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The Glaciers Speak

The glaciers swept over the corridors of North America standing in the back yard of Alaska they carved out the great lakes in Alberta, British Columbia  and Montana and, gazes at you  from the  depth of the ocean.

I feel like gliding on ice, Colorado and Washington have paid the price and if you look at the mountains beyond the ocean the glaciers are singing sweet melody with a pestle and a disc.

They look like human from afar and the Yukon Territory, and Nunavut has something dynamic for all; the land is caving in and there is not much time left to rescue vain men from their sin.

Oregon, is whistling a tune  and California is watching the evening news , Wyoming, is listening to the ice break and Navada is witnessing the mountain shake.

The ice is melting under your feet and the heat is soaring to a hundred and fifty degrees, the men in boats with bear backs burnt to their core are grumbling but nature is asking them for more.

The quicksand is moving and the glaciers are sinking, soon there will be no one left to sing; the summer is still lingering around and glaciers are singing in the ocean like a clown.

Come journey with me to the Swiss alps and let us see what they have got, the heat is penetrating the blocks and , shifting the ice into a landlock. The mountains are weeping and the birds are gallivanting, the glaciers are staring at you and they can make your dream come through.

The European Alps  are huge and they can make music for me and you
 their hydrological cycle, gives us hydroelectricity, freshwater for flora and fauna, but now the are melting slowly  draining out all the glory, the heat has taken them away and the spot where they once laid has decayed.

The glaciers are melting and you have got to do something before they disappear, the sea level is rising, the landscapes have depreciated and groundhog day will soon go away, listen to the glaciers speak.



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Form: Narrative


Premium Member Forest of Hope


Dainty feathered ferns
Robed in emerald cloaks
Thick like the stands of pines
And laurels crowding
The earth scented trail

Woodsy and wild
Like dancing leaves in Autumn
Thrill at my gaze
Wondering hastily o’er
The darkness of this olive blanket
Exposing the fresh cinnamon
Hues of the ground
Trembling through rich brown limbs
In a gray that plays
On the senses, lending grace
To the laughing winds
As they praise our Creator

A cerulean sky
Softens the buttery yellow
Of the sun who smiles
Gentle and strong
On the passage of time
Who reflects on the dawn
Alive with song, rhythm
Soothing the senses
Erasing the last of a Winter
Who yearns to hold onto its dread
Darken the nature who awaits
Sprouting daffodil and tulip
Buds of sparkling hope
Waking up our hearts with joy
Music of the moment
Kindness played on the surface
Of a hungry thought

Spring silences the snow
Wiping away even the reminders
Of a dark cold that feels
More prayerless than atheism
As it prompts the serenity
Of a moment spent deeply moved
By forest and feeling
Coaxed alive by a rising sun
Or a crocus bloom

Soon the land will smile
Awake and alive
Sensations of praise
Whispered on the mind
Who remembers to thank God
For this moment, this day
The way that He blesses us
With each new song
Covering the heart with a tune
Of peace, prayer and grace
A tune of love so amazing

Premium Member Titillating Trait

My trump suit against lifelong tragic tone 
Lodged leisurely inside my funny bone. 

By dismal doom I decline to abide -
I crack it up to a facetious side. 

In each pickle, regardless size and shape, 
There is a laughing matter in a jape. 

When unwelcome hiccups simmer and spout, 
I’d pick and poke something to smirk about. 

For every spiteful slap and whopping whip
There’s an amusing snicker of a quip. 

Farcical figures of speech I’d pour on - 
Absurd, irony or oxymoron. 

When on the dark my mindset dares to dwell, 
Biting sarcasm and sharp satire mix well. 

Last not least parody’s comical spin 
Converts my frown into a happy grin. 

Don’t sweat to second my funny bone, folks - 
I chuckle and chortle at my own jokes. 

Speaking of which the punch line in the pun - 
And so I lived to die for - having fun! 

April 23, 2023

Sponsor: Angela Tune 
Contest: Character Traits
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Whistle A Tune

The sunlight doesn't seem as bright as before,
while Autumn's warmth is fast fading away.
And ominous grey clouds bring rains that pour:
sending kids scurrying inside to play.

Fall's exquisite colored leaves fall from sight,
till no trace remains; their beauty is brief.
And day relinquishes its length to Night,
as trees stand naked, not a single leaf.

The honking geese are all migrating south,
along with most of our precious songbirds.
And, daunting rumors, spread by word of mouth,
whisper, winter's near, in so many words.

While wailing winds start to whistle a tune
that warn winter flurries are coming soon.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Sittin' On The Porch

Sittin’ on the porch past midnight,  
With golden-glow tunes holdin’ us tight. 
Singin’ soft, swayin’ slow,  
To Patsy’s sweet southern soul. 

You’ve got a Whiskey Sour, warm in hand,  
I’ve got blueberry wine—bold and grand. 
My blue dress billows, breathin’ free,  
Like a moonlit melody on the midnight breeze. 

Oh, the heat hums heavy in the air,  
Your touch is tender, true, and rare. 
I could fall to pieces, pulse unsteady,  
But with you, love—I’m always ready. 

So I’ll pray to Jesus, plead and pine,  
That here in the hush of twilight time,  
With soft-lit stars and steppin’ feet,  
Our lips will lock, our hearts will meet. 

Where the song spins, sways, and sighs,  
A symphony of love under Southern skies. 
Each note a whisper, each chord a fire,  
A tune composed of true desire. 

So holler high, don’t hush that sound,  
You’re my chosen love, forever bound. 
My moonbeam moment, my midnight flight,  
My honeymoon glow in neon light. 

