Long 2011 Poems
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2007
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the country stile
hedged the wild flower meadow
where I sit awhile
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shadows in the sky-
fluttering across my eye
a brown butterfly
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on the wind,a bell-
muffled from across the square
raindrops fill the air
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on the lawn
lily petals timeworn-
summer draws to its close
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the tiles dusted with snow-
trickle down fills the
rain butt
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kissing-gate swings-
eternally hitched to you
my heartfelt love
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in the paddy field
waters of Spring-
green shoots in my heart
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2008
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shadows lengthen
chestnuts roast-
winter bides
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2009
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Summer peepshow-
snowberries sunbathing -
autumn preview-
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2010
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frozen into epigrams
tripping off a brush-
haiga images
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azalea perfume hints-
yellows the lawn
this summer morn
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a long parting kiss-
imprinted upon my lips
her lingering heat
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shades of shadowing fall
highlights the pampas grass-
rose hips ripening
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2011
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words left unsaid
drift upon the east wind-
freeze in my heart
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breeze in trees
tiny moths flutter -
cherry blossoms me
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no breeze tonight
the trees pose statuesque-
thoughts holds on pause
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the email opens-
through a veil of tears
a rainbow appears
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a sunset backlit
sculptures the aboretum-
I ,on 'morrow gaze
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Indian summer-
out of depression's shadow-
Autumn leaves my heart
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in my old calendar
her yesterdays-
in tears I reminesce
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neath the chestnut tree
conkers* abound,all around-
a none-er strikes me
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*conkers=horse chestnut seeds-provide a schoolyard
autumn pastime-wiki or google for more info
In a dog's life.We get toy balls, and toy bones
to play with.In a dog's life.We get names like
Rover, and Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, and Lucky.In a
dog's life.We chase balls, and cats, and cars,
and deer, a bird, a pheasant, or a little girl's
Christmas present.In a dog's life.We like milk
bone dog food, crunchy biscuits, and crunchy dog
treats.We like dog foods with plenty of meat.In a
dog's life.We jog along, when the master goes out
for a run, or we run all day long in the back yard,
just for fun.In a dog's life.We catch a flying frisbee.
As it floats through the air.We make all kinds of
noise.As we chase off the grizzly bear.In a dog's
life..
Doggy Pet Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2011,2014..
All rights reserved
45.
Ode to the Flower of June 2011
Got thee at ‘bout four-thirty
While clouds are gray & rainy –
Oh how I missed my real plan
TED Orientation was gone
Flower there must be better
Event's worth to remember
It was because of nonsense
Momentum near decadence
This time I was in hurry
So I must be not sorry
Slip not oh flower of June
Despite bad weather, there's boon
And oh I can't imagine
There's something red & glowin'
While alone in Amang Hall
A little drizzle, befall
Sitting in front computer
Door's open, saw I flower
Went out for awhile to get
Red santan bundle that's wet.
-06/30/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
. T ulips coated in dewy waxen gloss
U ndulating their warm fragrant breath
L eaving - that cold hearted Mr. Frost
I n a
P uddle of tears
S creaming - Spring is here!
~~~~~
Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Written: April 11, 2011
For: Carol Brown's contest - Spring Flowers
Awarded: First Place
Happiness Is:
Hearing and singing my favorite songs,
Accomplishing tasks that've been planned for so long.
Spending a day with a needle or hook,
Crocheting or stitching, or reading a good book.
Creative juices abundantly flowing,
Keeping poetic endeavors fruitful and growing.
Baking chocolate chip cookies on a cold winter's day,
And sharing with friends - it's better that way.
Inner security, freedom from fear,
Nestling close to my husband, so dear.
Hugs from my sons given "just because",
Spending time with family, including in-laws.
But what makes me happiest each and every day,
Is knowing God loves me and for my sins He paid.
Each day I awaken knowing God's on His throne,
And no matter what happens, I'm never alone.
12/7/2011 for Carol Brown's Being Happy contest
Watch T.V., so you don't have to think.
I could be dead tomorrow, but today I'm alive,
So right now, I truly am willing to strive;
To get all I want, before death comes to take me,
So show me Heaven on Earth, you beautiful lady.
But don't give me a baby, or a headache,
Don’t waste our precious time together,
Watching repeats of Ricki Lake.
Or Jerry Springer, or even Oprah.
