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Seasons pass away little by little
time moves hour by hour
Within your branches, your hearth of leaves
I wait in patience, moment by moment
years turn decades, nurtured in hope
rolling in your epochs of excitement
murmuring in your sighs of endowment
Yes, at last... the first acorn is born
nestled in your sturdy arms, I hang on
a mighty code etched within my heart
a passionate life packed within my soul
an embedded oak weaves silver dreams.
all compressed, and then I fall...
My shell wailing the hit, hardness of a thud
No shade , no comfort, no more birdsongs
On a ground of dirt laid a bushel of acorns
Scattered hither and thither, broken wreckage
remnant memories of sweet honeybees
hammock swinging close to our boughs
Is this our graveyard?
cries of siblings dissipate in crisp air.
No, please let me live once more.
woodpecker's beak I travel unknown lands
a solitary tree, ..a scampering squirrel
swashed in a lake , strewed amid grass
random winds of luck to a mossy rabbit hole.
Seasons pass away little by little.
time moves hour by hour.
Life sprouts a tiny shoot, a thread like root
I wait in patience, moment by moment
years turn decades, a strong oak stands to tell
an acorn rose and fell,...long story in a nutshell.
23rd April 2020
Sponsor John lawless
Contest Name The Last Acorn
Image of Puzzle Match Missing provided by Pixabay.
Poetless II
Poetic Form: Couplet
Blank pages strewed, across the desk of pains,
in a tongue-tied state, censured writer wanes.
The silent voice echoes hollow inked wells,
of dying words crept from a mind that quells.
Overwrought grips, scrawl at piles of long since,
mayhaps some gleam ... sort of sign to convince.
The broken clock held, tells that time does not,
while a mute welcomes, what songbirds still got,
Rambled insights ... a house filled in guises,
shadowed bound words, the heart vaporizes.
In rhythmless moments, just proved the resolve,
pen floors speechless, writer's blankness evolve.
2021 May 18
You are what's so seem
In my forbidden dream
Gentler and splendor in you
A cloud fluffing in stretching hue
Hunger forgets it's sorrow
In an earliest sweet-morrow
I hearken melody in hushing sepulchre-
Your grin in laurel blossoms of ochre
I see no luna,in tenebrous sky-
But In your,in your kosmos eye
Strewed the lycaenids upon the swelling dell
For descry of you,my mere Danielle
Might envy; the resentful angel above
You are the all,the laudable in all love
While I misstep in chasm of your stare
O' I arouse before sunshine in morns fair
Now I missed what's so seem
In my forbidden dream
My lady,the sweven lady
She entrapped me to this malady
Thro' the naked lady,she appear
Came nigher mine sweven dear-
pleasantly chilly morning - patio is inviting! walking through the narrow path close to my house, soaking sunlight...feels heart-warming after a snowy harsh winter. browned Leaves sprawling on both sides of the pathway, waiting to return to the earth...as we do...soil wet and muddy. a yellow breast Warbler bravely approaches me - as if inviting to have a polite engaging conversation. I enjoy mornings with birds, bees and butterflies. Never before noticed each and every bird has charming patterns on their wings - as if they want to showcase their beauty in a pageant.
stroll peaceful in sun
tranquil path strewed with brown leaves
friendly warbler meets
slowly my path was leading me to the direction of a river bank...find more spring-birds on my way. robin and oriole are busy building their intricate nests...looked at the chartreuse sky and spotted a returning flock of geese. it's almost Spring - the season we are anxiously looking forward to...nature awakens the poet in us.
rebirth of beauty
nature reawakening
rejuvenation
March 19, 2021
Springtime Haibun Poetry Contest
Sponsor: M.L. Kaiser
FIRST PLACE
A Brian Strand "Your Pick" Poetry Contest (July 9,2021)
A Lollipop Day
A swing stalls mid swings
kicked dirt strewed a ground
a swing seat goes empty
a boy whacks away at clung dirt
~~lawn trails a dusty path,
Blue jeans stand at attention
further treatment closely probed
necessitates a full body turn
involved mother gives a once over
~~okay liberates eagerness,
Parental engagement outlines a day
unnoticed enterprises the mischief
a fresh face glistens on chrome
skewed mouth pose for finger rubs
~~teeth shine on car's trappings,
Innocence mounts the vinyl backseat
a carlock mercilessly rewrites gravity
a body twists and a matchbox car rolls
neath a rear window, movement felt
~~a father's voice sits a boy,
A mother hearkened locks a seatbelt
a town flies pauses, then flies again
a mother leaves a father and the boy
whose eyes are fascinated by spirals
~~a barber's pole swirls,
A squirmish boy enticed to bestilled
snip's squints a boy's mirrored face
as scissors repeatedly being flexed
by a talented barber precise styles
~~a mother's return smiles,
A powdery roughhoused brushing
thoroughly adds a soothing resolve
they wait as a father has his turn
then they leave with shorter hair
~~gust cools heads with ease,
A mother pays as a family leaves
a couple of stops, a few stores later
he now finds himself seated on a swing
a mother directly relieves a barber's gift
~~back-kick swing lifts, lollipop licks.
