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Coiled up for winter slumber it had rested the budding pledge
Soil still moist the promise is waiting for blossoms and sedge
To give host to migrating birds returning from busy regeneration
A miracle planted by knowing creation and heartwarming sensation
Swallows circle over hedges filled with daffodils and berry shoots
Below the wild brush with spring in its steps an abundance of roots
Sketch channels of promise faith and nature from deep undercover
As if a cave dwelling hermit is reunited once more with his lover
The vernal seasons blossoms on polychrome canvas and realign
Meaning in the eye of change with perpetual motion designed
To pause for thought reflection silent prayer and humble appraisal
Meanwhile spiders wed on their cobwebs spun from witch hazel
An owl proposes to her mate and sends a call into rustling breeze
Which embraces in gentle caress the unperturbed colony of bees
‘Honey’ they shout ‘its time to leave the hive once more for food’
Jelly Royal for breakfast and wild herbs to improve on our mood
Meanwhile gelatinous creatures awaken on shore lines and beaches
Unaware that we are hankering for freshness and gathering peaches
The serpent claims it is about apples and dates for paradise earth
Gaia watches over an abundance of kindness and reincarnated birth
Soon it will be summer and fields will harvest unless the grim reapers
Call to join crosses and tombstones overgrowing with climbing creepers
The equinox reminds us that we are impermanent and life is quite finite
And that with star dust and good fortune the moment beats hindsight
Past future and present are really synonymous expressions of being
Blindfolds and double vision mistake the moment for the illusion of seeing
Here and now the circle of life spins our short insignificant vital span
Inflated by greed and possessions when in truth there is a different plan
02nd May 2020
Written for contest Spring Rhyme Poetry
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
There’s something about poetry that grips me
Like gravity does the moon,
While I keep trying to let it go
It treats me like a loon.
As if I can’t control myself
And these urges in my veins,
To compose another line or two
And extinguish all the flames.
Like a Phoenix that keeps rising
From out of the deep dark blue,
And never allows my mind to rest,
No matter where or what I do.
To alleviate these phantom-like flashes
Of memories like comet tails,
Shooting across my mind and sky
As if carrying the Holy Grail.
Portending they have something important to say
To the world, to you and me,
And yet in the end it’s more like the wind
Whispering like Sirens of Titan, “Set us free.”
With notions of emotions
Full of love, lust, hate and loss,
The circle of life through dark and light
And Jesus on the Cross.
Let the words come forth right out of the source
Of wherever thoughts are conceived,
The Quantum Field, the “Plenum” revealed
The Great Maker of all we think and believe.
The vacuum of space where only a trace
Of vibration quivers out there,
Sending the Muses to confound and confuse us
Poets who dutifully dare.
As I do what I must to let go and trust
These poetic thoughts that abound,
That the words will unfold like silver and gold
And a treasure may someday be found.
© Terrell Martin, 02/22/2025
Morning dew clings tight
To thin branches reaching to the sky
While gravity tugs down.
Crystal balls reflect the world
While keeping their secrets.
Some round, some oval,
Frosty beads and clear droplets,
Nature's chandelier.
Light breaks through water droplets,
Forming bridges to the sky.
Mirror and lens both,
Each drop shows what surrounds it
And makes it larger.
Some eyes were wide open in awe,
Others are dreaming, half-closed.
Silent talks between droplets
In their world of light
Some alone, some as a community.
Tiny planets in orbit
Around the branch that holds them.
Earth feeds tree roots deep,
A tree lifts water to the sky
Full circle of life.
Liquid jewels of poetry
Write verses without speaking.
Here and then gone so fast,
Small yet holding everything,
The dawn's fleeting treasure.
Ordinary twigs become
Pathways between earth and sky.
Countless shimmering
Worlds in perfect balance hanging
Both nothing and everyone in all.
Life and Death in two separated clusters, Klimt draws conflicts.
The serenity of his cycle of life is bright in pure color, he depicts.
A modern dance of death, yet he offers pause in what is inevitably set.
Death savoring in anticipation, musing with the decision “Not yet”.
Idly, death looks on, a sinister smile upon the gruesome face.
He has no semblance of human form except a skull in place.
Bones clutch a scepter as he seems to have found something to amuse.
His robe of blue adorned by crosses, is he deciding which one to choose ?
The manifestation of death at a distance from the slumbering cycle of life.
A child to the young women, a muscular male and the old, fear no strife.
Beautiful rounded forms clad with gently patterned clothes,
Seemingly unperturbed by the grim reaper, everyone loathes.
There is an eternal confrontation between death and life.
Depictions of death usually show as dangerous as a knife.
Opposed to the life depicted in a passive sleep like state.
The purposeful asymmetrical balance is to differentiate.
Death lies in wait in his blue robe with many a gaping grave.
And yet hope of a reconciliation, seems that he will save.
Not the evil lurking death, tempting them from their bed,
Time to tell with the circle of life, will he allow them to live on instead?
