Short Borne Poems
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It didn't need to grow wings, it floats on the breeze.
Or...
If you don't believe science, you might as well pray to idols.
Ballooning o'er the desert
Sun peeks up at you...
Experience nature's gift.
Wafting on the wind's current
Silence in motion...
Reflections of a new day.
The fire of dawn awakens
Hills of umber gold...
Borne to see such wonderment!
It was the innocent spring of life, of which, never shared
Spent summer youth in blanket gaze or in mystic stare
Now the autumn winds, whisper of twice cried tears
Of two stories told, each welling deep, the worst of harbored fear
Maybe forever, two winters of discontent
But still yet, a band plays on
Purveyed are souls
Seasons will pass, never meant
Form:
I have being sending out telegrams
to forsake my whereabouts,
as a fully qualified survivor
I'm trying to reach your heart
you're laughing at me
chewing on your foibles
You cried like Cinderella
claiming you had no friends
and worse was to follow
You blew out all the candles
proclaiming what is to be done
banished to foreverland
borne to repeat the same error again
In my garden flowers grow,
But I did not plant them though.
Borne on the wind, wild seeds found
Just by chance my piece of ground.
Through the winter months they slept,
Beneath the soil, safely kept.
Then when springtime called anew,
Their time had come, so they grew.
A riot of colour filled my plot,
Wild flowers grew in every spot.
What could a spirit be but lifted,
To see the beauty nature gifted.
dandelion drift
soft the seeds set sail windward ...
next year's bright meadow
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Hi-Ku (3)" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, Nature Haiku" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Poem of the Day ~ featured on PoetrySoup.com on May 26, 2019.
Not without blood…
and water’s flood
As stained water surged…
released an old man’s urge
By stained water surge…
the urge is purged…
and new men emerge
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The riddle of life reveals itself once one
learns that things pertaining to truth’s reality have
two applications; one is the beginning the other is
the end and the mystery are solved once we learn to
play both ends by grace of the middle! (Rev. 1:11KGV)