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Sometimes I wonder about nature’s mysteries…
how there is so much I can’t explain?
Like why the sand dunes can be heard to sing
or how flowers anticipate the rain.
Like how the sun rises to greet the day
and how at night it bids adieu.
Like how there is a rhythm to the waves
or how the sky epitomizes blue.
Like how a stream can talk to you.
Like how dew drops nestle in the grasses.
Like how clouds can change right before our eyes
or how leaves shiver as a cool breeze passes.
Like how life can flourish in the most unlikely places.
Like how the ocean can be so wide.
Like the boisterous sound of crows in flight
or the silence of a pelican’s glide.
Like the sheer force of thunder and lightning
as they announce a summer squall.
Like how a rainbow stretches across the sky.
Like the the wonder of a waterfall…
But then again when I stop to think about it
I don’t really want to know
what makes the flowers smile
what makes the cool winds blow
because as I look around me…
as out on nature my eyes gaze
I don’t want to know her secrets….
I prefer to be amazed.
You left early without a goodbye
I miss the sweet missives
Those feelings tried to deny
My heart perfect way to express.
Love note every day enlightens the way
Whether springtime or summer mild.
They climb inside to live timelessly,
Absorb my mind like a newborn child.
When moments go to be silence
The unavoidable changes surprises,
Emotions do not remain in peace
sleeping off differences and varieties.
We stand and listen to them speaking,
Voices roll out in the ocean of tranquil.
Commence the waves splashing
imagine different thoughts for a while.
Colors change shadows made cold
But the lamb in my heart burns bright.
Inside, all the shades made of gold
They are reading your love note.
Daring the emotions of the night,
Pulverizes every beat of my heart.
Capturing stars until daylight,
Only physical distance kept us apart.
Inheriting a minute long-held trance,
Where your beauty epitomizes.
Your expression fell into a place
And on my breath, I wore your kisses.
A picturesque scene for every minute
Thoughts wander and try to conquer,
The contours from your love note
has made a desire that intimacy of hunger.
Wherever you go whatever you do,
the victor’s fire from within fear
burn stronger the love for you
Waiting to find your home here.
Yarns Of A Seafaress
Hemingway's famous "Old Man and the Sea"
Simply couldn't hold a candle to me
I caught Ahab's great white whale
Did some surfing on his tail
Made him jump through hoops 'fore I set him free
In Scotland I gave Nessie a big scare
As with my huge net, the beast I did snare
I held on as Nessie tugged
Then set her free as I shrugged
To tell the truth, Nessie hadn't a prayer
And now I've set my sights on the Kraken
Oh yes, I'm more than a fishing bumpkin
And so for Norway I sail
To prove women aren't frail
This giant squid is simply a munchkin
This wonderful poem epitomizes Carolyn's love for everything about the sea.
She has so creatively and entertainly regaled us with her delightful writes based on
her own personal sea adventures that have become and will remain classics.
I can picture Carolyn standing on the prow of a boat, her hair streaming in the wind,
as it charges full steam ahead as she seeks further swashbuckling challenges beyond
the horizon. She has been a supporter and encourager to me not only in poetic matters but personal matters as well. I pray that her well of verse will never run dry!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
For years at our cabin a family location signpost stood
to remind any of us when to the cabin we roam,
We’re part of an extended family…and when we’re not in the cabin
where we all call home.
But, over the years, as our family has grown and moved around…
those arrows were no longer accurate…and were showing signs of deterioration….
So this year we decided that old family location signpost needed renovation.
We settled on a family mushroom…
because a mushroom symbolizes new beginnings, good fortune and re-birth,
and using an old fence post of Grandpas and his old post hole diggers…
we secured it to the Earth.
When we realized our family had grown so large…as families are wont to do
we decided one mushroom wasn’t enough…so we erected two.
For the top of the posts (now our mushroom stems)
In the garage we found two old purple saucer sleds…
and deciding they would work as mushrooms caps…we painted them bright red.
Deborah painted white spots on the cap…and those spots aren’t alone…
because along each stem every family member has a white spot of their own.
All of our spots occupy places on the stems…easy for everyone to see
Diane and Fred are at the top…having been the creators of this cabin…
and the heart and soul of our family.
You may notice there are still a lot of blank spaces on our mushroom stems…
just in case you want to know…
this gives our family…just like mushrooms…plenty of room to grow.
Which means we’ll be adding new spots…
which will keep our mushroom patch and our family strong
whenever new husbands, new wives, new partners…and new babies come along.
I mentioned the reasons why we chose a family mushrooms patch…
but it’s so much more than that…
For now we have a family symbol…that not only epitomizes our family’s love…
but is also good for us…because as everybody knows
mushrooms….are low in calories and fat.
The birth place of world war II
after an invasion void of any declaration.
Stamps on history’s book by feminine hands
to ascertain the first death sentence of the same human disaster.
A time frame marked its stolen identity
signifying its absorption into the world map
when three neighbouring nations rolled dices on its existence.
Roman Catholicism is advertised by the sun
in this place where it’s the pioneer of oil refinery
and the continent’s most important reproductive clinic
to border-crossing summer birds.
The father of Europe in king Kazimierz Jagiellonczyk
married off his three seeds of fertility
who were carrying rich humus
to the germination of Europe’s greatest dynasties.
Another king flatters history when he re-based back to his origin
to honour a coronation conflicting the poles’ election.
The heart of the world of European Jews
where their rescue during the holocaust was second to none
where the first artificial language, created and sustained;
and having a patriot decorated five times on physical masculinity.
It is the home to the famous Nicolaus Copernicus
and the birth place of the globally applauded Marie Curie.
The last will and testament of the expiring country
marks the first European constitutional state.
