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I wot of maifaire said the man where people sell
Upon the green where are leafy boughed trees seen
There stand thegen; reeve; and fat geese lay, there
People do sport and horses neigh
Just follow down the earthen track
you will see it where
the colored buntings flap.'
Wow so this is Mayfair the tourist said, place of
Bustle place of style, of well paved streets place
Of happening and moment , Its great to see the glitz and glitter the glazed iced Cakes and Impersonal titter; the endless roar of fervid hordes
Here is everything man adores.' Its so fullfillng
Its really grand to think I stand on such august
a spot just an Iowa man.'
I'm already feeling the culture seep in, I'll return
Home more like Milton I can feel it in my skin.'
In the service yord of a Mayfair hotel people huddle
Homless almost hopeless craving warmth they lay
Under slate or skies of blue its all the same
The pavement is hard whatever the weather they find
Five years you must live near; around or a place
Will not be yours 'never mind' it was David Cameron
Who gifted them so, and it was not expensive I have
Been informed tis a most baneful woe'
Hail, little birdie perched on tree!
What hast thou now to say to me?
“A little bird has told me so,”
As many say. This well we know.
How joyfully I hear thee tweet!
Not every tweet I know is sweet.
Though tyrants sneer and gluttons burp,
How glad am I to hear thee chirp.
It’s always big birds get their way,
Owls and eagles, night and day.
In arid wastes do vultures lower,
While hawkish eyes green pastures scour,
But birds there are that stand for love,
Most notably the turtledove.
No leafy twig a raven bore
When Noah’s eyes beheld no shore.
Spurn little birds? Why be so narrow
When there is One Who marks the sparrow?
I feel sorry for the dead rat.
It was not an urban or country,
it was a suburban rat; it had a code of behavior.
It never infested, or stole
it strolled these leafy avenues
with a certain rodent pride.
It’s Autumn
and the trees are aflame with
medium income wealth,
the foliage lush
cultivated to be plush.
Yet here under a mighty maple
lies the body of a noble rat;
rigor mortis
cannot hide from our eyes
its once lordly existence.
With my foot,
I cover it with a blanket of
regal red and golden leaves,
as if it were a fallen eminence
of a minor kingdom,
a place where even rats
may claim title
to two or even three car garages.
Beneath a lovers’ moon, Summer breezes in.
In still-cool primrose evenings lingering from spring,
she whispers in my ear.
I hear. . .
honey bees near lilacs, whippoorwills in leafy trees,
and somewhere. . .
A hoot owl in the night.
Beneath a beaming sun, Summer carries on
inhaling and exhaling sultry days.
On languid afternoons beyond a yellow flowered meadow,
she finds me as I wade into a stream.
Warmly, she breathes upon my cheek.
I feel. . .
the squish of mud beneath my toes,
cool water all around me,
and tiny tadpoles flitting round my knees.
Beneath an autumn moon, Summer slips away
sigh. . .ing into
still-hot waning days.
I smell her fragrance in the blooms of asters that I pluck;
I see her in a golden-glitter dusk and
I hear her in the cries
of wild geese across the sky
calling out to me her last goodbye.
MOONGLOW 2
Words sculpt
Moments frozen;
Death stalking
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In one swift stride
Joy ride ends;
Broken romance
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Swift dash
Purpose crumbles;
Hide-and-Seek
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Bamboo screen
Leafy mirage;
Old China glimpses
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Peach blossoms
September harvest;
Longevity sums
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Arc of new moon
Bright aura spreads;
Lovers by old bridge
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China Yunnan tour
Moments recalled;
Old town bazaar
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Dreams float
View the highlights;
Notice bright hues
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Whispers
Soft breath;
Windy cascades
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In the deep dark
Night set free;
Dreamtime constellations
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Sad melancholy
Lingering pain;
Lonely lover waits
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Leon Enriquez
20 September 2015
Singapore
Reached Their Peak
Our autumn leaves have reached their peak;
the gold and reds, subdued with brown.
