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In the spring mist of renewal when life bursts free
And the gentle mother, patient in her earthly stillness offers a tree
Jutting from the velvety lush ground spawning its sleepy dormancy
The sweet summer stickiness of drooling kindling heat
Nuzzles the budding sapling to adorn it in blanket of wheat
As it pokes its head above this golden place thwarting its infancy
Then the willful winds of autumn blow headstrong to havoc its home
Urging tiny trunks to bend like the supple change within a poem
Burdening youthful branches inciting its malleable vitality
And bearing the tides of winters cold and frost
No longer a seedling it peeks above the snow covered moss
Raising itself like phantoms in the midst of vacancy
So soon the seasons change a legion times more
The song of Spring sings, the warmth of Summer adorns,
The altruistic Autumn falls in peace and Winter hibernates its clarity
In it ripened state of perfect persuasion full blown
A Titan Tree has found its sacred mountain home
As struggle has pledged its successor to its destiny
The seasons of life bring us to the wisdom we learn and share
The love of strife and the courage it bears
Is the lesson of our hearts purity
The Sapling is simply to be set free
Released in its yearning and passion to "be"
To cast its shadow over you and I immaculately
July 9, 2019
Tri-Con Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Mother, Mother?
Stand aside.
While we pass this cup among us.
Corruption of your love?
Our pity and sorrow overflow.
Who of us has not surrendered for a price,
for the security of loved ones?
Hands held forth for silver,
standing in line to kiss the lips of betrayal.
Our pioneer forefathers
hungry, ambitious, deadly.
Conquered new frontiers,
and labored in genocide.
Massacring 'the others',
while affirming their righteousness before God.
Guilt washed clean by baptismal water.
The garden is too wild, too natural
it must conform, must be tamed.
The fruit from the tree of knowledge
left to fall, forbidden.
We turned away from her.
Smashing statues in mob frenzy,
persecuting in the name
of a Hypatia hating patriarchy.
We abandon our once sacred trust
seeking dominion of a world
that can only love us in return.
The lamb that nuzzles the slaughter's hand.
The bride that lifts her veil to kiss
a misogynist man.
There was a hush everywhere
as if the world was on pause
an expectancy stirring in the air
not a single sound just silence
What was happening out there?
far away, deep in the outback
a circle stood made of animals
each with ears pricked forward
Staring intently, still as statues
hardly a breath being drawn
in the middle giving birth
A beauteous snow white deer
The fawn is born, a collective sigh
stirs from the spell bound audience
here she is, the promised princess
a plaintive cry as she struggles to her feet
There in the moonlight she stands
regal from the tip of her nose
proudly her mother shows her off
Bambi moves forward to join them
Trembling legs all going each way
Bambi nuzzles her as she stands
this he seems to say is my heir
all the animals approach and kneel
Paying their homage to Silver
exclaiming at her beauty
peace will reign the forest
all drawn together by the birth
Form:
Tiger Lily is my kitty, lives in my house not in the city.
Ferocious markings soft meow, cold wet nose, pounce with a “POW”!
Affectionate with kitty kisses, and when I’m out I’m what she misses.
Beautiful, domesticated, poised and sweet and highly rated.
Tiger Lily, excited tail, when I meow its then she’ll wail.
Baby Boo her kitty friend, loves and cares for, will defend.
Small and white just like a ghost; Baby Boo shares love the most.
Baby Boo shares kisses too, if not aware she’ll pounce on you.
She nuzzles chin, cold nose on you, scratchy kisses, its what she’ll do.
So soft and warm, affectionate, to not have her it’s what you’ll hate.
Piglet is the big meow, the alpha cat, so in the now.
He walks so cool and so in charge; He eats anything that’s why he’s large.
He pesters me behind closed doors, even when I’m eating smores.
Upon the tank, I’m sitting down, to the sink and with a frown.
He stares and nuzzles while I’m busy, walks around and makes me dizzy.
And yet he is so loving too, he tells me things I always knew.
I know he cares, and loves me so, and I love him that’s what I know.
My feline friends are oh so sweet, the cutest kitties you’d ever meet.
Fog slow-dances over the inlet
until water and air waltz together.
Too early to tell
if any birds are awake
besides, my ears are muffled in the wet air.
Grebes and Coots colonize this tributary,
gulls just visit.
