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"The cooler weather changed our work—
not the land’s will to live." :by poet
When the water begins to cool
and we can no longer swim,
when the hot winds begin to cool,
when each day we no longer fear
the bushfire’s hunger,
then the time has come
to change our ways.
Dad hitches up the trailer
and we all go out collecting wood.
While Dad cuts the big limbs
dropped by the eucalypts,
my brothers and sisters and I
gather smaller branches and twigs—
kindling that snaps clean
between our hands.
When the trailer is full,
we gather more than we need:
wood set aside
for others in town
before the cold comes.
We bring home only
what the trees have already dropped—
paperbark in pale, curling sheets,
eucalyptus bark in silver ribbons,
and fern fronds.
Later, when the weather holds us in,
Nana spreads the bark across the table
and helps us to see in it
distant mountains rising
from the bark’s silver grain,
a small house made of twigs,
birds taking flight
from fern fronds,
clouds and chimney smoke
teased from wool.
In the vegetable patch,
tomatoes give up their last warmth.
We plant what can bear
the whitening mornings.
Banksias opened
their rough gold brushes
into the cooling air.
Rainbow lorikeets
shrieked and squabbled
over their nectar.
Now, as the weather cools,
I wear a hand-knitted jumper.
The garden keeps growing.
Banksia nectar feeds
hungry birds.
Silent One,
he is a shivering summer soul
his inspiration, while garden stroll,
exposure of nature readily available
to his pen on a canvas painting.
Sunshine Smile,
her spun yarn snow covered paths
an inspiration of her warm soul,
of brilliant colors that become her lines;
sipping sweet nectar from budding roses.
Victor Buhagiar,
he is the poet of love and restless thoughts,
a mind of love and lost love, and so very much to give.
Words of dreams full of imagery, and feelings.
He steals your soul to engage and meandering around beside him.
12/17/2022
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~All This Very Much I Do~
( Cinquain )
My Sweet
Love I love you
So very much, let me
Show you how much each day my love
I do
Your love
Just melt my heart
You bring me so much joy
Put happy smile upon my face
My Love
I love
You so this much
And this very much more
My love for you is forever
My love.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
November.03.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
There’s a lot of strange things going on in our world and our governments keep many of these sinister goings on under wraps.
Quote by poet.
At the edge of our town was a heavily guarded building, and was rumoured that it was an offshoot of area 51, You could easily drive past it because it was surrounded by tall poplar trees. Old wives's tales I thought until one hot June night last year. I was driving home after visiting a friend and it had just turned midnight then my car spluttered to a halt," Damn" I said, I was out of gas, it was all I needed. I got out of the car and started walking, there was a full moon, so it was bright and it was about a half hour walk home; I heard a noise and to my right was a tall dark humanoid creature moving by the tree-line . Then above I noticed a greenish white vapour trail. I quickened my pace then heard gunfire and heard what sounded like an air raid siren, I was seized with terror and started running as fast as I could. In the distance I saw lights coming towards me. Three big army trucks passed me, heading for the building I thought, I reached town and headed for the police station to report what I'd seen. Sergeant Smith whom I knew was on duty, I started to tell him my story." Stop right there” he said, "If I log this, it won’t end well believe me”.
I am not a poet, it doesn't take much to rhyme
I've no ambition within the poet world to climb
I never write about my inner love sacred to me
I consider it to be private that I just as let it be
I can write truth, but, no one as wants to know
I sometimes write it down, then; I just let it go
I am totally uneducated as clearly it does show
I seldom follow poetic rules that I seldom know
I am awed, to see one of my poems up in print
I think are there to humour me I am convinced
I sometimes write of wisdom, to show I'm wise
I have only one brain cell, which it can surprise
I sometimes write poems that are just sublime
I am not a poet, it doesn't take much to rhyme
silence...
By H2O the silent poet
Lets listen to the tongues of our feelings
and the noise of slient mouths
like calm river in still motion of .our dark hearts
let our eyes be bail out of jail
Without a price tag
eyes to eyes
we will stare and
away in a deep distance
until the wish of our heart spread like pebbles
listen...
call me a fool of love stupid
that is the shadow of my being
i am like a strange stream
at the edge of the earth
where noise is forbidden fruit
don't give me your heart
from the chest of another man
i don't have .......
and let no blood know me
for the eyes of heaven is upon me
like the tongue of flames on apostles
wait...
don't leave me
like the coldness of a river
after the touch of the sun
and don't come close to touch me
you know i will die
your hands will kill me
if it lead me where we can stretch...
and fill a dept with viscous
of white water
from which regrets grow after
silent treatment we live ina forse paradise
Silence is
the ultimate disguise.
