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Somber is the color of the day...
Window glass distorts the view, of the dreary afternoon
Prisms of light cavorting outside, are reflected from the dew
and rainbows are splashed, from an old pewter lamp
as if to divert me of my mood
While quietly, I sit, and ponder it all, my pen is close, my chin in hand
Pinned back, my strands, a sweater, old, is pulled around the chill
woven in colors, of various yarns, as varied as thoughts that take me away
My mind is lost in a wakened dream
While trees are tossed about in winter wind,
and leaves lay dead beneath the snowy mounds
a fire glows, and a storm now keeps me bound
One shard of light from a neighbor's home
across the hill, a distant mile
The dimness in a room from winter sighs...
then something sparks a word ...a line, .. a verse, ... a lullaby ...
The day is sadder than the words I had found...
so somber is the day that keeps me bound
I hide away this moment....a cup of tea, a Golden Lab for company..
One peek beyond the distant hill, a touch of sun
A glimpse of mountain, pastures deep, my dog that sleeps...
A momentary chance to free my soul
In just a brief, but deep departure from the ordinary...
I explore my thoughts, search my heart, wonder what this day will bring...
I watched old memories, long kept cold, ...unfold as if a dream
Unsort, relive, those worlds untold....
Exploring new words, I now have found
Stumbling through my mind, unintended
Watching the words tumble as if unattended...
Unfolding, exploding, and falling in chaos
Paying no mind to the reader's conception
Cleansing, pleasing, as my soul fits the pieces...
Beneficial.... to the reader...will it matter? Who knows?...
But a satisfying journey traveled and found
by myself....and for myself, ....as the one who's creating...
Looking out from blurry windows...a dark day continues ...
on a somber colored day, that kept me bound.....
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Multiple wings
Created just for me
Now I can fly
Into the friendly skies that can become unfriendly at times
Really high
Being among the clouds and soar
Get to know the birds and even out the flying score
Discovering having a destiny bound
Flying heart that can be found
Exploring a universe my very own
Totally full blown
Straight through the atmosphere
Showing no fear
Flying to places always dreamed about
Pausing for rest at times
Up close and personal
Seeing only pictures in the past, but flying and seeing what I dreamed about coming to life
Personal eyes on the scene
Horizons far
Destinations having no limit
Possibilities in the know
Believing and receiving
No more thinking if I had wings
Created and accounted for
Flying the distance being a blessing.
I dreamed you were a poem
that has not been written.
A poem about you as an ocean,
no one’s ever seen you so blue.
Or measure the depths
of the beauty within you.
The way you enjoy a pleasant.
Unexpected surprise,
and the feel of a morning sunrise.
Of spring time coming to soon,
or the smell of all the flowers in bloom.
A moth freeing itself from winters cocoon,
takes flight by the light of a full moon.
A poem about you as a kiss
that caresses the soul.
An emotional poem
where lovers lose control.
Like majestic mountain
snow covered peaks.
A love exploring the heights
that ecstasies reach.
A provocative poem of wild parties
and never ending nights.
A passionate poem, asking.
What if love were a fight?
A delicious poem of discovery and delight.
Of lovers wishing for just one more night.
A poem that poets, are still waiting to write.
I dreamed you were a poem
that has not been written.
The Avian Flu is over.
Time for a change of scene.
The barn doors slowly open.
We feel comforted by the green.
Us chicks will have adventures.
We'll slurp some slimy things.
We'll cluck along in unison
With the choir that has wings.
We'll nestle in long chunks of grass.
Shadows will cool us in the sun.
Each day will be a hen party
And we'll have lots of fun!
We'll tease the sheep with pecking
'Til they head-butt us away.
Our hearts will be light as our feathers.
We'll chuckle. And we'll play.
Other outdoor creatures
Will think that we're insane,
For we will keep exploring
While they shelter from the rain.
Our nights feel more restful.
We dream of what we see.
Our lockdown has been lifted.
Though there are fences, we are free!
One winter's day you came to us
Right out of the blue!
Damaged, alone, starved and scared -
Your trauma silenced you.
Your bark and bite got lost somehow
But your character was loud and clear.
You made the most of the love we gave.
In return, you brought us so much cheer!
Eight wonderful years ...
How fast they flew!
We're so grateful
That we had you.
We'll miss the spring that was in your step
When your dish rang like a bell,
The way your beautiful eyes lit up
When exploring a different smell,
The pitter-patter of your paws
As you paced 'til you got attention,
The puppy in you when it was time to play,
Your grin and your affection!
Yes dear Sally, our yellow Lab,
How we miss you so!
We promise never to forget you,
Never to let go.
And though on that Monday morning baby,
We both had to part,
You'll always be my little treasure
Forever in my heart.
