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I gather images of Easter's sign,
bouquets of varied thoughts and memories:
emerging crocus, budding branch, and vine,
the flutter of the robin in the breeze.
Symbolic, too, the lily, pure and white,
new chicks and bunnies, butterflies galore.
The fading, icy sting of winter's night
replaced by spring's warm day, long waited for.
I contemplate each image and I know
the thrill of surging hope that swells my soul.
New life, from dormant seed, will rise and show
how spring joy resurrects from winter's dole.
A new beginning blooms for us and earth-
for, Easter promises her gift- rebirth.
Written- March 15, 2016
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The translation site from English to Arabic offered this too.
waead eyd alfash
'ajmae sur ealamat eyd alfash ,
baqat min al'afkar waldhikriat almtnwet:
zaeafran nashi , farae nashi , wakarimat ,
rafrfat rubin fi alnasim.
yarmiz aydana 'iilaa alzanbiq alnaqii wal'abyad ,
farakh wa'aranb jadidat , wafarashat wafarashatun.
alludughat aljalidiat almutalashiat fi laylat ala'
hal mahalah yawm alrbye aldaafi aldhy tal antizarah.
'ana 'ufkir fi kl surat wa'ana 'aelam
ladhat andifae al'amal alty tadakhum ruhi.
alhayat aljadidat , min budhur kaminat , satartafie watuzhir
kayf tabeath farhat alrbye min 'iieanat alshata'.
bidayat jadidat tazahar lana walila'ard-
li'ana eyd alfash yueiduha bihadiatiha - wiladat jadidatun.
February 5, 2021
Contest: Easter- English and Arabic Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Pellets of snow fall
covering the ground in total white
Frozen branches in tick tock fashion
move from side to side
whipped by invisible fierce winds;
The icy breath of winter
sits on his cold blue lips
long gone are the days when he taught
his children how to make snow angels.
An old rusted shovel digs deep
then resurrects itself, followed by a white shower
of flying ice snow,
Old man winter has returned with a vengeance
there is an old tea kettle whistling inside the house
but he can't hear a thing, only the sound
of a snow blower as it spurts out more and more
snow...
December 23, 2022
Sponsor Kim Rodrigues
Contest Name WINTER STORM
Post-January, February's clear
to shape into another winter month.
More times than not, with snow days we adhere.
Through days of February, we confront
a winter wonderland, a gift to see,
with hills and valleys swirled in white displays.
Ice skating, skiing, sledding, wild and free;
we celebrate our February phase.
A chance to rest, relax indoors so warm;
spend cozy times with family and friends.
No matter what, soft snow or ice-filled storm,
her wintry mix of white is autumn's cleanse.
When February's done, we must re-stage;
for next comes fickle March's middle stage.
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For next comes fickle March's middle stage,
a winter month, our third is now in line.
And she can be a flighty one to gauge;
brings climate that is wild or quite benign.
'In like a lamb, out like a lion' force,
she teases us with spring then turns around
and there again, another snow, of course.
So March has her surprises to astound.
But towards her end, we long to welcome spring,
and March does seem to seal cold winters end.
We pick up twigs and branches on upswing
with warm and sunny days; on hopes depend.
The month of March will own up to defeat
when April comes on pussy-willow feet.
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When April comes on pussy-willow feet,
we gather images of springtime's sign,
bouquets of varied thoughts of her new feat;
emerging crocus, budding branch, and vine.
Symbolic, too, the lily, pure and white;
new chicks and bunnies, butterflies galore.
The fading, icy sting of winter's night
replaced by spring's warm day, long waited for.
We contemplate each image and we know
the thrill of surging hope that swells the soul.
New life, from dormant seed, will rise and show
how spring joy resurrects from winter's dole.
To wake up dormant seedlings into bloom,
March middleness gave way to April's tune.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: March Middleness
Sponsor: Dave Will
Form: Three Sonnets
Judged: 04/21/2017
Amidst the ebon of my lonely room
I feel a covert brush across my face.
The phantom from my dreams disrupts the gloom,
which terminates despair's profound embrace.
Her mystic coffee eyes entrance my soul
as freedom's blanket warms my frigid heart.
This charmer's stitch has sealed seclusion's hole;
now dammed, the flow of somber tears will part.
My trusting fingers grasp her guiding hand
as flames of adoration burn within.
I bow before her sensual command
and let the blaze of passion's fire begin.
We sail the sea of fascination's kiss
and bathe in waves of rapture's soft caress,
then anchored at the dock of Eden's bliss
we mingle on the beach at love's address.
My spirit's flooded by enchantment's rain,
which resurrects a buried peace inside.
Beneath the midnight moon she's freed all pain.
Upon her magic ship my dreams now ride.
When Jesus resurrects us in the future, we will live in paradise.
