Syllable Structure: 8, 10,7,9,6,8,8
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Stars sparkle, scattering silver,
Silent skies glitter, serenely sublime,
Distant diamonds, divine dance,
Glittering globes gleam, glowing gently,
Brilliant beacons burn bright
Whispering wonders to whole world,
Fanciful fantasies flow fast.
The cool air,the chilling breeze
The cozy days,make one freeze.
The beauty of nature is on its peak
Peace fills the air,we all seek.
The transformation is so wonderful
The vibrant green leaves look so colorful.
The warm sunlight provides a golden glow
The scent of fallen leaves spread with wind blow.
It's the beauty and charm of nature
That includes the mighty and the smallest creature.
Children find this time of the year the best
They play and enjoy...no time for rest.
This is the wonder of nature in fall
That captures attention, with every call.
A season of transition, filled with hues
That mesmerizes us,with its vibrant views.
We need to feel and live the season
To be happy and cheerful, there is a reason.
It's a bliss,a blessing from God
He who is,the Almighty, the Lord...
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Sea, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ sand, pebbles,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ shells.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
bubbles rising.
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¦¦¦ slow-
motion ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ fishery ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
collecting
plankton ¦¦¦¦¦¦ and fauna.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ visible
sea ¦¦¦¦¦¦
sponge and kelpleaf.
Halicystus ¦¦¦ Sea Bottle
resembles emeralds
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ in the world.
Young sea horse
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ twenty
minutes old,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ radiates on
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
a comb of twenty
upright spines
and curls
its ¦¦¦¦¦ tail.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ swims
backwards from the rock.
From The Collected Poems of Carl Rakosi. Copyright © 1986 by Callman Rawley.
(Blackout of The Lobster by Carl Rakosi)
I'll wait it out. Paranoia go away.
Now where was I?
Ah here we go..
I could kiss the stars as each one gleams.
Catching my attention, whilst way up in the sky.
If I could just reach high enough, I'd wrap my arms around the moon.
I could never repay you for all you've done.
Thankful I can see you in the birds as they fly by.
Notice you in the butterflies, fluttering in circles.
The bees in the garden, while they wear sunflowers for a dress.
Dandelions are meant to be wished on.
As it scatters, seeds find a new place to rest.
The rain from the sky washes me clean, as my own tears become nysnc with the sounds of such water falling.
The wonders of everyday life. I come to realize as I write.
India used to
be wonder land; now China
is land of wonders!
The sign starts a clock, grounded on paper.
Coldness fills the air; nervousness lasts only a little while.
Shoes untied while sitting in traffic, zoning out while I talk to the birds.
Changing seats for a new perspective, feeling the energy shift until I want my seat back.
Weird people, a cold world — acceptance is a long walk.
Residue stains like red wine on white carpet.
Everything happens on time.
Awareness comes through learning curves in turn breaking layers.
Now dry clay is molded with intention.
Feeling my feet on the ground, stepping over cracks in the pavement.
My heart beats to a song unwritten.
Letting my hair down from its updo position.
Ambiguous uncertainty while simply saying words I’ve already written.
Flashbacks of guilt from another’s pain and division.
Faith brings relief, like ice water on a hot day.
A lemonade stand at the corner — only 25 cents, already made.
Labor pain, forming a union.
Pain in the eyes leaves no room for confusion.
A laundry line in the yard.
There’s no place like home.
deer crosses the road
two eyes watch from cornfield
lonely deer grazes
Mystical creatures
dance in the clouds.
As I look up, they gaze smiling down.
Seeing their scales imprinted in the sand.
Along with squiggles drawn with One's hand.
Footprints all around, leading to the waters edge.
X marks the spot where I came to,
by His footprints in the sand.
Swimming in memories of a once forgotten time.
Atlantis my home, dancing in the sea.
Not needing to make sense to anyone
it's in the birds and bees
The wonders of His creations
as far as the eye can see.
Weekly Poetry Challenge 50 words Exactly July 27, 2026-August 2, 2026
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A silent silver ball
On the heavenly sky,
It paints a rounded doll,
Where hidden wonders lie.
The shadows softly creep,
Whispering in the air,
While hidden secrets sleep
Beyond all earthly care.
A balm for weary eyes,
A mellifluous grace,
Beneath the starlit skies
It finds its rightful place.
my mind wonders yet I'm still lost in daydreaming
oh, ladybug, beloved insect
gentle, colorful beetles
with sweet red-and-black spots
delightful winged wonders
omens of good things to come
with spiritual messages if you believe
wish fulfillment
protection
renewal and transformation
adaptability
love
and positive things
and if you don't believe
ladybugs will eradicate your garden pests
When all time is passed; i'll meet you there.'
On sands of silver, by an oceon so rare,
where we can fly out to all the stars, or simply
Sift the silt to find, golden bars with a brilliant
Shine, that at a word will form a house with
Opal windows, fit with curtains of grace
Divine.' Where no age' ever does death bring.
We
shall tarry; smile laugh and sing, as lyre birds
caress golden harp strings; with feathers of
platignum on ageless wings yes we'll all
meet there who Jesus know, who have
died to self, who mercy show, who have
accepted? Of His crimson tide
That, binds up the tears, all humanity has
cried, there where the gates are made of
wisdoms pearls, that never
shut; and where
His river curls, shining crystal it can heal
All i'lls' there is joy eternal unending as
Gods spirit; has willed.'
I am grateful for my morning walks…
for all the wonders that I see…
and grateful for the person, the trees, the flowers,
the birds, the animals and the insects
who share this walk with me.
When I come face to face with death
And feel its hands, dried out and bloody,
I count myself the most blessed
For simply this: that I have loved you.
When I see I-am-that-I-am
Sprinkling the starlit mists around you,
I give to him a helping hand
With gratitude that I have loved you.
When the spring flowers are out in bloom
And sun is shining bright above you
I hope it's not much to presume
To thank the light that I have loved you.
As I examine in my head
The splendor with which life endowed you,
I know of nothing else; instead
I do know this: that I have loved you.
And as I move through space and time,
I no more hope to astound you,
I only thank the light divine
Simply for this: that I have loved you.
My mind works wonders
thinking of you everyday
with love in my heart
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