A leaf falls from the tree
looks for the verdant stems
Had I had the key, it thinks
to come back once more
While on the flight the bird thinks
I wish the rain had a little pause
I could have decked up the feathers
The whistle too would have returned
In fact it's we who are the birds and leaves
We have been thinking for thousands of years
Had we been able to plant some more trees
We might have seen an abundance of roses
Rose represents the civilization
We are still amidst the thorns
29 August 2026
“I hold a delightful being and an undesirable being inside of me.
It’s up to you which one you meet”
~~The Poet~~
dismally destructive
yet charmingly creative
unabatedly chaotic
obligatorily perfection
unsophisticatedly naïve
graciously worldly wise
uncouth and ill-mannered
poised etiquette
audaciously rude
enticingly eloquent
unsuitably slovenly
exactingly efficient
decked in Shabby attire
styled with cultured couture
disheveled, dingy
polished, well-groomed
in company of many in ill-repute
thoroughbred acquaintances
robotically draconian
artistically graceful
To wander beneath lush morning trees
Imprinting varnish of leaves, anew
When July casts its charm with such ease.
~The mantle of summer decked in reds,
This cycle brings dazzle, to imbue
A warm gust embellished from voile threads.
While meadows parade their sizzled grace ,
I romp along grasses' mellow view
Till sunlight weaves its pour of embrace.
Brooks temperate quide these nimble toes
Lingering on, buds trickle on cue--
My arms tossed in whimsical repose.
Until night gently inks this wild sway ~
A prayer, a moment , this debut
Enthralls my soul...tinged by heaven's ray!
'The band plays a sweet, soulful slow-dance song
I nuzzle her neck, breathing in her perfume scent.'
~ excerpt from Tim Ryerson's poem, The Dance
*
From a deep slumber, you drift away
Where the yellow moths and poppies sway
And the gentle sun pours crimson gold,
On meadows burnished since time of old...
It is here that jaybirds decked in fresh reds
Whistle dreamy tunes like morn's newly weds,
That lingering music stands aside
As sky's dance claims you for a long ride.
For the wind is pure, a calm it achieves
Displaying the glory of dusky leaves---
So majestic is this place where you tread
Like a thousand years have dawned and fled.
Waltz to the tune of one groom in love
Together now with your queen, above--
Tim, pour light over me... life's blest dove.
Deep in the forest, critters convene,
decked out in red-white-blue
like a woodland parade gone wild.
Sam the squirrel arrives first
waving a tiny flag
and saluting every oak tree in sight.
The raccoons show up next sporting star-spangled bandanas,
looking suspiciously patriotic
for creatures who steal snacks.
Owls hoot the national anthem
slightly off-key,
but with tremendous heart.
When the fireworks begin, the whole forest gasps~
bursts of color bloom above the treetops
like sky-flowers of freedom.
All the creatures whisper a soft, patriotic chorus:
“God bless America…
and please pass the picnic leftovers.”
free spirit of summer: a new foliage
wraps the air; vagabond daybreak spilling
colored tones on mounds of rosebuds
dripping of citrine sensation...
how beautiful they are,
enough to widen hundreds of a maiden's smiles...
and while swags of August cuddle
gemmed blossoms and herbage ,
a plump view shapes morning into a spray
of mountain petals, spreading sheer
rapture on long, lavish fields---
spellbound by sunlight of auroral tint,
flowers burst more daring than
the red, orange and pink of early beam,
as trinket of bulbs surfs along garden beds
waving their flamenco hands to greet tangled wet weeds. ...
and much like the sun they were born from,
florets thrust their tanned arms radiant. rare. robust...
here, a parade of garlands dressed in
satin hues prances on the first touch of light:
that finally, earth's flesh is decked
in summer rays, in softened prayer...
sun - up waltzing pivoting
in dawn's sweet, effervescent glow!
A past the soul, eats
Memories of people
Event of many seats
Rained on. the steeple
Church prepped proper
Pews filled, flowers decked
White gowned, the monster
The future not yet wrecked
Confetti and photo shoot
A grand reception follow
Live band and MC to boot
Something, rings hollow
Joined in unholy union
Stoic empath and diva
For now, in communion
Twixt novelty driven fever
The mirror will break
Pierfect no more
Prisoners to take
To a distant shore
Blame games ensue
Victim turns villain
The truth to lose
Years two score ,fill in
Contest: Six and seven
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 23.04.2026
Sky's decked with a stunning starry gown,
The Corona Borealis forms her crescent crown,
While the Orion forms her belt resplendent,
Pole star hangs like a necklace pendant,
Corona Australis looks like bracelet of stars,
Earth is blessed between Venus and Mars.
Sun has slipped beneath the dark horizon
Sky decked in a bracelet of stars,
Is seen a bride in golden brocade.
She looks so radiant without any scars
Lured by the beauty of that sight
My soul, into celestial heights takes flight.
Those tornadoes hanging in the air,
tomorrow’s forecast is bedazzled.
Suppose a path begins to unfold,
shadows fading take away frazzled.
Decked out and all covered in baubles,
expect fair winds and a new blessing.
Checked the daily report and its fine,
perfect to de-escalate stressing.
peripheral vision is a curse
showing me what I've left undone
like cream swirls in my coffee
which my will can't mix in
can't stir to closure
to declutter
and finish
half-starts
drafts
wants
hopes
left to languish
in cafe latte, now cold
While morning peeps
Daisies alight
Decked in laced white
Field bursts with hues
More blooms unfold --
Plums, clives so gold
And daybreak glints,
Flushed with soft sun
Kids humming...' fun'
Rows of florets
Flaunt their poses
Like whirled roses!
Baskets carry
Long- stemmed bouquets
Oh, lovely sprays
Buds of April ,
Glowing with charm
Their brushed tints...warm!
Caustic systems are breaking down
My son has much to learn
Wavy chips and a bag of scarlet grapes
With Lillie's on white as snow we no more are clowns
Cosmic graves are dug above
Faded rays of luminous hot white suns
Steady dripped and venomous stitched banes of hidden stakes
With ambassadors decked to the nine we bawling
My son we dance now laugh and sing
Learning the systems were not meant to last
Honey cakes and scented roses lament a dance we yet will convene
some people attend church
with no godly intent
they see the worship service
as a red carpet event
decked out in their finest
from head to toe
preening like they're the stars
in the Hollywood show
no true concept of what
praising God is all about
these are the ones who would have caused
the stones to cry out
performance over presence
what they failed to understand
is that we come here to honor
and give praise to the Son of Man
no way of comprehending
that we're spiritually transcending
an inability to see
how to be spiritually free
to worship Christ is to show
adoration and reverence
it's not a live show requiring
a stage presence
to acknowledge God is to submit
your will and your life
and to understand your Divine purpose is
to acquiesce to the Lord Christ
performance over presence
what they failed to discover and discern
is that there is freedom in Christ,
a lifestyle true believers have learned
From deep slumber, I trail away
Where the yellow moths and poppies sway
And sunbeam pours crimson gold,
On meadows burnished since time of old:
It is here that jaybirds decked in fresh reds
Whistle dreamy tunes like morn's newly weds,
That lingering treetops stand aside
As nightscape hooks me for a ride.
For the wind is pure, a calm it achieves
Displaying the glory of leaves---
So maiestic is this place...I tread
Like a hundred years have dawned and fled!
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