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In the warmest of seasons,
when the cheerless moon of a remote town
rises from beyond the fir and maple-covered hills,
in great suspense and silence,
a brief song is played by this guitar
with a few chords and numerous notes:
making up the merriest melody
sustained by a perfect and simple harmony...
I am the author and the composer,
expressing my feelings in an unusual norm,
regardless how the critics will judge it,
for words and music should have an effective form:
free of impurity, lively and up-beat,
something likable by every singer,
to make such a unique composition notable,
and be remembered by every mortal...
I play it to my oldest friend, a royal friend who listens
and seldom gets bored by the lively strokes of the strings;
melancholic moon, I like to see you smile for a change:
to be sad is evoking death itself when no bird sings,
and darkness shows its cadaverous, unmerciful face!
When fear is very real and perceptible in each sense,
life departs from us and evil spirits frantically dance;
melancholic moon, gaze down and lighten up your rage...
I am no genius or pretend to be,
and my humanness and wisdom are always
reflected by a justified action and a truthful word:
to draw the attention of the stubborn;
and playing a brief song with this guitar, elates me
and dissolves my grim look of loneliness,
to confidently get me through this lovely and eternal night,
but hesitant and murky moon, turn on that luminous light!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
One light clap
Then boom, boom
Wind, rain, storm
Willow threw her head back and laughed as the wind whipped her hair
Large raindrops then faster, smaller and plentiful
All the earth was singing praises, the song of the ages, all the earth sang praise
Delighted at the wind~ going out under the eves of the house
Breathing in the moist air, enjoying the zephyr blowing
I was singing praises, the song of the ages, I was singing praises
Two months since we had any rain to amount to much
All was dry, the plants and trees were hurting, the garden needed rain
Those irrigating hoses just don't bless the earth like rain
The clouds linger the moist air floats about
Birds of the air are quiet relishing each moment
Thanksgiving today for God watered for me
The day is bright with autumn chill and scented air is brisk and pure
And silent gardens are put to bed, as end of year draws swiftly near
We hear the music of the trees, of rustling leaves of red and tan
Let's sing a song to thank our God, for lavish beauty of this land
While autumn drops across the hills, with stain ablaze in amber glow
And hearts are filled with peace of mind to know He keeps a watch below
The wind seeks out the apple tree and rises with celestial zest
And mighty oaks drop acorns free, soon squirrels will scurry to their nest
Where ample harvest from golden earth, and flying geese bid sweet adieu
While loved ones gather around the hearth, our Lord, these blessing come from you
And when the trees are stripped and bare, a world takes rest, to start anew
We bow our heads in silent prayer,
For things like these and many more
We sing our song of gratitude.....
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Inspired by "Hymns of Autumn" contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
“SQUAWK, Squawk, squawk” ,the Bald Eagle’s song of Freedom, Liberty and Serenity
bird Houses, in my backyard are filled with baby Chickadees , Whining , is their Song
If they Knew by the end of Summer, in stillness before the Rain: Phoebe - Tranquility
the clouds Thicken and Blacken : the Chickadee puffs her chest, sings Phoebe song
The rain softly Crying a Phoebe’s resounding echoes , Chickadees, duel Ability
the sky is blue: the wind is calm: a single Phoebe "warning" believe in Her Validity
His Bright Red Plumage
He can not hide from my Eyes
Tapping and rapping, His song
There’s no Special beat
A Redheaded Woodpecker
Tap, Tap, Tap, Rap, Raps his Song
So close sits this Robin beside me
No Songs, just the Promise of Spring
Inspired by the Contest : " For(Four) Beautiful Birds"
Sponsored by CONSTANCE~~A Rambling POET~~
Written : May 1st - 2nd, 2011 By HGarvey Daniel Esquire
5th Place
Atop the mountain, watching “Earth Live”
Struggles, Created by Mankind
Mother “Earth” You overcome : THRIVE
Love oozes from Your “HEART, SOUL, MIND “
Struggles, Created by Mankind
Thoughtlessness ; You have Forgiven
Love oozes from Your “HEART, SOUL, MIND “
The survival Pact, we both are Driven
Thoughtlessness ; You have Forgiven
Memories of the day of “ Rebirth “
The survival Pact, we both are Driven
To “ Re-Supply “ His GIFT, Called “EARTH”
Memories of the day of “ Rebirth “
The song of the Birds; the Tears of Tomorrow
To “ Re-Supply : His GIFT, Called “EARTH”
Replenish the LOVE; it will never know Sorrow
The song of the Birds; the Tears of Tomorrow
Mother “Earth” You overcome : THRIVE
Replenish the LOVE; it will never know Sorrow
Atop the Mountain, watching Earth : ALIVE
Inspired By the Contest “ Pantoum “
Sponsored By Paula Swanson
Written By HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Dedicated to Paula Swanson; Thank-YOU for YOUR inspiring
“ Pantoums “