Exploring lovesome impulses of quixotic themes
Promises we exchanged of allures romantic
Enticing maiden passions in realm of fantasies
Strumming heart rhythms’ emboldened music
Embellishing sweet lyrics of enchanted instincts,
Pursuing fervid dreams, longing forever bliss;
But only till you extolled of marriage and family
Seeking permanence from immature feelings
Lacking self-confidence, afraid of uncertainty,
Phobic of commitment, fearful of inabilities;
Youthful, unwitting, timidly choosing to flee,
Abandoning blossoms of life’s budding prairies.
I never wonder what our lives could have been
For you still enchant my unfulfilled memories
Smiling back happily, beaming with your family,
Much alike you envisioned life for you and me
If only I had dared to welcome zealous calling,
Sailing to placid paradise, you once imagined.
But regrets do not dwell on hills of our destinies
For separately we found our voices of harmony
As we stay in touch and revere our blessings
Wishing for each other life’s blooming springs,
Spreading goodwill, lauding wisdom of aging,
Leaving behind fantasies of untrodden themes.
November 9, 2022
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The garden sunlight plays tag
with our fat ginger cat.
Dad watches World War Two
he grinds his teeth
a general forced to take a back seat.
Mother is in the kitchen
not her natural territory.
She opens cupboards exploring contents.
It is a blue and white kitchen
made of trees that died in 1974
along with linoleum dreams.
She shakes a martini like a
blind cardsharp. Her wrists
are heron bones
that click a gold-toothed charm chain.
Flashes of recollection -
they follow me up beige carpeted stairs.
Small bathroom-toilet to the right
where once I saw mum naked.
Oedipus lives down the hall
as a young teenager.
From my window
I see the long narrow garden
with its back gate.
Passion-flowers entwining pine boards.
When the Nazi Storm Troopers come
I will fire down at them, lobbing hissing grenades
that land like angry cats onto their fleeing backs.
A knock on my bedroom door.
I can hear myself breathing heavily,
a teenager desperately yells: 'Keep out!'
Mum pauses to catch her breath.
She is out of uniform,
and speaking
to a camera in my head.
There is no place where one can roam
where someone’s feet have not yet trod,
no islands we have yet to see,
few new peaks that leave us awed,
no vast prairie to set down in,
few jungles that we’ve not explored,
and yet still in the human heart
is the urge to discover more.
What happens if it is not met
is nothing good, that I can tell,
you must give us a new frontier
before we destroy ourselves.
What of all the ‘crazy’ loners,
who never really could fit in?
They once had places to flee too,
free of all the social sins,
places where they were left alone
to build a life in their own way,
now we just drug and medicate,
try and push them into the fray.
Then we wonder why they go and snap,
where our world is their living hell,
give the loners a new frontier
before they destroy themselves.
What of all the exploring types,
whose nature is always restless,
their minds not able to function
without always asking ‘what’s next?’
One world just isn’t big enough
to keep their energies contained,
and if they do not stay challenged
bad things happen within their brains.
The ‘frontiers of the mind’ might do
to keep them for a short spell,
but if we don’t have a real frontier
they will soon destroy themselves.
Something should be said of men,
and the hard truths inside our minds,
if we’re not building, pushing hard,
there’s no enjoyment in our lives.
Those great masculine powers that
built up our fine society
are not content with their laurels,
we must engage then, constantly.
Without frontier there’s only war,
and we all know that don’t end well,
turn men loose on a new frontier
before they destroy themselves.
What of our species as a whole,
on this small, blue rock in space,
a cosmic shooting gallery
which could so quickly life erase,
if we don’t do it first ourselves,
though so far we’ve ducked that blow,
our fractious nature keeps it near,
so we will need some place to go,
to ensure our story keeps on,
that we never see our death knell,
open the gates on a new frontier
before we all destroy ourselves.
…You know what? Forget you. We’ll do it ourselves.
He gently looks at me with dusky sighs
Although he’s bared my soul a hundred times
Those deepened eyes unfold to memorize
All captive thrills releasing moans , sublime.
His eyes are twilight’s song in waves of haze
Exploring hunger’s thirst, a moistened glade
And every movement sets the stars, ablaze
To grasp the blooming rise of tunes replayed.
A mounted flavor climbs, and I’m complete
With glow , to open mouth of eve-song’s fire
Inside one breath, our tender glances heat,
Disrobing this and that, moonbeams conspire.
Those dusky eyes anoint my fluid skin
As ripples of chaste love tremble within.
Any Subject, Any Form--New Poem Contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Written: July 18, 2023
Away In A Manger Contest Re Run Poetry Contest- Sponsored by: JAN ALLISON
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Cruising starts the journey
Heaven-float, dream ship
Worthy of a gurney
Surge through blue waves trip
Sunlight kisses the deck
stoked sightseer meet
In such a tense wreck
Start a long sail treat
The ship leaves the land back
Each person sees chances
Captain wise and skilled track
Moves the ship well dances
Devoted crews on board
Stake one's most comfort
Kitchen Chefs' are the lord
Night's joy of all sorts
Poolside to ballroom dance.
Nothing's aye boring.
Fun, thrills, limitless chance.
Days melt exploring.