In the circle of life, if you’re lucky…ripples of love will extend…
forming an ever increasing circle of its own…one even death cannot end:
Before he met her what he knew of love…every understanding he ever had
he gained inside his family…watching his mom and dad.
Thus before he met her he was ready to love…and the older and older he grew
he was confident he would find someone…someone to love…like they do.
Then he met her..and he began to draw on everything about love he once knew
and he whispered when held her…“No one will ever love you like I do.”
They raised a family and what their children learned of love…every understanding they ever had
they gained inside their family…by watching their mom and dad.
And once on their own they were ready to love…for the older and older they grew
they knew they would find someone to love…like their mother and father do.
Then they met their someone and they began to draw on everything about love they once knew
and they whispered as they held them…“No one will ever love you like I do.”
And when one life was about to end
one hand into the other hand slid…
and they whispered softly to each other
“No one ever loved me like you did.”
Decisions
Once again the day has come and gone
So many things still left undone
Waiting for that right someone
Hoping he hasn’t come and gone
Wanting to be independent and free
All the while the thought scares me
Thoughts keep floating through my head
At times i don’t want to get out of bed
Needing to make it on my own
Wanting to prove that I am all grown
Breaking free is hard to do
Don’t want to disappoint you
I see the fear in your eye
Your little girl is trying to fly
You’re scared that i’ll leave you
But know I will always need you
Now it’s my time
To see how high i can climb
I know i can do it
Your love helps me through it
Don’t want you to you think i’m running away
For back to you i’ll always sway
You helped me grow and help me learn
But now it is my turn
Because of your i’ll never sink
You taught me how to swim
I’ll always have you
This is just something i have to do
Spread my wings and leave the nest
You’ll be a big part of the rest
It’s the circle of life
Dealing with all this strife
Right now i won’t bend
It’ll come in the end
Feeling like I am left behind
These last few years been in a bind
Wanting freedom but needing you
So unsure of what to do
Knowing i should take this chance
Not quite knowing how to dance
In the end just make it up
Learning it’s part of life to screw up
I’m still afraid to make mistakes
Knowing sometimes that what it takes
Knowing life may not be easy
At times not fun or breezy
But in the light of a new day
Everything’s clear all the way
I know what i have to do
Even though in some ways it may hurt you
But i’ll say it again like i did before
I’ll always have an open door
I hope you’ll use it
I know you’ll come through it
I’ll only be a call away
If you need me in any way
Remember this isn’t goodbye
Only something i must try
Cycle of life
Ring of length in a circuit
Circle of life
Wing of strength in a conduit
Flow of life vibrates and pricks
Electricity you can feel in needles and sticks
A game of a life-winning prize
A frame displayed in a live, lifting size
Cycle of life in you that charges and chime
Tracks of moving rings that hinges, not grime
Girdle of life that showers and embrace
Dwindling up and down like growers of God's grace
Circling the tree of life is your power
Power of cyclone that defines the tower
Tower of faith, hope and light
Light coruscant in the heat of the night
Cycle of life that grows in you
Rhythm in a wheel, spinning in loops and never halt in you
Tackle box, fishing poles, radio, a good book to read
In a quite little alcove , the back outskirt of Lake Mead
The desert sun burning the sky, I’m comfortable in the shadow
I see the shad chumming toward the shore, my bait a live minnow
Suddenly, down the shoreline, I see the water, rapidly rippling my way
I was about to see, a vicious act of Nature: a school of large striped bass
A hundred strong with a school of fifty tagging along : the bass kicked …
I wonder Are The TROUT biting??
Inspired by Amy Green’s Contest : : I saw with my own Eyes
July 8, 1979 -- 10:50 A.M. Lake Mead , Henderson Nevada
I never really minded the species that inhabited me.
I had especially taken a liking to man, however.
"I'll take care of you.", they promised.
I believed it--
We became interdependent, inseparable.
He relied on me, and I relied on Him.
I gave Him food, water, and air, He gave me towering buildings that grasped at my atmosphere.
It was perfect;
Until it wasn't.
As time went on, man began cutting down my trees for the pages to write their own stories with.
Their tales will be woven between my pages, ink stains the skin I shed for Him.
And with my help, their stories will thrive.
Remain utterly, completely,
timeless.
days have now turned into years
there are a few grey hairs
i notice a wrinkle here and there
pain is felt in places that i never had before
i guess that is what comes with getting older
however....our love grows younger everyday
it keeps me spritely i reckon
it is never easy always, but loving you is always easy....dig that!
i never thought i would ever say this and mean it, but i love you more everytime the earth spins in a full circle
that means we have evolved in a circle of life that has come full circle in multiples of infinity
that means something to me more than you know
as you lay sleeping on my right thigh for the milliumteeth time, i just shake my head at the realization that God has His Own Plans for us
it may not be at all the way we imagined our lives to be, but then you are living your dream in a way that is completely opposite of the carefully crafted art in your mind
though i am living in many unified zones of twilight, i'll be doggone if my smile didn't give me away so easily
years are now decorated and celebrated as sweet decadence