It’s raining of sunless pleasure; smiles and frowns.
Exacting - the priceless presence of nature.
Who will save this family; its ups and downs…
What doesn’t work - scolding of ‘rents’s-legislature.
Oh, we saw the littles pull the drain, the sounds
Of fallen oaks, branches running; teenagers.
Little feet slip and slide; it’s a muddy mess.
Let the kids make tracks - must let go to possess.
Such a good day for a walk
here in my favourite countryside
many times walked this pathway
blessed memories in my mind confined
All set with a rucksack on my back
walking boots fitting my size eleven
scarf and gloves at the ready if cold
this scenery is earth's pic of heaven
Now walking along the water's edge
so stony in parts, watch my step
there's a toilet at the hotel nearby
before going on in between the hedge
Halfway walk across the boardwalk
with a couple of bridges along the way
the scenery is truly spectacular
one wants this forever and a day
Now stepping out homeward bound
with a few hills and bumps to cross
but gazing over the water to the other side
so still makes one ponder to hear a sound
Well passing by the boatyard maker
now walking on flat land, feet so sore
glad to reach back into the town square
make tracks soon be at my own front door!
Trust in your love and who loves you back
Hear me whistling dixie, a reason lovers attract
Without trust
It's only lust
Soon becomes old and time to make tracks
Silent flurries flutter down. My nose cold, cheeks warm. Whiteness gathers, explores, dusting sidewalks and my Christmas sweater. Cold angels in the snow, children giggle, flap their wings. Powdery-snow rolled into small, medium and large — a snowgent with smiling pebble teeth and a pointy orange nose. Snowbirds lift steel blades, gliding on the solid pond, as my snow tires make tracks — off to search for silver tinsel for my half-dressed tree. Vanilla-angel topper with warm cheeks.
solid gold panning
of this Winter globe —
warm and cold windows
12/5/2019
December or January Haibun Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Crutsinger
Dogs of every shape and size
On leashes pass by, prancing,
While breezes from the river blow
And set the leaves to dancing.
Balls are tossed and trees are climbed
As sweat-stained joggers, bouncing,
Make tracks around the strollers,
Like their fitness they're announcing.
Families and friends converse
And benches fill, inviting
The readers and observers
And a certain poet, writing.
When we make amends, we close and seal cracks,
Keep our footing solid as we forward make tracks.
On our pathway of life, we stay on solid ground,
If we walk in humbleness, always Truth bound.
When we allow our differences left without resolution,
Cracks begin to form in our character's constitution.
True peace can't be had or felt within our hearts,
If we're burdened with the stress of many cracked parts.
So fix those Character Cracks before they're too big to fill.
Remember there's a way always if there is a will
To work things out amicably with the ego left excluded,
While honesty and compassion with Love are included.
But if you try to resolve issues with a humble heart and mind,
And the other person chooses to be unyielding and unkind,
You'll be the bigger person left with no crack in your heart,
While the other person will retain a cracked and broken part.
Image design/poem by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2015-09-17 07:09:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
Aroused with head of hair. O grizzly bear!
Awake! As fangs do sink into my neck.
Reward, if you...O king, my life will spare.
I gnaw my nails, depressed...for i’m a wreck.
Do you, O beast hear buzzing...wink. Oh honey!
You hear the slap of salmon steak, I think?!
For you the fields of sticky gold, like money,
And hallowed fish - right there! Look there! (I blink)
He scuffles off in search of prey. I hurry!
Make tracks before he snatches me for snack.
My tent long gone. I sigh. I see a flurry.
I’d like to catch a break. Just then...a smack.
Those lips are huge, the tongue so cruel. I growl.
Bereft, I sit within the creature’s bowel.
11/4/2017
Brian Strand Contest #360
Trust in the one you love and who loves you back
Ain't whistling dixie, it's a reason lovers attract
Without trust
It's only lust
Soon becomes old and time to make tracks
Big Surf
Blue
ocean
waves
waxing
down surfboard
out shine!
Time
to load
up woody
wagon make tracks.
Checking out
sandy
beach
big surf
what a gas!
Walk the
board
control
waves.
By: Eve Roper 6/13/2015
Contest Name: Shall We Waltz?
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Sometimes in life when God's direction you seek,
You need His guidance on some timely action.
When you're praying your understanding He might tweak,
For your purest thoughts seem to get no traction.
You ask, please Lord, give me a sign of some kind,
Then from your hearts depth tears start to flow.
You seem to be groping, in darkness, as if blind,
Needing peace and assurance and your faith to grow.
Sometimes as tears make tracks on your face,
Feeling alone, you might make a decision that's wrong.
You feel the need of a Christian friend's embrace,
Keep Shirlene in your hand Lord where she'll be strong.
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