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Tonight the golden glow of stars and the crescent moon's silver light are far more beautiful than mankind has the right to behold. The Creator, with loving kindness, illuminates the darkness of the night sky with celestial brilliance.
flickering colors
aurora borealis
dancing northern lights
Nature's palette paints pastel hues of peach each dawn, and lavender veils in the sky at dusk. Our eyes are awed by Autumn's gifts as leaves wear coats of many colors. Scarlet, cinnamon, russet, and all shades in between, tumble from branches onto the ground.
glimmering sunrise
dimming light in twilight skies
leaves in Autumn's breeze
Fields of heather and blue bonnets in bloom give off their scents of sweet perfume. A redwood tree soaring high, is the perfect place for an eagle's nest. These visions I behold and thank God for giving mankind such an array of wondrous things.
waterfalls cascade
love songs of a meadowlark
nature on display
It's all kept in check with a balance at His command. Tides ebb and flow, dew quenches the thirst of flora and fauna, the sun spreads its warmth over the land, and a deluge quells deserts and plains after a drought.
waves crash on the beach
cactus blooms in desert sands
harmony in life
August 23, 2020
Let the Pens Flow - Haibun Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Cherub's unfurled fingers faithfully extend to his fallow fringe
hung from a chest made firm by suede, sweat and rain.
Chernobyl blue irises mimic April '86 radiation,
dessimating her Cherokee's sense of societal decency.
Devoted to her capture, suede cape kidnapped,
kept protected.
Kernel lodges promise in her gut, cob of compassion sprouts
from yellow potential.
Shrewd Indian whisks his skin of citrine amber sap seraphim
away, to landscape blameless bare.
Motor mumbles underwater torture breathes through
chrome clothing.
Frothy stew swirling storm of snake flesh snow flakes.
Cherub's education quells emotion, pain never developed.
Teepee tall frame levitates in opaque of inequitable love.
Flimsy slim strands strong in Cherub's raised comprehension.
Fringe flown backwards flattens beneath her face,
bohemian bombastic.
Dislodged sand grains foretell
Grasp nestled naive fledgling
Prospered pillion flame
7th June 2022
Written for Contest:
Like A Child
Sponsor:
Regina McIntosh
When first the flame, a wayward glance
Is met in kind, as if by chance
A timer starts, till fervor tame
A wayward glance, when first the flame
The path to love, a thorny briar
How oft it ends an ashen pyre
Infatuation’s taloned dove
A thorny briar, the path to love
As fever quells, two captives smile
When both acquitted passion’s trial
Now free to thrive where reason dwells
Two captives smile as fever quells
The tempered heart, love’s cooling balm
A mooring true as tempests calm
Devotion blooms with frenzy’s part
Love’s cooling balm, the tempered heart
12 Jun 2020 - Swap Quatrain
Don't care about what others think,
Until when my ego falls near the brink.
A lot of this bothers me,
Yet it all helps to see.
My flaws are now so clear,
Only my persona holds fear.
I can't forget those memories,
I can't free myself from these miseries.
Don't care about what others say,
Until when their words catch up to me someday.
A lot of this brings me down,
Yet helps to be on the ground.
My realization is so present,
Only my perception holds resentment.
I can't forget words told,
I can't leave behind my innermost mold.
Don't care about what others feel,
Until when I finally see it's all real.
A lot of this quells me,
Yet it brings out a new way to be.
My resilience does exist,
Only my feelings persist.
I can't forget these lessons,
I can't forsake the inner child lost in ignorance.
Don't care about what others
Think, say, or feel about you.
Some of it all becomes pain,
But most of it brings strengthening gain.
Be sensitive and steady, like a tree,
For you are destined to grow.
You'll never truly from the beginning know
Who you deep down want to be.
Don't care about what others want you to be,
Until when both you and them agree.
A lot of people in life change,
Yet it is the way destiny is arranged.
Your inner strength's like a tree,
Only time holds the key.
You can make it through,
You can always be you.
Don't care about what others tell you,
Until when everyone can see what's true.
A lot of time is what we need,
Yet it is all conditions we shall heed.
You'll take thoughts, words, feelings to heart,
Only your mask falls apart.
You can grow from this seed in such ground,
You can gain more inner strength newfound.