No I don't want to watch another soap!
Or something so soulless and devoid of inspiration.
Could you put on some tunes and turn off the television?
Just play me some music, by someone who has something to say
And let me fall in love, with a single lyric today.
By an intelligent lyricist, with a funky beat,
That makes us tap our feet and shake our thang.
Do you get me? Capiche? Do you understand what I'm saying?
Or are you too drunk, to care anymore,
I'm sorry, I'll shut up, I'm obviously a bore,
That you have to ignore, so here's the remote,
I think I'll just leave and go write a book.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Your heart my Love
worth more than a thousand mines of gold
they could never purchase
the purest standards from times of old
there is such beauty
in songs where justice does prevail
where the stories told
those causes the judges never fail
in whom the welfare
of mankinds oppressions are overcome
and your pursuit of
them can so never be outdone
it is there I rest
in the meditations of your mind
songs of clarity
in which ones destiny has not been blind
and there put you forth
a call that others would you join
and fey despise
those who would virtue to purloin
in whose faultlessness
draws forth the throng and multitude
that we all might see
in us like innocence therein exude
so alas I thought
to reach this is the strivings of the mad
out of grasps reach
to imitate this pattern might be had
but it is your gift
and the power of its spirit we display
wherein are abled
we to walk its path in everyway
there we to approach
a mighty throne built of just and true
and learn these statutes
and everyday enact them what we do
where we are drawn
unto a model whose display is without equal
and to pass it on
to others its perfections are the sequel
sources :Gospels about the Christ
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Every time I turn the radio on I hear a feller's plaintive song,
About his achin' heart and how his woman done him wrong!
How they once held each other close beneath the harvest moon;
Now, he sits alone caressin' a beer at Cudahey's Diner and Saloon!
He found his woman hangin' out in honky-tonks at the edge of town,
Consortin' with the local rabble tossin' whiskey sours down!
Never mind that she caught him with Hildebrun at Clyde's Greasy Spoon!
Now, he sits alone caressin' a beer at Cudahey's Diner and Saloon!
His woman tells him to stop his gamblin' at the Pot O' Gold Casino,
And if he doesn't stop and toe the line, she's headin' for a split in Reno!
He wonders where his charm has gone that once made her swoon.
Now, he sits alone caressin' a beer at Cudahey's Diner and Saloon!
He feels a pang of guilt for not providin' the kids with decent shoes,
And blowin' the grocery money on the horses, cigarettes and booze!
But can't a feller have a little fun without her ragin' like a typhoon?
Now, he sits alone caressin' a beer at Cudahey's Diner and Saloon!
He stops at Cudahey's after work and drinks until they douse the light.
He cries on Bubba the barkeep's shoulder unloadin' on him every night.
He feels as if his woman thrust through his heart a very sharp harpoon!
Now, he sits alone caressin' a beer at Cudahey's Diner and Saloon!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 3 in Paula Swanson's "Play Me A Cheatin' Song" Contest - May 2011
Corporal Angela (Ange) Birgit Kay
28July 1985 29 April 2015
I Met this girl in 2011
But alas she has gone to heaven
She was a great girl
And a Yorkshire lass
Far too young
For her too pass
When we were down
Ange was there
Now for your family
We send this prayer
A daughter a Sister
A fiancé and friend
But we all know
Its not the End
You have now gone
To see others past
In our minds
You will always last
Football was but one passion
And so was Tug o War
A real talent representing the Corps
A true spirited girl who
Strived for the best
Now you can be laid to rest
Ange you will sure be missed
Up in heaven getting Pxxxed
Look after those that went before
And remember its not a chore
Rip our dear Ange
Even if we called you flange
It was a pleasure to have served with you
Even now Im feeling blue
You were the best a friend could ask for
Please save us a place at heavens door
Until that day we meet again comes
Fly with those angels in the sky
And let us worry about the Why
R.I.P Angela Kay gone too young
71.
What I Missed from School
If I've been not in school
Surely I missed a lot
Not only the brain tool
I'll point to the people
Whose influence could make
Life more valuable
Were they my teachers?
And/or my classmates
Or other superiors?
They could be among them
Those whose passion, talents
Skills, likes – with me the same
They were also the ones
Whose dreams and ambitions
Could be also my wants
Was afraid to reveal
What are truest in me
Harder still to conceal.
-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection