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Dear Poetry
Yesterday when demons descended,
you poured hope through ascending angels.
You appeared when bitter ones disappeared,
taught me how to glorify unwritten ink,
conversed with me in free verse
and in the crime of a toxic rhyme,
when some tried to poison my mind,
you were the remedy,
illuminating the flames,
of an imprisoned soul -
finally set free.
In the melancholy of grief,
a moonbeam muse became my nemesis,
reflecting veiled vulnerabilities
like a mirror revealing chronicled
secrets of suppression,
where vocative vowels
connected consistent consonants,
alliterating my soul in a
plethora of persimmon
and periwinkle petals.
Sometimes you fade,
but always return like an intimate scent.
You shelter me on rainy days,
make peace with the past,
soothe in times of sorrow,
wrapping around me like a scarf
when the page becomes too bare.
When deviants sabotage
song sheets of harmonious chords,
you personify serenity through
the simplicity of a haiku -
together we become nature.
I have always been a poet,
unable to let go of expression,
so no poem is forgotten,
even those unspoken
and covered in dust.
In times of betrayal,
our verses remain sacred,
despite selfish syllables and
multi layered metaphors,
forming monotone moods.
Hoping those obsessed with obscurity,
find themselves in the stars.
Our odes to the wilderness,
revealed goldfinches at dawn,
singing under a static scarlet sunrise,
slowly shading into tiffany blue,
signifying poetry, brushstrokes
the colours we envision.
In the stillness of silence,
we drift in idyllic meadows,
where our thoughts roam,
away from sly shadows,
hindering the blossoming
of our handwritten reveries.
Under my skin,
you urge me to find romance,
but sonnets of love
are a restriction of words,
cursed by iambic pentameter,
so I only yearn for the one
whose ballad portrays the
consonance to my assonance.
My beloved poetry,
you do not define me,
unless our words are seeds,
which bloom with sincerity
and promise me,
upon our last breath,
you will engrave one
last love letter on
my tombstone of solitude.
SIMPLE MUSING
27.08.26
Summer skies are colorful delights
As fireflies light up our warm nights
The full moon shines clear and bright
A relaxing, peaceful and serene sight
Goldfinches, and nuthatches are out
Happily eating seeds and dancing about
As crows and hawks circle around
Watching for prey on the ground
Peonies with their saucer sized blooms
Bees busy feeding landing on plumes
Hummingbirds fighting for feeder nectar
An entertaining show of feisty collectors
Late evening after all the traffic’s gone
A loon is heard with its eerie mating song
The leaves rustle in the fragrant breeze
As the songbirds quietly nestle in the trees
Morning sunrise peaks in hot pinks and light blues
Perennial flowers blooming in all colors and hues
Sitting outside with my coffee and no place to go
I sit back and relax and enjoy the magnificent show
8/12/2020
Contest: Nature Rhyming Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
She dreamt a dream of a requisite requiem far away,
For the unrequited love of life, led her lanky lamb's limbs astray.
To where she'd dither along the moor's marsh land,
Braved the dreary draughts of randy rain and hindless hail.
She'd return without fail in her frailty.
To where the shadows cast by the leaves of the alders,
Speckled across her open back like silver freckles.
She'd sway in the clearest of days, and lay in the ravage of rain.
And in saltier slathers of gold graced spit,
She'd await the pair of goldfinches to descend upon her silver speckled clit.
Await the trill of their liquid song, sung by their acetone tongue ,
Pecking a silver chime over the pleasure of grated groans.
“No.” Her iron lungs lunged and quivered.
She supposed he knew from his exhale and shiver.
Awake, now, lesserly known nor knowing, moreso,
awaken, alone, but with the haunting face of a *** upon her window,
“outside, look outside”
It called, so she stayed inside, unknown, laying low from the randy ravage of his rage.
9/11/2025
It's early, as I enjoy my coffee this morning
Birds are chirping, as I hear a blue jays warning
I look outside and see a young red breasted robin
He's Jumping and dancing, his head’s busy bobbin
Goldfinches appear in their bright spring yellow
Chirping, singing their songs sweet and mellow
A pair of red cardinals land and take the show
They’re always together no matter where they go
I decide to take my coffee and go outside
Watching all the songbirds soon scatter and hide
I relax in my chair, smelling sweet lilac blooms
One of my favorite scented spring perfumes
A Baltimore oriole appears on the fence
His black and orange feathers are still and tense
A blue Jay swoops down and lands on the ground
He looks at me, then peculiarly looks around
He takes off quickly, lands in a nearby tree
The oriole is now feeding, chirping with glee
I need to go in now, and get ready for my day
I enjoyed my morning watching spring birds play
4/25/2020
Contest: Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
(Syllables checked on Howmanysyllables.com and rhymes checked with rhymezone)
Rabbit,
run, run!
The farmer doesn’t sleep
while you eat
Run, run!
The storm precedes you,
as it always does
Run, run, little one!
