Beneath soft skies, the waking earth exhales,
A tender green begins its quiet claim,
As winter loosens, all its silver veils.
The fragile buds awaken into flame,
Of color brushed on branches, bright yet shy,
Each petal whispers out the sun’s new name.
A warming breeze drifts lightly through the sky,
And carries songs from birds unseen, yet near,
Their notes like laughter drifting low and high.
The rivers hum, their crystal voices clear,
As melting frost returns to living streams,
And time itself feels softer, less severe.
In blooming light, the world renews its dreams,
And beauty grows where hope and sunlight gleams.
Sneeze freeze
Wheeze squeeze
It was just here yesterday,
I remembered your smile.
But my thoughts, they don't stay.
They haven't for awhile.
I know it's not far off
when your smile will be new.
I won't remember it.
I won't remember you.
Memories are the one thing
we think will never leave.
But this disease takes everything,
that's now what I believe.
So smile for me now
while I still know it's you.
The next time that you see me
I may think you're someone new.
26/11/2024
Written: January 05, 2023
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As a river beckons
and brittle stripes
of soaring reeds swell,
with a faint breeze
and a sturdy hedge,
the ebb and flow
of a loving swarm,
who humbly trickle
on an emerald ledge,
my spirit quivers
at sight of your hasty
adrift in vehemence,
full of enthusiasm,
fledgling, foolish scent.
aerial zephyrs are said,
to breathe a divine dream
upon receiving,
award of merit.
Can you pinpoint
every detail in
a seamless swerve
swaying stygian splits
in crystalline water
convey radiance
or a wispy, hazy veil
wrapped in gnomes
rhythm,
dance and chant
as twigs protrude
from swaying rims,
suave souls supplied
a haven while time invades
wrests wonted words
as sapphire scrap.
epitome of sighs.
It's time for seraphic zeal
in gauzy garments
and lunar anguish,
beseeching you with
a supple, soft cuddle
to bestow her boon,
pureness excites her.
to the brink of rapture,
leading lips to quiver
she merely dodges it,
as her grasp seeks to yield
a tender kiss, and
a loving curl of her lips.
5th place contest winner
At a time he should have been set
Murphy became rather upset.
Scott had this guessed at the outset
But not how to Murphy reset.
Scott could only pray that Murphy
Go home with the cherished trophy;
With loss his room might seem stuffy
And unusable seats fluffy...
But setbacks checked at their onset
Required one who was preset
And Ben Murphy–photo inset
Didn't look a pin the preset.
The October wind is chilly, cold.
It heralds the onset of Winter.
Harvest is ending we're putting up stores,
Getting ready for Winter to enter.
There's pies, cakes and breads and canned goods galore,
Family and friends come over.
It's time now to rest and visit awhile.
Too soon the festivities are over.
All Summer long we worked and we toiled,
Preparing for Harvest Time.
Then we worked harder than ever before,
To bring in the harvest sublime.
When Harvest is over we celebrate.
We visit, we party, we share.
We give thanks for the blessings that we have received;
For God's goodness and bountiful fare.
Each day a new memory is lost.
As if reality is a series of nothingness.
So that things that just happened-
Can be undone.
It feels like the past can be shifted by a whisper.
The voices tell me it’s dangerous to remember…
I can feel some pain that I can’t remember…
It is as if there is some kind of crisis that I forgot about…
But each new day, there is a chance to undo.
Which is refreshing.
Even as my family waves goodbye.
My demons: are awakened;
They're lurking around inside my mind
I've become so bitter, shaken
These demons somehow keep me blind.
These demons are trying to get at me;
Throwing obstacles in my way
My writing these words, be mistaken
But it's just my demons wanting to play.
I find myself in grips by my demons;
As if they had chains on me
Thunderous yelling at myself
In the mirror that sat on the shelf.
Gaps in time unaccounted for;
Missing what had just taken place
I know I have some memory problems, face it
But, this is more like it's Alzheimer's disease.
There are these days I forget my name;
And there isn't anything to blame
Sometimes forgetting where I am
Or are these my demons trying to shame me again.
Writing of this makes me uneasy;
I keep telling myself or is this reasons
I ought to choke you to make them stop;
Sometimes, I think my head is going to pop.
The Onset of Old age
Written: by Miracle Man
1-20-2019
Was when our get up and go,
Had suddenly skedaddled.
And with serious health issues,
We suddenly found ourselves saddled.
But this hasn't left us,
Entirely broke Just slightly bent.
Leaving nothing to fight over,
Has become our intent.
At death, what remains,
Those feeling entitled will fight.
Seeing our death's as a windfall,
And perhaps their birthright?
Analogous to many a flaming among
fiery roaring tongue,
poised sinned thyself to flung
maybe this equates with
emotional repression – Carl Jung
would attest deservedly, aye clung
condemned to Dante's Inferno,
searing each lung
where just moments ago, a typhoon
swept over this papa,
no longer a foo fighting
"special hero" unsung,
whose sweaty hands could
no longer grasp hold of sanity
his entire soul felt inconsolably rung
with bittersweet asphyxiated,
choking suffocating tears.
Early winter dew
perched on leaves of oak melt,
dripping buds of jasmine
Woe the one who denies feeling, refusing to follow the tempting caresses of emotion
Claims boredom, holding back from crossing over into the land of adventure of which one stands upon without recognition.
Alas suffering souls congregate beckoning love
And because hearts have yet to shatter incur each other like rocks residing in statues.
Worthless in squandered potential for happiness,
These spirits have shuttered at any introspective thought.
If only the statues would crumble revealing the rocks inside.
One may notice these rocks to be Gems in retrospect.
Stifled tears
Recorded in
The pages of
An old diary
Made immortal
In the hearts of
Kindred souls
Awakened
By the dawns of
Early light
Cradled thoughts
Luminous indeed
A way for the soul to
Release its many burdens of
Life and lost love
No sleep tonight
my dreams upset my mind
it's all about
losing thoughts to time
It's like I was never young
nor hearty, nor hale
like disabilities came early
and wiped my memory clear
Now I worry
what will happen
when my thoughts are no longer honed
I'll just lie there, lost...depressed...alone
February 21, 2013
Wintereinbruch im Mai / Onset of Winter in May / Comienzo del invierno en mayo
Tanz der Schneeflocken
beim Wintereinbruch im Mai
Scheu eine Amsel
Dance of the Snowflakes
onset of winter in May
a timid blackbird
Danza de nieve
el invierno en mayo
un mirlo tímido
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