Written: January 5th, 2026, for contest sponsored by Constance la France
Quote: "Nature heals and teaches patience and simplicity, inviting us to find amazement, strength, and calm in the wild. by Poet"
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After the peace of dawn—after the sigh of the forest.
A delicate moose pirouettes amid lush foliage,
Hidden roots twist and turn, a wild life force—
Reaching into the planet's very core.
The branches of the canopy sway and stretch,
Twigs become tangled, erratic, and intense—
Strong and bright, it moves toward the clouds.
Here, the wide wind swings and wanders.
Within the forest dwell big and little creatures,
Glowing, fragrant smoke rises from the woods.
A variety of species with unusual wings—
They settled under the ancient oak trees.
Seven months sober. Two months out of rehab takes it toll
Into darkness maybe heard unseen numbers are small on paper,
but they feel like lifetimes to me.
Then you appeared—after all these years—
like a quiet miracle I never expected.
Your message didn’t just reach me;
it woke something I thought was gone.
You’ve brought writing back into my days.
Every word I put down now
is steadier because the way you listen.
It isn’t about making anything perfect—
it’s about breathing in a way
that feels alive again.
I don’t know where any of this leads,
and maybe that’s the best part.
Right now, it’s enough
just to share the late–night thoughts,
the small truths,
the pieces of me I kept hidden for so long.
Thank you for finding me.
Thank you for seeing me.
I’d love to hear what’s been moving through your days lately, when you
Tell me. You excite me every time
When i care to listen
My short story continues with this insightful excerpt:
A Century Turns: Soviet Union's Life Expectancy: II
"A fictional perspective of articulating an ambitious nature that hinges on varied facts," ... by the Poet.
And now ... the school bell has rung. The park that he pleasures in both muscularity and mentality, ills in parity--in a nutshell--the school has taught him that the eraser is the better half of a pencil. It is always the seldom used that comes to the aid and heals the whole abused. That illuminating factor was his focal point that would encourage his future from the descension of the crown, and to the ascension of communism's embrace.
There In Morning Sun, Hope Circled Enticing Dreams
From inside gaping jaws, golden honey slow drips
its taste as if bitter hell came with deadly judgment
life turned into a bevy of sunken ships
with the dried up bones below a sadden statement.
With solid granite illuminating moon 's glow
ironclad hills buried secrets sadder mysteries
impropriety ran in and melted wicked snow
starving for more people ate from empty granaries.
The wicked angels flew about on leaden wings
watching for the innocence of the golden truth
dawn's light erupted brought the small songbirds that sing
for hot romance and the vanities of our youth.
There in morning sun, hope circled enticing dreams.
Father time gave its fruit to fill the icy streams.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
Feb 25th, 1971
The young Marine had just arrived
To bare Nam’s burdens, there deprived
He’ll count each day one by one,
Until the day his duty’s done.
He’ll proudly walk along destiny’s path
A solemn prayer to protect from wrath
And though his life there defined,
His worries are of home sublime.
No mirthful days before each dawn
His joyous day long since gone
And dare he dream of such days
Emerged dusk the enemy’s gaze.
Upon his shoulders Freedom hung
In his hands a trusted gun.
Honor, duty commitment The Corps demand
Against his good name nothing stands.
For upon his first day he could tell
“Thirteen months of living hell.
On the calendar circled in Red
A rotate day if he’s not dead.
His honor withstood the gruesome test
For on those paths the taste of death
There upon the hallowed ground
His joyful days no longer found.
"Tranquility is, the birds in circled flight, drifting on the wind at the beginning of day"
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Free Verse
For the contest, One Liner Two, Sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
Early in the morning as the quiet of night is fading,
I hear the kakakaka akakak of the gulls calling;
And outside my window they glide in a swooping dance,
As night turns into a blue sky, they twirl and swirl and glide,
Drifting in the breeze with wings outspread,
Above the majestic oak with emerald leaves they hover;
Then suddenly they are gone from view,
Gone the beauty to farmers crops rippling in the sun,
To parks and water they dwell till day fades to a red sunset.
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July 28, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Gulls In Circled Flight
Copyright Protected, ID 15-695-265-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Nature Poems Only,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Fourth Place
A sticky web the man cant escape.
Every food he severed,later the same kind of food,he seem to have eaten.
By his past he was beaten.
Every head he bumped,later bumped him back.
His motions forward his past struck him back.
Stuck in a web.
Living the present but walking the past.
His wrongs were vast.
Many hearts he clashed,bashed and lashed.
Leaving behind chunks of glass.
Chunks of glass, that his feet did me,after years circled past.
A scare on his feet,for a scare left behind.
A scare, he forgot he left behind.
From behind him, many past arrows struck forward.
Even with his back to a tall brick wall,That didn't seem to help after all.
Many arrows came from the back of him,to strike front.
All a circle it seemed to be.
Forgiveness was his only plea
Love is not circled but relation circles it
I circled high,
in a blue sky
Golden fields below
The thermal caught me so
If a bird could smile.........
It would be me......
Up here all the while......
For all to see
Feathers, a little brighter
The summer colours...........
.......a little lighter
A day can never end.........
When you smile..........
Circle high........
In a blue sky
Colours for miles
Golden fields below,
summer sun,
flower yellow
The feather fun
I circled high...
In a blue sky
and smiled for a while.......
I circled high,
in a blue sky
Golden fields below
The thermal caught me so
If a bird could smile.........
It would be me......
Up here all the while......
For all to see
Feathers, a little brighter
The summer colours...........
.......a little lighter
A day can never end.........
When you smile..........
Circle high........
In a blue sky
Colours for miles
Golden fields below,
summer sun,
flower yellow
The feather fun
I circled high...
In a blue sky
and smiled for a while.......
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