Warrior to dark's most daunting dreams
savior from thoughts that run too deep
Terrify, not one dares it seems
brings panacea to night's sleep
Beacon for flailing ships asea,
the Ana of fifty shades Grey
Beauty saving the nocturne beast
keeps subconscious demons at bay
Catches every breath with her smile
as summer's sun, a heart it warms
Intensity not seen awhile
quells the worst of fierce thunderstorms
Her touch, akin to the spring's rain
gently blooming buds to flowers
Still, mental images are vain
ne'er experience her powers
Shan't romance, seduce, love, or hold
hear her voice, feel her aura's beams
Suppose I could, though not so bold
so she must stay within my dreams
Never know what lays unseen till you dare
Exit through the door I have feared so long
Weaving such a tale that has no compare
Beautiful destruction my life's theme song
Each time I boldly rise from the wreckage
Ghosts I thought laid to rest try to follow
Inattention quells their silent message
Not known to balk or in pity wallow
New cities and places excitation
Inside me grows, my soul's motivation
Needs constant motion without cessation
Great things are possible all in their time
Savoring all moments lightens the climb
01/22/2021
New beginnings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
If you can’t kill them with kindness, then force feed them food
If they can’t see past your blindness, then they aren’t any good
Please remember dear child their opinion’s carry weight
And permissions are granted, if they have lost all the hate
Fortunes of gold are often lost or misplaced
Because thieves are forgetful when their running away
Our waste pits that make us cringe from disgust
Are creating some geniuses that you still will not trust
The world is your safe house, your private refuge
But it is really awful when it is being misused
I will speak of the geniuses for a moment if I may
This land is their heritage, and they will own it some day
So remember the rules you learned while in your youth
And if your gonna be mean please don’t be uncouth
And if you decide implementation your thing
Never forget the corpse you must bring
Prove its been done and finally worked
And welcome to the life of the really berserk
The world is your safe house, your private refuge
But it is really awful when its being misused
And of the gold that's been lost or misplaced
The thief will keep looking unless the memories erased
Its something to think about while in their cage
It occupies the mind and quells the rage
Perhaps your aware then of the crimes we commit
How we stifle the errors and find posts we can hit
So along your route in your quest for a life
Find you a haven with minimal strife
The world is your safe house, your private refuge
But its really awful if its being misused
Please keep in mind that you cant feed the dead
So remember your training and don’t lose your head
Gather your tools, and all the skill that you need
Then distance yourself from those filled with greed
Hold out your hand to the net runner up
Be gracious and kind but never give up
And the last adage before I sign my name
Make sure if you win you read the rules to the game
8, A Trait Higher than Nature
Every Year Sing "Hallel" on July "11's",
A Stroke Grew Tall, Into My Life's Elm,
Prior, in 2005, Our Chassna Dance!
Now, Our Foot "Pattie Cake" is Seldom.
8 Denotes Transcendence,
Judaism is Not in the Natural Realm,
No Nature's Laws Correspondence,
"Ayn Ode Milvado" has the Helm!
"Rise Above Our Nature" Ascendance,
Assorted "Odd Bod'" Handicaps, "Jell 'Em!"
In Sum, Obstacles Aren't Iron, Look Askance,
Serve Hashem "B'Simcha", Attitude "Quells 'Em!"
Never Say Never nor "Defeatist Chants",
Transcend the Adverse, Surprise Them,
Purim "MeSheloach Manos" to Enemy Stances,
Make Friends, Try to Opponents Stem!
You'll Get Disbelieving Glances,
Shrug Them Off, Saying "Amen & Ahem!",
Sincerely Sing "What Are the Chances?",
Keep Trouble Off Balance, "Tzoros" Amend!
"More of You is Emerging!" Barbara Announces,
I Ask Myself "Is This the Coma's End?"
My Wife & I, One Another Enhances,
Marital Bliss, We Each Other Send!
Mournful are the tears that flow in pale moonlight
where in loneliness he dwells in shadows each night.
He thirsts for sturdy wings; hungers to take flight
on a journey across storm laden, windswept seas
hoping to liberate himself from sorrowful memories.
Into swells of raging waves, he is tempted to dive,
uncaring if he should perish or if he would survive.
In a world without her, he's more dead than alive.
Into a whirlpool he thinks of plunging to his death,
her name whispered on his lips with one last breath.
There is no lasting vestige of her for it wears a veil
Broken pieces of his wounded heart call out in a wail
The blood in his veins is draining and he's turning pale
There's little left keeping him from drowning in misery,
except when he thinks he hears her say, "I set you free."
Walking on sand, after spending the night on the beach
It's too difficult to accept that his beloved is out of reach
Indulgence he's begged for and in prayer he beseeched
but nothing quells his ache. There is no armor or shield
to protect a heart from lost love. Life becomes a battlefield.
Now, he's left with only heartache and rivulets of tears
along with sorrow that haunts him, severed after years.
Sleep brings nightmares; closing his eyes brings him fear.
for he feels her kiss in a dream but it's colder than ice
To be with her again in death... his life he would sacrifice.
Scraped, friendly freckled face falls to benchtop
Starchy spud plays poker, blank slate envelope
Lost costume spotted cape, super elixir escapade
Layers on shiny raised scars, recovery escalates
Sticking plaster, milky soak soothes, heat tempered
Compost bound bandaid quells Hell unrelented
Derma learns renewal, Nurse dresses fire sore victim
Tugged taut rawness fades, subsiding symptom
Nerida never administers synthetic medicine
She reassures peel press is healing essence
Piano punctuations plod, then pace, parade
Figaro notes frolick over keys, aural first aid
Choral cure prays perfect circle curse moon miracle
Stroking fingers fuse potato to patient, glue
Discarded skin glimmers in kitchen, hopeful sunbeam
Her burn potion infuses through bloodstream
6th May
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