The underground salt cathedral is significant in its global age ranking.
The Bialowieza Primeral, epitomizes the continent’s last ancient forest
and the piwnica Swidnilka ranks the first
in the pride of the continent’s aged restaurants.
Its historic medicinal use of vodkas
and the blossom to the stem end direction
of peeling Bananas ready for consumption
beautifies the grit of a nation which stood firm
even after a forty and three attempts of invasion.
No matter the subject, poetry,
somehow, is all about love --
Love, a poet's bread and butter.
Staple stapled to the writing
tip of his forever pen, and the backside
of his often used pencil. Falling in and out of.
Were it not for Love's addictive nature,
a poet's heart's habitual affliction...there would be no poetry.
No poet. Period.
Hallmark rhymes are far from my
heart's loses and finds, no paper beaters
in said repertoire -- torrid bliss, or totally disappointed,
pissed!~ has always been my hotly repeated refrain! --
Poetry oscillates, lively. A charged, bare wire!
Makes for hyper passionality (made that word up).
Rises, a Sky-rocket -- bottoms~ a clogged bowel!
Too much overeating of non-tenderized fowl
reflects and epitomizes, self induced, masochistic
relationships, that lead to, autogenous, butchered,
my own mental scalpel, seeming lobotomies. A medical wonder I can yet write.
The poet consumes drama~ discharges incessantly!
Both sustenance and waste, same confounded paste
he spreads on toast and his own body roast --
Adds and subtracts vociferously, voluminously, deeply,
depth-fully~ each work, in some way, an extension
of presupposed, paramount, though egoistic, core matters. His many
Pointillism, mixed with mere, random, ill conceived
uninspiring hackneyed splatters.
Feels so deeply,
that what he cannot create for himself, from emotional
others he will beg, steal and borrow -- absence of
love, for the poet~ there is no
yesterday! Nor today...nor future desire though potentially a richly composite
tomorrow.
Our views and sorrows are mirrored in life.
Each jagged shard epitomizes some strife.
Our wounds, sufferings, and personality,
It will include one's beliefs and morality.
Are we netting insight or primarily existing?
Veins would shiver with shattered feelings.
The sharp edges puncture into the intact body.
A wrecked heart squall for plenty and vitality.
Inside the proper limits of a selfish quiddity.
Contemplations from one's own perspective.
Moving good faith grips to a broke history.
Surprising yet rather fiery and lively festive.
In fear of what I can view, I won't stare in the mirror.
My fierce peek and jagged shards scold a sinner.
Written: May 04, 2022
1st place contest winner
In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
The pool unfolds like a satin strip,
a tapestry of turquoise stillness.
Sunlight stuck on its facade,
a glass sheet spread to shatter.
A maroon reflective house
shadowed by two leaning palms,
their hushed fronds, the indolent onlookers,
impersonate the silent sky.
A violent bloom of serrated purity
in the stretch of sapphire serenity,
stillness splintered by the frenetic spout.
The splash, the chaotic vista,
a coronet of fluid wonder,
epitomizes the geometry of fading disarray,
interlacing the memories of elation,
rolling over the painted silence.
Inspired by A Bigger Splash by David Hockney (1967)
Written as a tribute to the departed painter.
*Image of Loving One More by NS.
A Second Please
Aesthete equip upkeep spade, trowel, and watering pail,
Balters out freely, gagging unwantable, grit travail,
Chrysalism advents the righteous eyes and elaborates,
Dulcet forgivings a moment's lapse and recuperates,
Euphoria occasions the receptive hearts embrace,
Felicity's steadies champion the winner's showcase,
Gossamer delicate filter fuses genteel gazes,
Harmonize the Gospel's prophetic parallel phrases,
Iridescence spellbinds above looks and lost impressions,
Justifiable step courses the upright's discretions,
Kindheartedness inherently effectuates the blest,
Lissomeness affects the civilized privileged expressed,
Mellifluous genteel everflowing enterprises,
Nascent origins destined promise epitomizes,
Opportunity avails the well-intent fruition,
Pristine presents its presence post sadden sky emission,
Quintessential innates encryption of a paragon,
Resplendence fashionably enriches the noumenon,
Serendipity ventures impulsive ones they're future,
Tendril's tenacious virility thriving to assure,
Ubiquitously an omnipresence or internet,
Vagary ideals grant causality silhouette,
Woolgathering mulls the lowly, awakes the enlightened,
Xenodochy's hotel's hospitality meets heightened,
Yesteryear traces memories, remembrance reverses,
Zenith's a second, in Abecedarian verses.
2022 August 28
*HMS; 14 syllables per 26 lines.
Written: August 24, 2026, for: Week's Poetry Challenge: The Color Blue
Blue, a zealot turned arrogant,
fervor fading into hauteur,
devotion darkened into disdain.
sapient in its sway,
dulcet as hymns
and still a shade of seashell.
It limns the sky’s scriptorium,
A selfish scroll of sequins
Stippling clouds with crevice cracks.
A symbol for suns that sail away.
desuetude drapes the shore—
The ocean exhorts
a savage screech
a spindle scream
against scree and stone.
Blue epitomizes arrogance.
indulgent in its rejection,
a wicked shade,
funny but sad,
a spirit of saudade.
It speaks in sonic waves, furtive, fecund, effete—
a hallucinative hymn unraveling across the horizon.
flecked with fanfare froth
Blue is the ache of elsewhere,
a pertinacity of longing,
an obvious evil,
yet a harvest of comfort—
an ethereal respite,
a lullaby of light.
And silence, salient, settles—
blue bows its zealot head,
a final hush,
the sky exhales,
a lucid lull remains.