Cobblestone echoes beat of heel,
her sonorous rhythm many hearts feel
The cobblestones echo the night,
The feet of those in search of the light.
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Nette Onclaud
June 17, 2025.
A cobblestone one day, I chose
to paint a paperweight with a rose
the stones are smooth from years of wear
but not the jostle to cross the square
written June 16, 25 for Nette Onclaud's Crystalline Contest
strong and loud, of cobblestone made -
I won’t become some cheap concrete grade
It’s never too late to have a happy childhood."
~Tom Robbins
The time for cobblestone is past;
follow the yellow brick road at last?
I walk an old cobblestone street . . .
finding an old church I take a seat
my eyes sink into cobblestone
streets to hear hoofbeats and Paul Revere
each Cobblestone makes up the road
ouch from your very sharp high heel shoes
Wounds once buried beneath soft steps,
now echo through me, stone by stone undone.
Contest: Crystalline Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: June 14, 2025
Rubbed smooth and round in river slides ~
Cobbles jumbled - roughen stone-road rides
All around the world
There is art you can see
You can touch
And you can even walk on
Cobblestones are not new
They have been around forever
Still very few take the time to look at them
The beautiful designs some add
Other archaic haphazard designs
Each adds to the beauty of the medium
If you get the chance to walk a cobblestone street
Take time to look at the stones
Maybe touch a few
Their beauty may just make you smile
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LRET
Big yellow buses, on days when it rains,
Olympus for chips, then waiting for trains,
Long summer evenings, with walks in the park,
Town Hall, tall chimneys, a Jack Russell’s bark,
Open front doors, red brick, cobblestone,
Nice to be back, always glad to be home.
The sunlight tripped across the cobblestones.
With silver damp dew each cobblestone shone.
Glistening light, each unique rock did call.
Between each of the rocks the moss had grown.
The pathway called me, pulling me to walk
With a hopscotch bouncing across the rocks.
What lay up ahead? I had no idea.
Fear and excitement lay in paradox.
What town would it lead to, this stony lane?
What dangers lie waiting beside its path?
What wonders would I see along the way?
I can’t wait to see and take off with a laugh.
THAAAN SHE SAID
FROM WHICH IS TO
SPEAK TO THE BODY
THE MIND
THE SOUL
AND THE SPIRT
TO SEPARATE THE EMOTIONS
OF LOSSES
THE EMOTIONS OF GAINS
THE THOUGHTS OF DOING
AND THE REGRET OF NOT
DOIN
THE MINDSET OF REALITY
AND THE REASONIONGS FOR BEING RIGHT
EVEN IN TIMES OF WRONG
THE EXPRESSION FROM THE NEED
OF BELEIVING
TO BEFREIND YOUR FOE
AND SEPARATE YOURSELF FROM
YOUR FREINDS
THOSE WHO ARE
FOES IN YOUR FORTUNE
THOSE WHO CAUSE OPPOSITION
IN YOUR RELATIONSHIPS
THOSE WHO AGREE WHEN
THEY OUGHT TO BE AGAINST
THOSE WHO ALLOW YOUR DAYS
TO BE RIGHT FOR THERE TIMES
IN FULL RESPECT TO THE ARTIST
AND THE FULLNESS OF
BEING THE REPRESENTIVE
OF HIS/HER PRODUCT.
THE EXPRESSION OF BEING RIGHT FOR THIS TIME
AND ALL TIMES
THAT THESE WORDS SPEAK LIKE RAIN
THES WATER TO FILL THE WISHING WELLS
OF DAYS AHEAD THAT THOSE
PEOPLE OF TOMMORROW MIGHT
HAVE SUCH TO MAKE THEIR WISHES ON
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