There will be no sickness and no deaths, it will be very nice.
Everybody will be best friends, we will all get along.
There will be no murders, no rapes and no stealing, people will do no wrong.
It will be so wonderful to live in a world that is free of sin.
Our dead relatives will be resurrected, we will see them again.
We will be able to have wild animals for pets because all creatures will be tame.
When we're living in this glorious paradise, everybody will praise Jehovah's name.
But to live in this paradise, many people must change their ways.
Jehovah is somebody who we must love and who we must obey.
He feels your pain and He remains.
He knows your needs and intercedes.
He hears your cries; and weeps beside.
He sees your heart and never parts.
He shares your load and walks your road.
He stills your fear and draws you near.
He takes your sin and new life begins!
He lifts despair, because He cares.
He carries you, is faithful, true.
He tasted death and resurrects.
He never quits and will persist.
He conquered hell, so it is well.
He overcame, you’ll do the same.
Matthew 28:20 “teaching them to observe all that I commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age."
Flourished Fragments
A solemness writhed gently and claimed me,
As an exposed album conceived in years,
Suspended in time, with light dust debris,
For musing eyes glide fingers while mind clears.
As an exposed album conceived in years,
Braves new looks, giving it the once over,
For musing eyes glide fingers while mind clears,
Resurrects cognizance that takeover.
Braves new looks, giving it the once over,
Breathes life to old photos, the sleeper wakes,
Resurrects cognizance that takeover,
Garner grins joined by tears, oft laughter breaks.
Breathes life to old photos, the sleeper wakes,
Suspended in time, with light dust debris,
Garner grins joined by tears, oft laughter breaks,
A solemness writhed gently and claimed me.
2020 June 18
*1st Place*
feelings of nostalgia
~~Eve Roper
Picture #3
As I am growing older and life becoming lonelier,
The past beckons, and though I had almost tossed it out,
The idea of going back to my native land and my people
Now grows in me as an urgency with no trace of doubt.
I shall go, my soul flying faster than my supple limbs
To perch on my native land that I left long time ago
To see the changes, these intervening years have brought
And to revive the glorious past that in me still aglow
To listen again to the melodious tunes, half forgotten
To laugh and talk with my one- time bosom friends
To enjoy a life lighter and less demanding
Free of all finesse, rid of all stilted and crazy trends
I shall visit each of my lovesome former haunts
The parish church and my parents' forlorn graves
I shall go to the village school which I loved the best
That still resurrects in me memories, waves on waves
I shall go wandering through the country roads
Listen to birds' shrill calls, lovely and clear
Watch the smile rekindling old familiar faces
And enjoy the sweet rustic air, dust free and pure
I want to watch the Gulmohar in opulent bloom
Feel the scent of jasmines opening at night
Walk through the paddy fields stretching endless
Enjoy all the rural scenes that greatly delight
Climb the small hill where gooseberries grow
Wind down my way to my friends’ quarters
And travel farther to the river side with my pals
To have a dip in the river's cool and clear waters
Oh, I shall be away from the roaring crowd for ever
And relish the peace and quiet, free of all grinding chores
Cling to life's commonplace things and charms
Find my own footing there, never to be back to alien shores!
I gather images of Easter's sign,
bouquets of varied thoughts and memories:
emerging crocus, budding branch, and vine,
the flutter of the robin in the breeze.
Symbolic, too, the lily, pure and white,
new chicks and bunnies, butterflies galore.
The fading, icy sting of winter's night
replaced by spring's warm day, long waited for.
I contemplate each image and I know
the thrill of surging hope that swells my soul.
New life, from dormant seed, will rise and show
how spring joy resurrects from winter's dole.
A new beginning blooms for us, and earth...
for, Easter promises her gift...rebirth.
March 15, 2016
Love is a blessing,
Love is a miracle,
Love heals,
Love resurrects,
Oh, what a grace!
To humans,
Love is magic.
Yeah!
Love drives
Love invigorates
Love sustains
Oh, love protects
Love guides
Love, love, love
A magic current,
A palpable feeling,
Almost tangible,
An invisible glory,
Conspicuously hidden
An inaudible melody
Sweet to the soul,
Nearly testable,
The lingua can attest
Love
It fills the air
We know its odourless scent
It warms the mind
And gladden the heart
Calms the nerves
Even the skin knows about it.
A universal language,
For the unborn, young and dotard
An unlimited force,
Knowing no boundaries
Across human races,
Brown, black, white or yellow,
All perceive this precious grace
The beasts and fowls comprehend it
The birds of the air can reciprocate
What an unfathomable currency
For the fauna and flora of the world
That each can transact with!
Love!
Glorified and honoured,
Sung and spoken,
What an invention
What a design and creation
In the likeness of the Creator,
To be created,
Only Love could create love.
Love, love, love.