Your heart, like mine
is merely meat
still beating, and warm
inside its fence
We are both
constantly
hungry for something
your red leaf,
your romaine,
your fur-covered flesh is in the dirt
eating away at itself,
so is my colder skin
Little rabbit,
little soul,
my warm-bellied love,
aren’t we both true hunters
of the sodden earth?
the goldfinches,
the steady warblers,
always stop their song
in the stabbing brambles
count the syllables
of silence
in perfect time
making way for thunder
God announces
himself
I’m thankful for the whispering winds and the gentle rain
And the absent sun on dark days, knowing it will be out again
The moonlit skies at night with twinkling stars shining bright
The change of the seasons and all its festive and seasonal sights
The birds who visit and sing their sweet morning melodies
Goldfinches, blue-jays, cardinals and feisty chickadees
Their daily return to feed and build nests nearby in the trees
And watching their entertaining antics as they frolic and tease
Spring blooms that I anticipate and wait for to reappear
In bright colors and scents that bring delight and cheer
The chipmunks and squirrels in my yard scurrying about
with their sputtering, chirping, and barking spouts
The fresh winter snow that cleanses and brightens the ground
and the magical moments of watching the snowflakes come down
When the air warms and crocuses and daffodils emerge through the snow
And the return of Spring when nature rejoices and puts on a beautiful show
Extolling spring, oh, the robins are singing,
Lauding red-maple, bluebirds are frolicking,
There trills a cardinal fervent in courtship
Where on dogwood soulmate is gawking
And joining the symphony goldfinches fly in
Peeking from redbud, clad in blossoms pink,
Reveling in affirmation: season is blooming;
Some are scouting for earthworms in grass,
Some are building nests, wooing romance,
Playful in blue, red, yellow, and dark brown
Wafting aerial stance sweetest is their sound.
Yes, they’re aware I’m watching their show
Peering through windows, they come and go
And slyly they spy when my beloved arrives—
Orioles now drop-by aiming jealous vibes
As sparrows stealthily pry, hovering close by;
Not till she feeds them, do I hear their sigh,
Swirling in pairs they choreograph up high--
Ah, such a thrill it is to see them merrily fly!
Alas, this friendship is built on fragile bond:
When their nests are empty they’ll be gone--
Rain forests to explore and oceans to cross,
Flexing life’s liberties they’ll span on and on
Perhaps to return to where they came from,
Perhaps to opulence of freedom paramount.
February 26, 2021
Placed 2nd: Spring Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Nibbles McCheesy was ever so speedy
And scampering all round the house
Trojan the tabby was getting quite crabby
For failing to capture that mouse
That cowardy custard could not cut the mustard
The mouse was too slippery for he
In truth it was mainly and really quite plainly
For fear that mouse might have a flea
So Nibbles McCheesy would run around freely
With Trojan in feigned hot pursuit
But one day a dollar had bought a flea collar
Which, being pink, looked rather cute
This new situation meant self preservation
Was not gonna hold Trojan back
So Nibbles McCheesy found freedom less easy…
…The front door was open a crack
So Nibbles debated then negotiated
The crack… to the world of ‘outside’
The front door shut tight; he was out for the night
But then a free picnic he spied
McCheesy’s a reader, he’s seen a bird feeder
And knows they’re a banquet on tap
He climbed the bird table fast as he was able
The goldfinches got in a flap
Twas only a minute and Nibbles was in it
Snuck in through a hole in the side
He ate all the seeds beyond all of his needs…
“Help me, I’m stuck fast,” he cried
Then Trojan stepped out, and he gazed all about
He thought he should let Nibbles in
But stuck in his tube, Nibbles asked for some lube
And gave him his best cheesy grin
Down in the meadow, bees are buzzing away
cows laze about, after feeding all day
Wildflowers attract butterflies, in pastel arrays
lapping up nectar, in the warm sunny rays
Down in the meadow, lambs frolic and play
ladybirds climb grass tufts, that gently sway
A farmer wipes his brow, whilst loading hay
midges swirl about, as young horses neigh
Down in the meadow, goldfinches come to lay
gobbling down thistle seeds, without delay
Baby spiders spin webs, in more than one way
none of them mind each other, so all’s ok
Down in the meadow, an old donkey brays
don’t think he’s cross, just dislikes his dray
The residents don’t care, what this ass says
all have things to do, and ignore me anyway
Written: January 26, 2025
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In the pale autumn sun,
a radiant shimmer thrives,
A solitary strand,
a seascape draped in misty gray.
The sand speaks of endless days,
Where waves roll unfazed
by the arrival of winter’s chill.
I trudge through remnants
of slithering worms stripped of flesh,
Barely finding magic
in the comforting shade.
Galumphing creatures
in the glade,
While rainbows blend
on nature's fresh palette.
From dreams,
we drift to hammock swings,
Crisp leaves whisper
tales of desolation streaks.
Bleeding wrists find bleak solace,
Glistening dew on
the tumbling decline beckons.
A chasm stretches wide,
where sharp truths pierce,
the careless stumble of losing
grip on the damp ground.
Echoes of forever
cram the night air,
juggling stormy clouds
with an enveloping shroud.
Wandering among orchids
mimics twilight’s flame,
as paths are carved, straddling
the colossal vastness of darkness
Buzzing, zooming, whispers aside,
and candles illuminate life’s
esoteric game.
Singing goldfinches chirp
from their yellow celandine perch.
Purple crocuses shimmer
beneath the magenta sky.
Riddles dance
upon the sapphire sea tides.