It cloaks the truth
silence is beauty
a gentle absence
that cools
the fevered mind
silence is hope
a quiet place
where thoughts
become dreams
"Cherished Blessings"
Life has not ended, only changed
and so our lives are rearranged
for one so special now has gone
their spirit, to the Lord, was drawn.
And we are lost and so afraid
their memories will never fade
these cherished blessings paid the cost
and we are left behind so lost.
Someday soon you'll see them smile
with faces that always beguile
tiny Angels in deep blue sky
the precious treasues live on to fly.
Tender moments haunt the day
when quickly they were stolen away
from safety with no reason why
so many blessed souls had to die.
Now they abide in God's great love
in heavenly mansions high above
their presence felt forever new
smiling upon a family blue.
This tragedy is not in vain
their essence shall ever remain
recall the pleasant times all shared
as a Nation wept and cared.
So Life has not ended, only changed
and tears flow feeling constant pain
and understanding is so illusive
while we mourn withno conclusion.
Trust iin God's immortal Plan
He loves every child, woman and man
throw kisses to reach the Throne
as loving hearts abide in their new home.
*Written by: Linda-Marie B.R.
*For the victims of Sandy Hook - sent -22-13
This poem is by a poet ~ Linda-Maria Sweetheart ~ who was taken from us by death and I would like to honor her memory and verses with this post which is also being entered into -
The Uncontest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Posted on June 23, 2020
~Life Support~
Welcome New Poet To Poetry Soup,
I offer you a warm smile, in hopes you come back another day.
From the moment I spot your name on the new poet list,
I roll out the welcome mat, in hopes you will stay
I am not afraid of you, I will approach you to say hello
I will Annoy you until you stop by and say "YELL-OW!"
Please have patience, when my ink has no flame
Don't be intimidated by The Poet Destroyer's name,
I'm sweet looking like a lollipop and fun like a kitten
"Warning!" Don't get too close or you'll be smitten,
You can choose to adore or instigate petitions of envy
When it comes to PD
Even then I am a friendly poet, protected by God's loving levee
It's time to introduce myself, call me Linda or PD
Unless, you're in constant warfare for the dominance of poetry
Then by all means, express yourself retard-ly
Verbalize my name, in any which way you like
Call me The Poet Destroyer, when tapping the mic
All though many here know I'm more of a Poet Supporter
A comment crusader, a poetic hoarder
I have no shame in my game,
I give, I love, I treat everyone the same
Unwind, Enjoy all the Xoolness coming to your direction
Inspiration, Contest, Friendly Poets, Poems, and Dedications
I am not a mentor, I'm not a preacher advocating the perfect poem
I am me, original as can be, in time you will seek out my troupe
Reminiscing, over the time I was your first,
Regale with loving respect, don't judge my hunger and poetic thirst
To all new poets I promise, I'll be faithful and follow you like a star
Unless, you forget to put gas while side showing in my crystalline car
Don't worry, New Poetic Poe, I got your back
Taunting you with a copy paste smack
Call it a "--Statement--" call it what you want
I call it, Love From PD, enjoying the community
With a simple hello, and peace out spree
CONGRATULATIONS, to all who made it through the years
Ain't nobody here worth more than you and your poetry
Take this time, and introduce yourself my new friend
Remember New Poet:
If it weren't for you, this place would be 2005 all over again
Always & Forever
Age Of Poet Destroyer
6-24-14
I'm rather hard to figure out
Not many really get what I'm about
I'd rather sit quietly than shout
I keep it real I'm not prone to pout
You might think me passive
Still I will act
when others are subdued by doubt
Somewhat serious
Yet prone to smile
Not ecstatic I have my own style
If you need comfort I'll stay with you a while
Don't expect much talking
I'm a listener on the emoticom dial
As a poet
I know the power of the word
In the end I like to hear and be heard
Like you I too have been burned
Within adversity there were things I learned
I am a dancer
Stepping out on pages
Quiet paper oragami cages
Traveling on thoughts
Floating through all my stages
Fast forward rewinding
Pausing at my distance
Like the Borg victims there is no resistance
I breathe my thoughts with a certain persistence
If you look at me
I might reflect you
Searching for answers
Seeing beyond dark corridors
To places bright blue
Perhaps you as well
Like me
are an enigma too!
Written April 8th.
To dream or not to dream this query I will leave unanswered
for just as the winds cannot stop blowing and the flowers
cannot stop growing,
I too cannot wave my fantasies goodbye.
I will not leave behind
my illusions, nor my castle in the sky
I am a poet with so much golden yarn,
and miles and miles of forever tales,
at the tip of my golden quill.
My spindle never rests.
To dream or not to dream this is a query
I siphoned for you.
What will you weave for me today?
What will your wave of fantasy, enshroud?
I can't wait to read you, my lovely poets,
make me proud !!!!