facing the crossroads,
unsure which way to turn,
i do a slow pirouette
and hold the world at my finger tips.
you are playing a game of russian roulette
with my future.
i wonder, when will you slip,
where is the bullet that you hide?
i place a ruby on your tongue,
to break the curse of eden.
we fall beyond a sandy shore.
i know one day you will sacrafice me for the seasons.
the night time is my freedom,
the only time i breath and can open up my eyes.
but still you hold me blindfolded on the floor,
suffocating under the pressure of your pride.
dancing around wolves with feathers in our hair.
we wear trust as a disguise.
so afraid of the future,
more afraid of the past
lost in the present.
unsure which way to turn,
i do a slow pirouette
and try to grasp the answers
slipping past my finger tips.
Contest: "Me against Myself"
By: Gillian
Autumn Walk
I step into the open and feel the fall air on my face
A chill has settled that was not there yesterday
I welcome it and pull my collar closer
As I set off upon my morning walk
I note the colors that the trees are painted
And marvel at the kaleidoscope that nature provides
I pause to listen to the music of the leaves
As they steel them-selves against the gusting breeze
I walk quickly, my gait strong and steady
There is something about fall that lifts my spirit
Autumn to me is not a season ended
Instead, a prelude to another yet to come
I wander where I wish, with no planned destination
Following a path prescribed only by me
The forests and meadows beckon and I respond
Observing everything as if never seen before
I revel in the beauty that surrounds me
And cast my eyes at the ice blue sky above
I give thanks for the joy that has been cast upon me
As I tread further into fall with every step
Forget me not, for I bring beauty to thought.
One of my splendid ways, are my displays.
Require me to grow strong, stringing along.
Gorgeous clusters of blue, starlight true.
Each branch of green, so very pristine,
Towering two feet, never discreet,
Mellow dainty blooms, gently grooms.
Earthly seasons, for many reasons.
Need not forget, have no regret.
Over in your garden, I have a pardon.
Time is one season, though so pleasing.
written for
Sponsor Carol Brown
Contest Name FLOWERS OF SPRING
the winters here and its very cold
i have no one to come and hold
to keep me safe and very warm
for the long nights that has drawn
i see the coldness climb down the window frame
covered in ice and also rain,
wish you were here to hold me tight,
and scare away them endless nights,
i feel the breeze under the floor,
it creeps in an under the door
sneaking in my house and making me cold
wish someone was here that i could hold.
i watch the clouds there all gray and dark
in the winter they do that,
the sun will shine but there,s no heat
its that cold i cant feel my feet,
in my heart it feels so dark and gloom,
all because winter came in my room,
i close my curtains and climb in bed
pull the covers way over my head,
i hope to breath very hard
so the breath can warm my heart,
so come on summer come around
and lift this nasty thaw off the ground,
i want to feel the heat from the sun.
so when the winter does come your way
please wrap up and always be safe,...
Sauntering through meadows of green grass
Spring breeze cast my scarf to the ground
Bending down to retrieve it
He plucked it and used it
To pull me closer
Red robin blushed
Matched my cheeks
As lips
Met
Entry for Michael J. Falotico's Nonet Me a Spring Kiss contest
Dear Santa,
I’m writing to you just like every year
Always been good since the last time
You brought me gifts on your red deer
I left you no milk but some sweet lime
Do forgive me for this funny mistake
But I’m sure you loved the cheesecake
I don’t want a Barbie doll under my tree
Seeing I’m now grown to own a perfume
But I’m not asking for that or a new birdie
All I want this year is for a bridegroom
For cruel Miss Betsy living near the lake
So she can be nice to kids like small Jake
Hope my wishes are not getting too much
Since I still have some more things to ask
For the old lady at the gate of our church
Always carrying that broken yellow flask
Please send her some pretty shiny roses
So they could brighten her dirty blouses
I know I didn’t write something for myself
Because my wishes came true very early
You sent them through your little green elf
Who came together with a cute pink fairy
So my letter is for many living around me
That their Season be full of so much glee
Summer is my love
Burning me hot with passion
Leaving me to Fall
This cold winter rain makes me lazy.
I miss the warm sunshine of fall.
All I want to do is to rest.
It seems I've no energy at all.
I long for the coming of spring
When my spirit and the earth are reborn.
