Growing up in my birth state,
I was a "Time Watcher".
I wanted to move away as soon as possible
Living in A Northern big city,
I was a "People Watcher".
I wanted to avoid dangerous people
Living for over 40 years out west,
I was a "Landscape Watcher".
I loved the sceneries.
I now live in a weather sensitive region,
And I am now a "Cloud Watcher".
Weather changes very rapidly.
Cold winds
Void whispers
Silence in the shadows
A world relying on forgiveness
Hatred brings suffering
Separation comes without being heeded
And our paths are to be walked, alone
Cold winds
Unageing sceneries
Empty hands
Flames which burn for eternity
Moods swell
Comfort in the goddess
Temporary world
The stars hide and laugh at us
Cold winds
Cold hearts as well
Words forced back
Let's plunge in dreams
Pools of amnesia
Whether a trip to a sister's funeral in Chicago;
Or another trip to Los Angeles for my aunt's funeral;
Or a slow ride to a family reunion in Chicago;
Or a 'Bucket-list' trip to an NFL game in Kansas City;
Yes. It seemed that most rails I took led to Chicago.
It's true. Several times we never left on a jet plane.
There were some great train rides, long and slow.
There were five time-consuming and memorable rides,
Sharing a dinner table with a mother and child;
Or a conversation with two unforgettable strangers.
The Great Salt Lake and breath-taking sceneries,
Including dark rides through narrow tunnels;
Roadside stops in small American towns; Great
Views of the Colorado River, and lots of friendly
Waves from a passenger train called The California Zephyr.
The California Zephyr is a well-chosen and defined name for
a train that served us well. Indeed, it was like a gentle wind
blowing from west to east. There were 58 treasured hours
spent alone with my lovely spouse as we ate enough almonds
for a lifetime and some very expensive snacks.
Calm halts clouds swollen with snow,
they will resent the continuous blow
of the four winds of bitter February;
an unleashed snowstorm is pure fury!
An elated mood rises amid the air of glumness,
April rain is far from the mornings of tearfulness;
snowy meadows will return to their vivid lushness...
even winter birds can't wait for spring cheerfulness!
I fret thinking about isolated days,
activities are limited to sceneries;
be a skier and be ready for thrills:
see deer leaping on foxes' trails!
Walking is exploring the quite wilderness
under the glistening coat of magical whiteness;
Jays that ate berries miss their sweetness...
all birds rely on feeders on those harsh winters!
Travel the whitened roads of the stunning wilderness,
they offer reflective poets joyful quotes of stillness;
a long ride on a saddle horse going at a slow pace
opens up the landscape to a stream with a lively dace!
My designs are creative
My art is extraordinary
Hidden talent beyond
Shining upon.
Views shall be seen
Sold, unfold
Beautiful sceneries.
Like a mighty sunrise,
Bursting through the skies,
Offering bright and beautiful
Sceneries to longing eyes;
Like sweet words of honey,
Flowing into a sea of disharmony;
In walks Friendship, altering the
Entire terrain, healing myriads of pain.
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Mirrored with
Mysteries
You have amalgamated.
an entire world within you;
Scenes and sceneries
Lands and landscapes
Elements and entities
You are mirroring too.
Universe
Cosmos
Galaxies
Constellations
Coalesced;
Till you break,
You're exquisitely true.
A Horse Carriage ride
A dinner, a place for excitement
Surrounded with fun, in town
A spa day
Family and friends around.
Gifts, Laughters, viewing the sceneries downtown
A day to remember
Elegancy, Designed fashions
Overlooking in passions.
A Birthday Event
Angels are sent.
bucolic idyll
watchful eyes on grazing sheep ~
attentive shepherd
quintessence of grace
gallop through pastoral field ~
a young wild mustang
dogwood tree refuge
gust of summer wind stirs bough ~
chikadee keeps perch
Writing Challenge - S words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme of choice: Scenery
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 04/08/2023
Camaraderie that please
Hymns released in penning
Essence of writing
Memories that linger
Insights without stinger
Sceneries projected and displayed
Thoughts delivered, not delayed
Revival of inner soul
Your offering in a bowl
Oxygen that resuscitates
Flows through the body and enervates
Poetry that lasts
Over the years that blasts
Elements of Chemistry
Touching the lives of many
Resonates in artistry
Your voice in honor of humanity
How do you do?
I missed you.
Day and night
In every twilight
Never wane about you.
Gliding in the snow,
like you always do
In the middle of the Alps
Not between gaps
Sceneries of you
are my portrait.
In every eclipse
Dashing to the strait
Everglades wrap up my glimpse
Mementos of nexus
Yonder of hiatus.
Shimmer of yoke
Exalting joke.
Leverage of time
Fantasy of mime
Each blink of our elegant eyes
Constitute the visual enveloping of aspiring sceneries.
Each empathetic and energetic smile
Conquers the empires of earthly fantasies.
Not every nod is good
And not all words aren't graceful;
Designing against the dreadful
Can deviate us from any pathetic cause.
So, direct your mind towards the privileges
Of astounding goals and astonishing treasures.
Early daybreak
The mountainous areas
Still shrouded in mist
The sceneries cloaked
The surroundings look ghostly misty
Sunrays blocked
By mountains and trees
Difficult to see the road ahead
With the car's light on
A thick light
Penetrates through the mist
To give us some clear views
Before the mist finally lifted
By the sunrays
The mist just looks like
The evils and sordid affairs
In the existing world
Blocking our views
Only with light like wisdom
We can be saved
From all these illusions and fallacies
Date: 17/3/2022
Sponser name: L MILTON HANKINS
Competition Name: MY DREAM VACATION
MY DREAM VACATION
Plink Plink Plink
Ah-
Lemon yellow raindrops falling down on me
I pull my tongue out to get a taste
and raise my sunglasses to take a look around.
Pink cotton candy clouds
Creamy Chocolate rivers
Candy Cane umbrellas
And is that a green-red melingo*?
What a sight to see!
I get up to see
a choco-coated breaden* boat
sailing on the pink ocean.
My mind is at ease
with the wonderful sights and sceneries.
I lie down on my orange hammock.
No stress, No pain
No sorrow, No want
In a beautiful place like this.
I could get used to this...
melingo: Melon-flamingo
breaden: as in a material made of bread
When you're born
You're at a junction
Paths derive from this junction
Suppose you're destined to one
You followed the path
On the way, many sceneries welcomed you
You're fascinated
And you took the chance
To fulfil your greeds or dreams
Maybe you waited , you received
Maybe you earned , you asked
Maybe you snatched, you demolished, you conquered
The path you follow
Whether long or short, straight or crooked
All are to the same final destination
Before you embark on the last station
You've to unload all your belongings
Which are from the previous world
After all what shall we do here now
To exist, to live or to conquer
The existing wars and epidemics just make us wonder
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