I could row out to the ocean from here,
but the thick haze would eat my soul
and I would be caught between two worlds.
Leaning over the gunnels
a Sea Bass curiously nuzzles
my trawling fingers.
The languid coils of water,
the fish and this blanket of mist
are all that matter now;
later when I sit by the cabin porch
maybe I’ll wonder why
I didn’t head out to the coastal waves
at least as far as any swimmer might go,
but I know the answer:
keeping this ageing body safe,
that’s all that matters now.
The brilliant sun 'wakens me and heralds another glorious dawn!
I rub the sleep from my eyes, stretch my bones and stifle a yawn!
The diamond-filled sky was my roof, the soft grass was my bed.
The dew was my blanket - my saddle, the pillow for my head!
My dog Duke races about and faithful Wild Lightnin' grazes nearby.
I'm suddenly transfixed watchin' a magnificent eagle transit the sky!
I've had my bacon, now with a cup o' joe, I savor His Creation!
Each day of my vagabond bourne is filled with so much elation!
I sit on a log and watch rainbow trout leap from the lake.
They put on a dazzlin' acrobatic show just for my sake!
White tail deer and antelope graze in the vale 'cross the way.
With such beauty and serenity, 'tis hard to keep emotions at bay!
I fill my tin cup again and watch the embers of my fire ease.
I ain't "saddled" with schedules - I have only myself to please!
So I reckon I'll tarry a spell and gaze on the mountains o'er yonder,
Relax, scratch old Duke's ears while we both muse and ponder.
Old Duke nuzzles my face and swishes his tail to and fro.
It's time to saddle up - I sense Wild Lightnin' is also anxious to go.
I anticipate bein' 'wakened by Old Sol early each morn,
So Wild Lightnin', Duke and I can continue our vagabond bourne!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Eight Words 2 8-8-24
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Velvet Night
On a warm, velvet summer night,
When moonlight drips in a soft SIGH,
The scents of LILACS bathe starlight
And CAJOLE crickets to reply.
MISTY castles enchant SLUMBER
On a warm, velvet summer night
Spent hearts dream in shades of umber
In mystical moonstruck half-light.
Midnight mistrals, rufous bobwhites,
Chirp with sweet sonata finesse
On a warm, velvet summer night
Soft breath of summer seeks to bless.
ETCHING calm into WEARY eyes
Sweet wine of sleep nuzzles midnight
Dulcet GUITAR blooms – sweet tones rise –
On a warm, velvet summer night.
Dew nuzzles on the petal of a delicate flower
like my dreams hanging on glistening new hopes.
Giving birth to umpteen imaginations,
like soft green moss on the white smooth pebbles.
I am standing like a solitary wild flower against the breeze
Wearing silence of the twilight rain under solid moonbeams
Mysteriously looking for someone to come and pick
In a hope for that crimson flush of one more morning
Oh, winds pick me up and carry me to the river
So that, I may slowly descends over from the hills
And run through the valleys, woods and towns
By filling music of life in my soul to cherish forever
Finally, under the splendor of the starlit sky bare feet
I wish to dance on the shifting sand dunes
Alone with the nature with sounds of silence
Filling the empty space long remained in me.
Wine, chocolate, candlelight
Soft music, turned down lights
Romantic movies, snuggles too
What a night for me and you
Gentle nuzzles on my neck
Soft lips giving me a peck
As we tease each others till
We no longer have the will
To control our loving urges
Finally our desire surges
Into one big helping of
All the care and all the love
We have given to each other
Every year our love grows further
Into a blossoming flower
That's blooming time and again
Spring and summer growing then
Winter comes but we wont die
If we always truly try
To keep love so cozy warm
It wont wither for too long
A pretty girl in pleated dress of red,
with collar laced in white beneath her throat
and matching bow upon her small blonde head,
is glancing round the chapel. I take note.
Though nails on little hands show grown-up paint,
she emanates no guile. She’s unaware
That in this world are some who wish to taint
all innocence; for no one do they care!
She nuzzles her dad’s face as on his knee
she’s sitting now - his sweet beloved daughter.
What menace lurks, from which she could not flee?
What evil lessons might one day be taught her?
She hugs her daddy’s chest; I watch and pray
she’ll live to hold a child her own one day.
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