The scenery appears so bleak
as wind-swept leaves fall to the ground
where leafy patch-work quilts abound
to cover lawns as trees dress down
and bare their limbs that once were crowned
with brilliant gems of fall's mystique.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 264
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/18/2017
Reached Their Peak
~2nd Place~
Contest: Once Specific Rhyme Scheme
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 11/08/2016
Rhyme Scheme: A - B - A - C - C - B - C - A
Seasons and Trees
Spring comes along energising the land
Bejewelling trees, pretty grand they stand
Wafting her fragrance to linger on breeze
Creating havens for birds in the trees.
Summer's leafy trees, diverse shades of green
Spectacular visions in country scenes
Elegant butterfly in spiral dance
Cast magic allure o'er summer romance.
Autumn trees magnificent to behold
Displayed in yellow red brown rust and gold
Fruits of Eden created from above
Are gifts grown from Nature’s undying love.
Winter trees denude, pleasure to the eye
Naked silhouettes against starry sky
Shivering in wind, glistening with snow
Poised statues adorned in a frosty glow.
*+*+*
2nd April 2023
Once more we see the signs of the restart
as nature wakens plants with her magic art.
We laugh as at long last winter does depart
leaving us full of joy and light of heart.
Leafy branches conceal from sight the hart
by the still pond bees and dragonflies dart.
The lovers dreamily stare then drift apart
startled as one of the cows gives off a fart.
The posy opens slyly showing off its blackheart
only to be smothered by the nettle upstart.
The cook is busy making a large fruit tart
while in the parlour the cows gives us a quart.
Spring so full of promise show us your heart
as you bring vibrant life and a brand new start.
Of all the things that I have lost
Perhaps what hurts the most
Is that I can no longer go
to where I once called home...
I cannot roam with childish glee
Down through the leafy grove
Nor play with snowballs, dance in snow
Then thaw beside the stove
I cannot use pink muhlberries
To paint my childish lips
I cannot eat the greens I've picked
Right down to soily tip
I cannot brown my little legs
Beneath the blazing sun
Or slpash in cold and icy pool
Until the day is done
I cannot play my hide and seek
With gateman's little kids
Nor drink the flavored Persian tea
Chase dreams through drooping lids
I cannot rub the walnut skins
And stain my fingers black
I cannot gorge on cherries sweet
I can't bring one day back
I cannot pick blubell flowers
Or swing from walnut tree
I cannot gorge on luscious fruit
Those mountains, I can't see
I cannot run through fresh green grass
Nor bask on asphlat walk
I cannot run through classroom halls
Or relish childish talk
I cannot show off gardened home
To foreigners and say,
"This place is really paradise
That none can steal away"...
I had a dream last night that I was back in my childhood home in Tehran, Iran. We lived in a walled, gated compoud that was the property of our church. My father was a school principal and the administration building and dorms were on our campus. We were situated in Shemran, at the foot of the ELBRUS mountain range. The compund was green.....beautiful. We'd swim in the icy cold pool then lie on asphalted walks to warm up. We had a cherry orchard, walnut, apple, apricot, plum, muhlberry, and almond trees. It would snow in winter, and My brothers would jump off the roof of our house into the snow. I can't describe the ache in my heart at not being able to go back. It was an enchanting childhood and no one can steal my memories. After the revolution in 1979, the government took over the property....but they can't take My dreams. I've shared this....painstakingly written on my phone because my dream was so vivid. I needed to share...
The forest path meandered through the trees
ahead the silvery tinkling sound of water
there was also a murmuring drone of bees
slowly slithering away was a sleepy adder
Entering the pretty glade full of flowers
his senses lulled by the peacefulness
watching with joy the diving dippers
and a kingfisher preening its feathers
Onward through the leafy forest he strolled
over on the right there were many fissures
as breathing heavily he climbed up the wold
arriving at the huts of the wood dwellers
The high priest Druid Fire Dancer strode out
shouting welcome, come sit here by the fire
there roasting over the fire pit were trout
people dancing to the sweet tunes of the lyre
written 06/30/2014
contest Goethe Stanza