2020 August 20
Alone, I fled from the city that night-
escaping problems that kept me awake-
to a lodge by the seashore- where an old
eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach.
To unwind the stress that city life caused,
I settled in peace with something to drink.
The label, I hide on the wine bottle-
denying this habit I need to break.
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine-
woke me in the morning- with such a fright!
I dreamt a black cat attacked me in bed-
and I screamed as witches flew through the air.
Blood on my blanket, black fur strewed about-
enormous green witch eyes glaring at me!
"Calm down now- our dearie, it's not a dream!"
They told me of the psycho cat's demise!
Horns honking and sirens woke me for sure-
a normal weekday with clear skies and sun,
in this city, my home- glad to be here!
My scary night- just a dream in a dream!
September 15, 2020
Contest: Collaborate With Me
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Rules: Need to incorporate lines shown
in bold- supplied by the sponsor.
Each line must be 10 syllables.
Bells summoned as they tolled the sad departure
Of my poor mother’s sudden demise.
I led the short funeral procession
Towards her eternal resting sepulchre.
Before her black ebony casket was closed,
I looked intently down at her, still beautiful.
Her dress, her favourite, all lace in black.
That was her last and final wish.
They laid her in a damp black tomb
Surrounded by tall dark cypress trees,
A breeze sighed and soughed softly in sorrow
While I stood head bowed down in grief.
Lifeless leaves fell in yellow-red bunches
And covered up her ghostly grave
No tears streamed down my face, heartbroken,
Strewed instead black roses, fragrant and sweet.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I'm drawn to this bouquet; I am left so madly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Happiest are these thoughts deliberately construed.
Winter taking them from my core destroys me, sadly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Purple pillars of violently swaying happiness imbue
So I harvest them as fast as I can, enjoying them gladly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
After such a long time between blossoms, histories accrued.
I waited patiently for their replacement, so very badly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I felt the truest of forlorn, nearly left lifelessly blued.
Springtime rain brought them back to my welcoming hands, comradely.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Once I found eyes on them, new happiness did exude.
Replenishing their hearts energy regrown in me
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
NB Had some eye trouble. Next week I'll have an eye operation. Hopefully in a week I I will recover.
They laid her in a damp black hole long ago.
Surrounded by tall dark cypress trees,
The winds sighed softly in sorrow,
While I stood head bowed down in grief.
Lifeless leaves fell in brown bunches,
And covered up her ghostly grave,
I swept them off to clean the flagstones,
Strewed instead flowers fragrant and sweet.
We could have had a lovely marriage,
We could have had unlimited love.
Wisely, she wanted only the present,
Wisely, she rejected all but love.
Now she's gone, and all these years,
I dream of changing the ghastly past,
I visit her resting place and ask
Is she still praying for me from up on high?
Hurricane
By Edmund Siejka
There were warnings of a hurricane
People had been through this before
They knew what to do
Why some of the houses on the water were worth over a million dollars
They would ride it out.
The hurricane came ashore and slowly marched inland
South of Merrick Road
Cold grimy
Water was everywhere
Sewage and fuel coated lawns
Soldiers patrolled areas hardest hit
Boats were strewed in streets and yards
Neighborhoods sat empty for weeks
And politicians worried about their future.
Spray painted signs warned
“You loot
We shoot”
Heat and electricity were luxuries
Cash was a valuable commodity
Most people were patient
Some were not
But no one seemed to care.
Families returned to their neighborhoods
Tired, cold, and hungry
Water logged furniture lined the streets
Making two lane roads impossible
The only ones to show up
Were utility workers from out of State.
We don’t respect nature
We build where we shouldn’t
We pollute when we should know better
We use up resources like there’s no tomorrow
And then we’re surprised when nature hits back and reminds us that she is after all
…….Mother Nature.