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to mark the edge of spring
to tilt strawmen 'gainst their will
late April wind shuffles new leaves like a deck of cards
a simple trick
nature in its gliding
the willow rustling
pushed by the huff and puff of big bad wolf intention
a wind that incites the season's freshness
rich romp of swaying
aspirations warring
their swooshing blow of heaving like a magistrate robed
wispy clouds wafted away to find other kin
as whispers fill night air, thick and thin
to hide themselves in willful skies
the wind at one's back, a spritely elevation
when worry mislays direction
when whistles overwash resistance
when the wind is weightless like devout contentment
you'll hear its chords of song
Poem composed April 24, 2023
Revised May 20, 2023
In the depth of the night, a concerto commenced,
With drums of thunder and a melody of rain.
Wind flutes played loud sniveling notes,
Carrying pulsating tunes in blustery tones.
Streaks of lightening, with their baton of light,
Led the blasting orchestra with dynamic might.
Trees swayed wildly, leaves scattered with force,
Rain soaked the paths, shattering dense shadows.
As dawn tiptoed, with the sun’s gentle caress,
Melodic whistles, cheeps and croaks took the stage.
Blue bonnets danced, greeting butterflies and bees,
Jays and cardinals capered under the radiant trees.
Hummingbirds frolicked around the buds of paintbrush,
Grackles called out in an enthusiastic rush.
Scissor-tailed flycatchers hovered, tails unfurled,
Charmed their mates with their squeaks and chirrs.
Pinkladies and Firewheels in their spectacular array,
Welcomed the day, luring pollinators their way.
The storm disappeared, giving way to a tranquil zephyr,
Joyfulness prevailed, in awe of Mother Earth’s endeavor.
Hold my hand and let me guide you through life,
Kiss you full on your lips make you my wife,
shower of petals, blessings down the aisle,
each step we take be full of love each mile!
beginnings beautiful, freshness of morn,
new hopes and wishes for each life new born,
meadows are green and bird nests twitter cheer,
happy faces, whistles from all so dear.
bells bring blessings from high heavens above,
turning treadmill of life for some more love,
rivers flow new with greater zest today,
each heart has a wish, every lip shall pray.
blessings from all your family and friends,
your love journey begins to stay all ends.
THE OBVIOUS
Earth moves from West to East
Path of Sun goes East to West.
Oblivious, no twist.
Rigid rocky mountain,
Stable, sturdy, static.
Dynamic falls fountain.
Stars shine, glisten, sparkle.
Moon reflecting Sunlight.
Nothing goes miracle.
Breeze always loves to blow.
Rains drizzle or shower.
Rivers on ceaseless flow.
Foxes yell in chorus
Dumb Giraffe fast runner.
Fish is dumb: Obvious.
Spring in zing, nothing wrong.
Abloom blossoms joyous
Sweet whistles of birdsong.
Space holds three dimensions
Yet sure to be defined.
Time is prime to mention.
Glances of love to thrill
We two love each other
Bliss of kiss: Love to seal.
04/26/21
First Place
'All Yours ' ( May 27 ) Contest by Brian Strand
"In fall, nature must rest for when they return in spring, to be at their best. " -quote by poet
The trees hear whispers in the wind begin
It's now time to surrender and let fall win
Slumber is upon them as they start to let go
To be strong and barren for blankets of snow
Branches relax as their leaves start to turn
Letting them fall knowing in spring they’ll return
Hummingbirds hover as they frantically feed
Fresh nectar for their migration trips a need
The wind whispers warnings as the days get shorter
When ready, he'll find his mate and will escort her
Goldfinches appear in their olive drab feathers
Working to secure their nests with twig tethers
Squirrels and chipmunks are scurrying about
Busy finding acorns as they sputter and spout
They listen to the wind as it whistles and whirls
And lifts fallen ground leaves in colorful swirls
Flowers hold on to their last blooming breaths
Before they all succumb to their fall deaths
Nature always listens to the wind's fall requests
Centrifugal forces spin cotton candy
Feathery light forming carnival magic delight
Wrapped in thin strands of white pink blankets
Colors of blues swirling all about the edges
Like baby angels who float down from heaven
Rolled into tumbling balls that fall
That bounce on delicate daisies
Softly, sweetly, on the leaves at yellow landings
Innocence who sleep between the petals with a yawn
Clear wings spread into perfection at an early age
Angel babies watch over us in flight when they awake
After a time, when quiet calms the laughter
Never tiring of being beautiful or bashful
They turn into sleep on downy pillows
Cherry cheeks radiating luminosity
While a train whistles in the distance a good night
Wasting time, smoking cigarettes. Cigarettes
All is fine, she's got no regrets. No regrets
Everyone seems to be mad
Dressed to the nines, heart shaped lips, no-one to kiss
Whistles n bells, n' no more than this, more than this
Emptiness sells, blinking lights
Listen, I'm a natural, feel like an animal in a zoo
Next to impossible, almost too beautiful to be true
'til it happens to you
Lately, I've been eating brown leaves, morning star
He's all I need, watching over me, over me
Everyone seems to be mad
Wishin' I knew what the matter was, matter was
You cannot tell what knowing does, knowing does
Whistles n' bells, blinking lights
Maybe I'm an accident, passersby are standing around
One forgotten elephant the circus has long left town
And I'm still around
Listen to the fork-tongued or the sweet song mockingbird
All you want is your fun, come the dawn y'seem so absurd
Hey, have you not heard?
Everyone seems to be mad
Whistles n' bells, blinking lights. Blinking lights
Revving the Ante
She ploughs down the sidewalk on steeled chrome
A free spirit victorious of sorts over senile dementia
Got a quad-bike for her birthday and defeats her age
Che Guevara bandana nestles her orange purple hair
Bells and whistles attached to a gargantuan lip ring
A modern crusader in cruise control defying the odds
The sweet smell of illicit indulgence drifts on the path
To heavenly peace with painful joints doped into joy
That she never surrendered when age has crept in
She sports the number tattoo on her kind forearm
Of times she surpassed from evil camps to survive
Her sunken cheek bears an inked motto ‘sod botox’
The world is too poisonous without cheeky remarks
And turmoil has given way to mindfulness’s peace
In which she flows past barriers and speed checks
One day she was not there any longer on the road
Of infinite wisdom screeching through memory lane
But I shall take a tender leaf from her journey and pray
13th March 2020
The autumn leaf curls within tree tops.
Fresh off the frost-lined arm of oak,
vibrant as the sweetest of tangerines.
It passes its crinkly brethren,
trekking through those yet to venture to roots,
gliding by ghosts of the already travelled.
Branches glare with eagle-eyes,
gnarled limbs twisting,
plotting to capture the leaf
with wooden talons and bramble nets.
The vengeful wind,
jaws at the ready,
wishes to shred the traveller in two
with crooked wrenches in all directions.
But the leaf dances around the branches,
and tucks its corners away from the breeze.
It whistles along with a playful tune.
Forever elusive.
Forever free.
#5: The Morning After
Shifting affects all their pulled souls; constant,
seized stares engage dawning crystals; bred views.
Child-like cherubs guide giggling stars; enchant,
Pegasus prepped and harnessed; controlled crews,
sprawled winged bats whorl descends barricaded,
midnight submerged shades Admiral cool blues.
Swamp aroused, croaks, leaps, buzzes, and waded,
Luna merged descension, picturesque views,
a deserved tired town, abandoned lagoon,
cows standing in their beds as the grass grows,
a milkman's leaving whistles a suite tune,
farm life kickers, kitchens light flicker glows.
Cherubs hook up the small wagon and hold,
as Sol draws the reigns; Chariot of Gold.