Seasons Prose Poetry Poems

In the realm of moons and breathless tides,
where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises,
along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story—
a poetic novel...

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At last, I pause at eventide to take rest 
amidst the shadows of the setting sun.
 
And as I watch I cannot help but ponder…
what...

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The morning air to which I have awoken 
whispers softly upon me, the subtle signs of change.

For the aroma of distant fire has joined the...

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The land lies
Chilled and stilled.
Whether flatlands
Or rolling hills.

Damp, cold, and alone;
She doesn't feel at home.

It's hard to feel at home
Where warmth and purpose seem
To be...

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Rest assured wisdom is found within the act of hibernation. Regeneration 
of the Alls creation is to be sought with none around. Removing the sounds
&...

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So, what does Nature
and Her Winter suggest?

that death is but a sleep
before a refreshing showery
sunny new awakening

that each resting kernel of being
is a blossom again...

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** From Moon to Clover **

I say,”Do not!” live every  day 
As if it were our last day,” like some advise.
For tears will flow...

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Just when you think you’ve lost me . . .

Just when you think you’ve lost me and I’m nowhere to be found—
Stop!  Take a...

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If you observe the world,
you will notice that the flowers bloom
without asking permission...
That leaves fall without fear
  the seasons....
If you desire and have a...

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Across the lakes

Through frozen flakes
 
They come in storm, 

Whose breath be warm 
 
To change a freeze 

Into a tenderness, 

To fall and splatter,...

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A conversation between a lady of noble birth and a certain gentleman as recorded by Steven Ureke in one of his Poetry Journals. 

O, maiden!...

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Fall, the falling leaves


Once I ran away from sadness/heartbreak and I sought escape.
The running man can't run no-more.

Once fearless man learn, love was vengeance,
love would...

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 Inspired by the Psalms
at Holy Rood House trauma training day. 

God in Jesus you suffered alone on the cross,
bearing blame, isolated, alone.

How can we...

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We have no control over the passage of time, but much flexibility with our own time. On and on, time goes and flows with no...

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One Eyed Mack remembered not what two eyes felt like 
He had lost sight in his left eye when a little tyke 
He has been...

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