Let go, let loose, let love be loud,  
Shake off that pride, stand tall, stand proud. 
Let fall the tears, they won’t rust your skin,  
You can escape, love—let life begin.
Form: Lyric


Love Letter From the Soul Xxxiv

Soul,


"Even the mind fades with time . There’s no escaping it. One has to make the most of it (the mind) while they still have time  and some youth left. What stays beautiful is the soul." LLB

Laid down with the dropping of the ball
the joyous clinks ringing in a year,
party hats, strange first kisses, 
inconspicuous memory lapses, 
time marching on,
in seconds it all but disappears

fresh starts, disrobing dissertations
interludes
listening to music, assessing the wind

moments meant to be held 
not without meaning 
sharing what we have 
not what we have not

pressing your being on top my chest
laying claim to your riches
engulfing the scent
for you alone it carries my name

twinkles amid periwinkles
surrounded in a gaze
pure harmony and grace
a place 
to call more than just a home

the bells of Saint Raphael are ringing
gently, my heart beats in tune, singing
flowery words quietly are filling up 
the vastness of the oceans

there is no need to rush 
slowly we build 
fortunes fulfilling foundations
freedom to breathe
forevers to live
© Ts Poetry  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Simple Enigma

Generous of heart, the morning his light, 
with a spirit of passion he shares his wisdom. 
He muses his manic state with courage - profound - Awen

Glowing, he sparkles, eyes twinkle, 
timid - unsure, rich in a maelstrom of ideas, 
and silent contemplation - Awen

Cloaked yet exposed, open and free, 
protecting his inner soul as he imparts his knowledge, 
distracting through equation - Awen

Numeric of mind, instrumentally in tune - a converging compass mainly longitude. 
The lateral advances of his discourse, 
become a passionate concept - an interlude - Awen

The warmth and softness, as the lines string together, 
pausing to reflect, he searches the precise - 
as he hunts for accuracy - the consistent flow - Awen

Seeks clarity - yet remains confused, the touch is calming, encouraging fluidity of speech, 
he's curious to watch as the physical ignites his soul, 
the contact eliciting the passion at hand - a conundrum - Awen

A library in context, you are , my friend

Premium Member Transfusion

He was born as Jimmy Drake in Los Angeles.
However, by another name, he became famous.
He made records under the moniker “Nervous Norvus”.
He had a novelty hit many considered fabulous.
“Transfusion” was a recording some radio stations would not play.
The tune was considered a bit controversial in its day.
The song blended witty rhymes with sound effects of a car crash.
Back in 1956, it became a very popular smash.
Even though the artist long ago passed away,
this recording is still around for us to hear today.

I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for the information I obtained to write this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Blues

9/17/18
"Blues""

They don't even notice a new you
Ooooo
They keep looking at me like I'm cuckoo
Boo-hoo
Who knew
I'd have such bad juju
All that's left is a doll used for voodoo

Any day now I'm due to
Evolve into Mewtwo
Then I'll be a guru

Just love me,  since very few do
Nothing I said is voulu

I’m looking for a nice girl that can dance in a tutu
Her name doesn't have to be Lulu


Taking a cruise
Got the blues
My grasp on reality, I'm starting to lose
No longer minding my P’s and Q’s

Continuing to booze
And snooze
Had to pay my dues

Can't follow the clues
Must be missing a few screws

Heart beaten black and blue
An endless ooze
Of blood followed by a bruise

Not a single soul whose
Able to walk a mile in my shoes

No longer amused
Or Enthused

At a rapid rate I consume
Substances being abused
Aghh, I'm so confused
To tell the truth, it's of no use
Because I've always been doomed
Overhead a black cloud loomed
And there was endless gloom

I Improved
Then fell back and lost my groove

She sent me nudes
Of much more than her boobs
To me and ten other dudes

Then she had an attitude
And wanted to feud
Because I wasn't in the mood
To put up with bull, go ahead and call it rude

Whew!
For you
I made more than room
And then boom
There you were marrying a man born with a silver spoon
Able to literally buy you anything underneath the stars and moon

Picking flowers that recently bloomed
To whom
It may regard, may this lead you to a boon
With something so very opportune

Got to keep making moves
After what I choose
All while sampling different foods

Nearby a lagoon
Just following my own tune
Looking up at the moon
While atop a dune

Time has once again proved
That from the picture, I've already been removed

It's okay because this afternoon
It  will all be over soon
Form: Rhyme

The Taste of Love

She has it all in her 
Even as I can see her from afar
Heavenly beauty and uncommon grace 
That puts a smile on my face
A blessed hand to hold 
And a companion to grow old 
A mix of laughter & shouldered tears 
That takes away all my fears 
You gave me all in life I see as good 
Made me dream of things I never thought I could 
My pillar of strength deep in my soul 
The one who made my life whole 
Indescribable beauty inside and out 
The love you reflect casts shade on my every doubt 
The look in your eyes can make my heart skip 
Ever since I met you I’ve enjoyed this trip 
Each time we talk You take me through the corridors 
of heaven
Wishing to stay beside u twenty four / seven
The angels sings each time you come near
In your arms I have nothing to fear
Believe me when I say we belong together
Your face I want to see through the stormy weather
You gave my life a new meaning
Your presence alone leaves my heart reeling
A beacon of light
That brightens my darkest night
A gift above all riches and treasure
A bundle of peace beyond every measure
You crown my life with good fortune
Like a piano that produce melodious tune
Just as indispensable the sun is to the earth
You are to me cos I can't measure your worth
You are worth every tears in my eyes
as I dream of you with me walking down the aisle
You are the reason I want to wake up tomorrow
For life with you ends all my sorrow
I don't know what tomorrow may bring
All I just want is for your finger to wear my ring
To live with you together
Loving each other forever
Form: ABC

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