day slip away,
As the sun sets the moon rises on full display?In a fading sea of stars—?
Then from its hush, a new day is born.
between breaths, time lingers,?Carrying echoes of all that came before.
In the soft return of light, we gather again,?Pieces of ourselves, remade with the dawn.
A Kaleidoscope, my best toy!
Hours flew as new colors emerged,
A cascade of abstract-colored joy
Myriad patterns of colors surged.
Colorful glass in serpentine slides,
Slithered across an imagined sky.
Is there a lunar planet that hides,
in colored glass as time hurries by?
I pretended the colors were stars,
I could travel on one of my choice.
I would sing songs as we flew afar,
And I would smile, a lilt in my voice.
I wish I still knew that magic land,
and had the key to travel the sky.
Phosphorous nebula in my hand,
As colored glass stars and I flew by.
cascading rays
the heat made bearable
under cover
the mist of the waves
cooling her weary soul
cascading
icy slivers
ocean’s
salty spray
magnificent experience
I'm oblivious to the chatter
cascading from
unknown streams
Soon enough themes evaporate
like steam
& are gone with the
wind like hot air from tea pots
Misguided missiles aimed harm
those within earshot
but I hear not nor care to listen
to rumors of war
I lean more toward better things
choosing to be swayed
by them
instead of misinterpreting the
misgivings & chirping
of angry birds
I'm in a place bordering on the
absurd so forgive me
if I'm flying too high
for them to be heard
I won't speak on things I see from
the sky as offering
a reply would imply that
I care
I only supply paper with ink & words
of a meaningful
nature
without being shy about
what I share
No, I'm not talking to you or
anyone else reading looking
for drama
This outpouring came from a
well on the back
of a llama
in the dryest of deserts
I'm not thirsty for nor do I seek
the attention of
those that present a mirage
This is just a spill of the subconscious
not an arid facade
Cascading water
crystalline blue;
Rid me of stains
the days produce.
Make haste to quench
my torrid throat.
Seal, cavernous wounds,
this body totes.
Disguise these tears
that drench my face.
Soothe aging muscles,
my strength replace.
Defuse the doubt
that clouds my mind.
Spiritual spray
refreshes soul, divine.
Reviving energy
pours from the spout.
Welcoming, comforting
its warmth, its sound.
Once you're well done
with all my requests,
cleanse dreadful dreams
so I may rest.
How I've looked at the rain for hours
For it was so enticing to watch
The cascading droplets and the fog
Made a very good sight
I felt that's where I belong
A place surrounded by only rain and fog
A very cool and relaxing place
How I've wished for it to fall for hours
For me to witness this blessed sight
Why it was so entrancing
No one knows
For I felt at home
My love for rain
Knows no bounds
For at night, it is like sleeping in the arms of the clouds with warmth all around
Are you a person who keeps his promises or breaks them all the time
Take the one most people at New Years make to themselves after that last bottle of wine
The old saying I am a man of my word what does that really mean
How about our governments and what they claim they are going to do for us ,why do they not just come clean
A broken promise can cause a great deal of pain to the person you make it to
Take for instance your wedding vows over fifty percent of the people never follow through
Or how about the old classic , I promise to never do that again
It is not a question of the person breaking the promise it is a question of when
Accountability for our actions should not magically disappear
By not being on time it can cause a cascading effect and make it impossible for other people to keep their promises I fear
If we want our children to stick to their word , an example we must surely set
Actions do indeed speak louder than words , keep your promises it's something you won't regret
Oh painful pain lingering
throbbing unjoyously
flaunt that false grin again
bring me terror of the unstable mind
where rabid horses trample garden gates
where pampered vines bleed broth and sap
no food no flavors just herbal failures
not yet extracted
the untended tend to decay
“thank you no” do I ever say
I talk I think I never pray
gracious gratitude fails twice
to patronize with sincerity
I then bend as if to bow
in garbled words of paradise lost
I mumble hollow truths
to appease omniscient listeners
who know nothing but ideal fears
admire and adore their perfect faults
escape/avoid/evade the drought
desiccated hope like dust is blown
out of your mouth and into my mind
dreams become fossils
molehills colossal
Cascading Embers Of Heart Driven Fire
Unrepentant heart, its hot blood there spills
Sad dregs of immortal nurselings of desire
And winter's warm breath blows the woodland fires
Amongst the frozen trees and through the hills
Wanton weariness, invisible veil hides
Cascading embers of heart driven fire
Exploding storm flees to nothing it retires
Where dead emperor in agony resides
Black robe judges, their guilt forever play
Broken guitars without needed six strings
As death's hand taps as the naked ghost sings
In nirvana the prophet chose to stay.
Unrepentant heart, melody just right.
Saw truth, amidst the horrors of that night.
Robert J. Lindley, Jan. 26th, 1972
Sonnet
Guaranteed to make us smile-
our new Spring comes every year;
its magic brings a warmer, brighter Sun-
as snow begins to melt and seedlings sprout
their fresh green leaves with blossoms to unfold.
Later, Summer takes Spring's reign-
her brush paints scenes verdant green,
and blossoms open wide in colors splashed
against lush lawns, while all the sprawling trees-
their branches filled with leaves, embrace blue skies.
Summer soon starts long goodbyes
while the Fall's brisk days come through
to chill the plants as leaves will fade and dry
from deep, dark green- to orange, red, and gold.
Weeks pass, and thoughts are turned to harvest time.
To crown year-end, Winter comes-
brusque, strong winds sweep Fall's debris
to blur the bleak, bare trees and ashen grass.
But, snow repaints these scenes with pure delight;
grand shawls of white safeguard our sleeping Spring.
Seasons cascade, one by one;
merge, adjust- complete one year!
Wading through cascading emotions,
I feel within me warring oceans,
Losing you, love, could cause such turmoil,
If I had known, your death I'd have foiled,
Lost that war with time and destiny,
Now I trudge on in hushed mutiny.
25th April 2023
For Line Gauthier's "Bite Size Contest No. 62"
"We are the Dead. Short days ago.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow.
Loved and were loved, and now we lie.
In Flanders fields. "
Quote By _ John McCrae (Flanders Fields)
on the eleventh month, on the eleventh day, at the eleventh hour
under a blue hazy sky in my city
we honored those who answered the call and died
for the peace and freedom that we enjoy today
we have a beautiful war monument and statue
and a tomb of the unknown soldier
that we treasure everyday not just on November eleventh
all the wars are engraved in stone
World War I, World War II, The Korean War, Afghanistan
and it honors the peacekeepers who lost their life's also
the sound of the bands, the parade of branches of the military
the 21-gun salute, and the jet fly over, and the choir singing
the pipers and trumpet, breaks the silence of those standing tall
and when it is over everyone removes their poppies
and places them on the tomb of the unknown soldier
like red tears cascading
____________________
November 11, 2022
Submitted to the contest, 2022 Poetry Marathon, Mile 25
sponsor, Mark Toney
Standing atop
A bluff so tall
Water cascades
Right down the waterfall,
A pool of blue
With turquoise hues,
Luscious greenery surrounds,
Taking in the sound.
Leaves sway in a gentle breeze,
Vines hang from the tress,
Leaves crunching beneath my feet.
Walking along the river bank,
Noticing trees long since sank,
The current flows,
A soft wind blows.
I smell rainwater and decaying wood,
I ponder staying here,
I wish I could.
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