Meadowlark Poems

Stone Spires

Stone cathedral spires rise
          Sharply
From freely flowing waters
 Birthing rebirth -
Lifting up unto the eternal
 A psalm
   A canticle
      To celebrate the seasons;
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Morning sun whispers
on down feather pillows
Soft autumn breezes
through young weeping willows
Hot coffee laughter
at contagious yawning
You in my arms
as a new day is dawning
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November wishes
and cinnamon tickles
Shower stall steam
with warm water trickles
Passionate sighs
at your skin softly gleaming
Your lips on mine
is the...Read More

Stone Cathedrals of Glenwood Canyon

Stone cathedral spires rise sharply from freely flowing waters -
 Birthing renewal through eternity’s eyes -
Lifting up to the eternal
 A psalm, a canticle, to serenade the seasons,
  Singing celebration in Heaven’s waiting ear;,
Reaching down...Read More

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Here on the night before yesterday’s dream,
twilight composers retreat
Laughing at whispers a’ flow on the stream,
happily taking a seat

Practicing meadowlark lyrics to sing,
strumming a toadstool in tune
Awaiting the light that the fireflies bring,
blinking a wink at the moon

Tulips with tambourines...Read More

The trill of the Nightingale 
Reminded me of sleep—
As my mind began its wandering 
Through a vale of downy sweep.

And I became a Poet,
In my imagistic style—
Sharing tea with Emily,
If only for awhile.

Then the stars became as diamonds,
A billion-one, or...Read More

Oh, Pain!

Oh, pain! I remember the lost all too often,
Aged bones creak in silence, can memories soften
The blow? How lost lubricants broadened my smile,
Oft gave rise to new poems that bloomed without guile!
So a rainbow, whose softly lit curves can...Read More

           ~Once upon a rhyme, many years ago~
a charm of wordsmiths gathered on an emerald mountain 
took dreamy strolls on piney paths along its golden crown
dipped their wits and winsome...Read More

Eastern dam
	 A vast expanse of
		Captive water
	Long grass and reeds
		Marshy acres where
	Where the dike’s inadequacy	
		Overflowed 

The hoarse call of
	Mating geese
		On flighty wings

Ducks plummeting
	To a watery landing

A gilded Teal	
	A fledgling Heron
		On awkward limbs
	A Meadowlark
		A Whippoorwill 

Sweet breeze caressing 
			Gentle doe
				Knee-deep in...Read More

And I
And I love you
And I
Adore you
And I love  U
And I love U
And I love U
I love U

And I
I love you
And I pray often, that you
Will choose me to be
Be your earthly King
For I’ll treat you like a Queen
God...Read More

PASSIONS BEATS MY HEART SOUNDS OF THE MEADOWLARK

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Twilight composers


Here on the night before yesterday’s dream
Twilight composers retreat
Laughing at whispers a’ flow on the stream
Happily taking a seat

Practicing meadowlark lyrics to sing
Strumming a toadstool in tune
Awaiting the light that the fireflies bring
Blinking a wink at the moon

Tulips with...Read More

                     TALKING BLUE MEADOWLARK IN THE DARK
 
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While slowly walking through this lovely park
     on Sunday at noon,
          a warm day in June;
I hear the trillings of a meadowlark;
     his...Read More

I have seen you at the courtyard door,
Your hair aglow with summer spark,
Your bright blue eyes scanning the skies
For your sister soul, the meadowlark

I have seen you at the courtyard door
Searching the wind bent cherry bough,
Picking the first of its...Read More

A Mother's Goodbye

She clutched the triangular fold
of white stars on a blue field
as she stood on the hallowed ground.

She sang dolefully, with a reverence
that shaped the tremulous tone
of her weary, aging voice.

Her song was thinned by despair
yet was thickened by...Read More

meadowlark
warbling sweet melodies
a rare treat for me...Read More

I've tried summer time;
With a winter mix
Didn't seem to help none
And it made me very sick
didn't  seem to help me none
Had my socks and shoes off walked three miles through the pouring rain and
got all caught up in the...Read More

Blush cheeks capture a heated day
sun-soaked lemon chills melt fast
beating hearts drifting off into the bay
as the west winds caress sails of love

Slow waves tumble toward the shore
intertwined fingers grasp and hold tight
as fragile souls sing lullabies of peace

Ominous clouds...Read More

Remember me?
I remember you.
My home-
Where the meadowlark laughs
And the sun paints the tranquil sky
Over the ancient hills-
A familiar majesty,
The sagebrush and thistle,
So strong and hardy,
Ugly to most,
Dear to me.
I long to wander those hills again-
Anthills and rabbit prints.
To feel the...Read More

ABCBCA

Each day when morning light would break
a tortoise rushed, (well…tried)
to his favorite sitting spot
in all the meadow-wide
haunted by a single thought
tormented by a lonely ache.

The tortoise loved a meadowlark
that perched a weathered stump
and sang at each sun’s rising.
The music caused...Read More

It was on a Kansas farm 
I saw the beauty and the charm
as I sat gazing out across the hills
Not a car or man in sight 
just a blue and cloudless sky
and the smell of barley wafting from the mills

A...Read More

Beneath this soft...dark silent sky  

 
 
 
Beneath this soft…dark silent sky
as starlight teardrops weep
in moon glow feathered sonnets…
my heart waits
~ 
Clinging to every hope,
laced of tiny woven dreams
now filtered through weary eyes
and worried sighs
 ~
Collecting each moment...Read More

superfluous drizzle
this tranquil cottage scene

April’s meadowlark sigh
sweetly symphonic slopes
green glistened gradient

hillside reeds rejoice flat
rejuvenation blessed
by philanthropic sun

illustrious wisdom
showers ivory slates
of winter remembrance

villagers swim downstream
lips kiss glimmered ripples
madly in love with reflections

how quickly forgotten
all quickly forgiven
natural mortality rates

the river wisely runs
babbles...Read More

Wonderful dawn

Spider webs glisten
with droplets of dew,
geraniums facing the sun

Still all my thoughts
are directed at you,
you are my beautiful one

A meadowlark singing
her wonderful song,
welcoming everything new

While on this day
in this wonderful dawn
I say good morning to you

Good morning Soupers
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Seldom now do honeybees take wing
to visit the flowery bower-
or do I hear a meadowlark sing
nor a whippoorwill call in the evening hour.

Butterflies once like rainbow arrays-
cloaking the flowery bower-
now seem mostly gone on summer days
and nightingales rarely sing in...Read More