Short Vermont Poems
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Today is similar to yesterday,
Quite possibly a preview of tomorrow,
Repetition of sameness,
Highlighting moments of miracle.
Uncertain the journey,
Unsure which way to turn
Jump, dig, swim, burn,
Failure needs no witness,
The audience gathers anyway.
The metaphorical rooster crows,
Rise and shine,
There is a hammer to be swung,
It is time to build the world I planned,
From the dreams I dreamt.
Innocence blows in as the coldness of the wind,
Igniting an internal fire,
Washing away on the rays of sunlight,
To be consumed by evening moon glow.
In the music of life there will be sound and rest,
In every day there will be work and rest,
The contrast is important,
Finding the balance is the test.
Silently meaning is grasped,
Subtle movement conveys the essence,
The stillness and silence share the rest,
Each breath in each breath out,
Love envelopes all.
Vermont Limerick
There was a tall man from Vermont
Who always was out on the hunt.
But when he got snared
And layed in the lair
There was no more packing his trunk.
At a right angle to all that is known,
Exists an unknown that remains,
glimpsed through the windows of dreams,
Remaining un-real until one dares to climb out the window.
Y'all come from Vermont?
Why'd you move?
It's beautiful there!
"Well, don't ya know,
Ya cain't eat the veeiuw!!
inspired by HG's poem for Icy Cascades contest.
Pure joy, absolute madness,
Complete opposites aligned in their sameness,
Returning the owner to similar places as they subside,
The journey of life is filled with surprises.
Crawling slowly into the notion,
Undeterred by obstacles before me,
Pressing onward with determined uncertainty,
Seeking guidance where none appears,
Pressing on shedding fears.
An Old Haunt in Vermont
She has been living in an old haunt;
Great artist who is my favorite aunt;
And we knew,
Beautiful view;
While having fun skiing in Vermont.
Jim Horn
The moment I met you I knew,
I would never fall in love again,
When my spirit amplified,
my heart felt at home,
Love lifted me,
I must, from this point forward, always rise in love.
How beautiful the lilacs grow
How ethereal their scent
Their colors from purple to pink and blue
and white like New England snow.
How beautiful the lilacs grow.
How beautiful they grow.
Put into words the world I want before me,
Call it praying, wishing, dreaming,
I have the power to speak life into the world,
I have power to speak death as well,
I choose life, I choose life.
The day after I leave,
My money will be worth nothing to me,
The things I have collected will no longer be mine,
The day after I leave all that will remain,
The memories and the love and the smile they became.
Crispy Macintosh Apples
Red with Sunset hue
Peeled and sliced on the bias
Soaked in apple dew ;
Maple syrup, Too
Oven Baked
Sniff!
Inspired By "Barbara Gorelick's Contest :
" Harvest Foods Epulaeryu "
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A breakfast good treat
Vermont Maple syrup sweet....
Empty bottle drained
In teaching what I know,
Emotions from frustration to joy will flow,
If the lesson passes through the emotional filter,
The course work will be off kilter,
Each lesson pulled down from above,
Shall be a lesson of love.
I'll dream about you baby
I promise you that much
It seems that that's the only way
I'll get to feel your touch
A kiss upon your picture
Is not a kiss that's shared
I don't hug you by hugging
My Vermont Teddy Bear
It is not possible to worry and pray at the same time,
Lay down the fears, frustration and anger,
Hands balled in fist do not come together well,
Hands open lay aside worry,
Clasp hands completing a divine human circuit.
Reality has flipped upside down,
Fist pounding on glass for release,
What descends is not glitter nor snow,
Fractured fragments of reality,
Tomorrow will be created from these pieces,
Today will be lived amidst the debris.
KAREN
mother, daughter, wife, poet
sister of Lois and Penny
lover of Brad, Skylar and Harley
who feels happiness, sorrow excitement
who fears snakes, our next election, snow covered roads
would like to see South Dakota, Vermont and Wisconsin
resident of Fort Loramie, Ohio
CROFT
The breath came in
and then was gone
Just as the beautious visions resonated
with my dna then resolved
Each inspiration
paired with expiration
wonderfully frames
the joy of living
the joy of loving
the day will come
to honor this beautiful life
with one beautiful death
Erica
Daughter, Sister, Cousin, Friend
Baby sister to Brian
Lover of wild flowers, nature and writing
Who feels love, strength, and determination.
Who fears closed minds, wild things, and creepy crawlies
Who would like to see the world someday
Resident of a small town in Vermont
Gould