Short Trio Poems
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can replace all words
can replace all humans
can replace all beings
is the only word
is the only human
is the only being.
The trio from the Opera Land
has sung with Barbara Streisand,
they'll enchant you with their voices
they throw kisses like roses....
applaud them..they are grand.
In His continuous creation
in God's image we are made
With the Holy Spirit comforter
counsellor ever alongside
Jesus the living God
In whose love we do abide
These be
the keys to life,
faith,hope and agape,
love,the greatest gift of all three-
to thee !
L1 is the opening line to TRIAD
the American Cinquain by Adelaide Crapsey
The rain is of God,
watering his divine love;
hydrating all life:-
Evaporating,
God's rain ascends heavenly;
condensding to earth:-
Raining tears of grief,
always, via God, become
healing tears of joy:-
Blossoming onwards,
Know you’re worthy of success;
God…navigating…
Like flowers of spring,
Your destiny is assured.
God…cultivating…
Plow onwards in faith,
Rowing towards your greatness;
God…fertilizing…
To know your own death
perpetuates addiction
confusing your fate.
To know self feeds life
authenticating purpose
that celebrates Jah!
An 8 year old king
solid food is for the youth
and crickets mean you.
The trio* from the Opera Land*
has sung with Barbara Streisand,
they'll enchant you with their voices
as they throw kisses like roses;
applaud them...they are grand!
*The Trio: The Three Tenors
* The Opera Land: Italy
wind sets leaf dancing
waving up and down on twig
pulls and tugs it loose
whipping up water
into colourful bubbles
spraying them afar
scuttling clouds racing
across the endless blue sky
leaving wisps behind
There's a definite electrical charge that's flowing
Between T.O and the Big “O”, the ions are glowing
As well as that British guy
Cross the sea who comes by
A triple crown of joy with giggles overflowing
chuck close used a painterly style
photo faces with abstract guile
George Stubbs uniquely fine
in painting all things equinine
Georgia O' Keefe so novel so new
flowered in an intimate close-up view
Paul Klee made a painting of poetry
unique & in rectangular geo-me-try
Charles Demuth with a reverse ekphrasis
made WCW figure 5 his innovative art thesis
Yours truly 'kindled' the emagi
a reverse ekphrasis digitally
VIRGINAL GIRL
begin the beguine..
Make your music mine
LAUGHING GIRL
joy's outflow-from eyes aglow
GIRL WITH EARRING
a look of love-
into eternity's mirror
LACEMAKING GIRL
intricate detail
patient design-
portrait of time
Glory be to God,
Moms are the laborers of God:
Praising God for Moms:-
Without their labor,
We would not be in this world:
All praises to Moms:-
Praise God for navels,
Keeping Moms with us always:
Happy Mother’s Day!
It looks like a wound
strength often comes from bleeding;
Tall and proud, I stand.
Maybe if we share
flaws become understanding;
Embrace your story.
I think I’m too short;
You think you’re too quiet;
We just see perfect.
Penguins standing proud;
Wings flapping as if to fly–
The ocean waiting:-
Penguins flapping wings…
Ducks floating in the ocean…
Splash! Ducks fly away…
Beneath the water,
Wing-flapping penguins soaring;
Landing at the shores:-
Fading deepest blue
cherry blossom storm falling
cleansing deepest wounds
Wind blows crystal rain
rain cascades carless droplets
garden bloom sweet jade
Stillness sharpens blade
mountains fade magenta skies
seas swell angry waves
Trees’ leaves were ripped off,
leaving nakedness behind
with teasing winter:-
Nude trees not ashamed
as winter winds teased them;
their hope barked in spring:-
Through thrusting winter,
naked trees never gave in;
waiting coming leaves:-
an old apple tree
where a house stands abandoned . . .
limbs with empty nests
hanging from the tree -
a child’s swing from long ago
swaying in fall’s breeze
scattered on the ground
round the trunk of the old tree . . .
red, ripened apples
On the eve of spring,
Mother nature awakens,
to prepare her land.
A gentle whisper,
spreads to all she touches,
wake up my children.
A new dawn arrives,
plush and bountiful haven,
magic everwhere.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
SEASONALLY READY: AHAIKU TRIO
Seasons of nature
Are as the nature of life;
Always challenging:-
Each season weathers,
Claiming its own uniqueness;
Just as do our lives:-
Live seasonally:
No matter which season comes,
Live triumphantly:-
And then we slowly fell under a crazy spell
somehow we fell in love for the last time;
And I don’t dream since I quit sleeping,
no I haven’t slept since I met you;
You didn’t believe I’d ever find you,
nether did I;
So what do you say, forever this time?
WET SHORES: A HAIKU TRIO
Waves splashing the shores.
Warm, dry sand frothed with joy:
Wet and satisfied.
Wish I were a shore,
And justice, a frothing wave:
Wetting me daily:-
Shores of injustice,
Need frothing tornado waves,
And blunt force wetting:-
so proud of your country
were taught to honor others
mark of an adult
stand with great pride
no matter how big or small
all are one, do admire
how small you become
joke not of others homeland
smallness, just derides
11-5-2020
end of the deluge
a brush dipped in pastel hues
wipes away sky’s tears
God’s promise to man -
not a gift with bow on top. . . .
just the bow itself
in rain’s aftermath
a second arc streaks the sky. . . .
I stand all amazed
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