For the drab winter weather saddens me
And leaves me feeling forlorn.
This season has barely begun
And I'm already wishing it gone.
I miss the clear skies above
And the bird's chatter greeting the dawn.
Winter can be so depressing,
Especially when you're alone.
The rain, the snow and the cold, cold wind
Leaves me feeling weary to the bone.
I count the days till it's over
And the spring arrives at last.
Three more months is a long, long time
To live life with skies overcast.
Take the lungs so winded
Breathe in me new life
Take the heart so strained
Shield me in this strife
Lift the eyes so heavy
Shine, oh light of day
Lift the wings so weary
Pull my heart away
Raise the shield so battered
May I rest beneath
Raise the soul so heavy
Bring sweet joy of grief
Strength of once has fled me
Yet I still remain
The heart alive can bear much
I've held this desert plain
My King, how I need you!
This heart within me fails
Oh how long I've rowed this ship
Fill this winded sail
Carry me, I tremble
I've lost the strength to stand
Hold me close, I'm broken
Rain upon this land
Take my weary hand
Oh temptress of the earth and sky
Why must you rise so soon?
The fields are full with wheat and grain
So comes the harvest moon
Come september ready or not
Our crops no longer wait
The harvest moon and autumn wind
Will surely seal their fate
Oh golden moon that shines so bright
Give me light I pray
I cannot see to glean my fields
Turn darkness into day
Oh harvest moon why can't you see?
I do the best I can
I plow my fields and plant my seeds
Why can't you understand?
Harvest moon oh harvest moon
Just give me one more hour
Help me see to cut my wheat
And grind it into flour
Tell me a tell of summers' past.
Of Sunsets and seashells lying in our path.
Tell me a tale of Autumn leaves, crunching beneath our feet.
Of cold crisp air that kisses our cheeks.
Of Autumn's pallet that stains mountain peaks.
Tell me a tale of dark skies contrasting the white snowfall.
Of red cheeks and noses.
Of sleigh rides and mistletoe.
Of Singing Christmas carols.
Tell me a tale of melting snow.
Of flowers blooming and birds chirping.
Of the sun peeking up at the big blue sky.
Of little ducks swimming with their mothers in ponds nearby.
Tell me a tale of seasons.
Of all the wonderful things to know.
Of life's simplicities.
And all the stories you know.
A delightful description of spring spilling forth it's grace upon the earth, singing a colorful
song of peace.
An open window of spring grace,
a beam of sunlight touches my face.
The morning dew evaporates in the wind,
spilling forth the scent of jasmine.
Sing with me a song of spring grace,
a spider's web woven like lace.
A sparrow perched upon my swing,
sing with me a song of spring.
A red fern growing wild in a meadow,
goldenrods beam a golden glow.
Crickets chirping at my feet,
Sing with me a song of spring.
Daisy
Daisy, your white petals
and cheery yellow center
brings a smile to my face.
You are simple,
but the sight of you
brings out my dimples.
When I see you
I think of summer,
no funerals do I see,
or former boyfriend's presence.
I see the wild flowers
of spring and summer,
I see picnics,
long hair,
I see swimsuit sessions at the lake,
I see you in pictures that I take.
I'm so glad you are here,
to greet me on this
long day of the year.
Daisy I'll always hear the birds of spring
and summer chirping when I see you along
the road side.
You make me want to ride like the wind
on a wild stallion and be ten years old again,
Daisy.
I've had so many seasons, and seeds I've had to sow,
winter seasons of dryness, where nothing seems to grow,
rainy seasons of sadness, where tears just flow and flow,
sunny seasons of joy, where love begins to show.
Throughout the seasons of my life, Jesus held my hand,
and brought me through each one of them, and taught me how to stand.
Morning deprived of fresh visions upon the break
Only the rising sun peers out of darkened wake.
Natures deserted ones stand tall, alone, forsaken,
Seemingly, sagely awaiting, moisture that’s taken,
Overtures of mystical dancers float in sky.
Opaque, grayish, clouds approach seeming to sigh,
Now building up with winds, which feel the cry,
Standing before the glorious power before me now,
Tends to overwhelm but fascinates me as I, bow.
Omnipotent view sends shivers up my spine.
Rendering my mind as well, calming it like wine.
My spirit warms as sounding rain begins to fall.
Such accumulation of mist, these things I saw.
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