Wish I was the cold, ethereal breeze, that could calm everyone....
An exquisite zephyr a child craves for, peeping from the classroom window...
Zealous enough to light a tiny girl’s heart,
Descending from the zenith to the deep, silent seas.
Rising from the ever-widening ocean,
Weaving through trembling trees.....
And slipping into every unreachable corner of the world... Carrying the soft whisper of forgotten lands,
Brushing away the heat of heavy minds... Matched with the bold thunder, I’d be a timid rain-sneeze...
Wish I was that cold, ethereal breeze ...
a gentle zephyr
soaked oak trees rain down....
yesterday's thunderstorm fear
coughing children,
sneezing snoring grandparents
wounds of the zephyr
zephyr fluffs pampas
grass, chilling its green sharp leaves....
red oak leaves coat lawn
LISTEN TO THE WIND
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Listen to the wind murmur. Can you hear it
gently stirring yesterday’s dust motes,
kissing everyone's cheek with forgotten warmth,
painting hues of hope into the bleeding blue?
Listen to the wind sing. Can you hear it
creating a soft melody from rustling leaves,
whispering promises etched into tree bark,
grounding us in the breath we share equitably?
Listen to the wind mumble. Can you hear it
bowing giant oaks, tickling forest’s green expanse,
ruffling the mouse’s coat as well as the king’s gold crown,
leveling an equal, impartial hand to all?
Listen to the wind whisper. Can you hear it
raising up paper cranes and giving them flight,
carrying one’s dreams on its placid breezes,
guaranteeing nothing, yet everything.
Listen to the wind moan. Can you hear it
lifting silent prayers, light as dandelion fluff,
bidding us pause as life’s burdens dissolve?
zephyr softly b r e a t h i n g
among green boughs . . .
romancing the trees
Written: June 22, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Pristine splendor, saunter dark path
I glimpse mandrakes in sparkling gleams
Orrery hymns swirl in sharp wrath—
Pristine splendor
I hope my tender truism teems
The delights of daylight might bathe
In aureate blooms and blest beams
Shades of lilac writhe through dark lath,
Hushing zephyrs, snuggle word-streams
Heart lilt, bearing proud thorns of cath—
Pristine splendor
.
back thuh butterfly
flutter'd
take'n notice uv
mine
flap
flap
flap
in thuh slow motion
her wingz
her thick
softly land'in
top mine dome
latch
unto thuh lock uv
mine tresses
flap
flap
flap
in slow motion
'side mine
hear
her wingbeat's
breeze
hover'n
mine thinks
I hear him through the speakers.
He wanders in my mind.
What have I done?
I have one broken chance left.
God, help me
Because I can’t see myself anymore.
A subtle whisper,
But not a zephyr.
Crackle, crackle.
“She is watching you.”
“You know she is using you.”
“Strike back.”
He decodes my reality.
The channels crack with vibrant energy.
“Nobody can hear us.”
What do you want from me?
“Just listen.”
God, help me.
He’s figured me out.
Be quiet. He’ll hear you. Don’t shout.
“He’s tuned you out, you see.”
God’ll hear me.
“But I’m here, so don’t worry.”
“Besides, I’m just burning with glee.”
But I signed a contract or two.
You did too, didn’t you?
That’s not the only thing you’re burning.
“What can I say?”
“Just get your hands a little dirty.”
“It’ll be oh so fun!”
Written: April 7, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
"Quote: We, like the moon, must go through phases of brightness and darkness, yet we survive. By Poet"
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In comfort, finest pearl, we tread,
sad times brighten with organic cheer.
Pledged love without pretentious fear,
hand in hand through the darkness led.
Sunset drawings on life's paintbrush grew,
Oasis revealed where dreams dwell deep.
Walk on a razor's edge with truths to seep,
Aspirations surged above the sky's hue.
The moon sailed on the velvet sky, and dust fell,
Eager song in Zephyr light, as solace, dwells.
Written, March 24, 2025
For Contest, Your Choice E sponsor, Brian Strand
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hands aegis
sculpting lullabies
cradling
warmed by
candlelight - wax
flesh
muscle
breath
zephyr
exhales
inaudible eulogies
exuding oxidation
of
turpentine
nectar
of
ebony &
onyx
varnishes in
liniment
to coddiwomple
fingers &
dactyls
tracking
ectoblastic
layers
labyrinth puddles
yen's fuel trigger
perspiring
bruised blooms
quivered reverberations
declining
blossom
obscured in
sunken strands
of
sprouts
&
burial site
effigy melting
Inside
silk gloves
The trees dressed in their carnival clothes
Gold and scarlet of the autumn days
They play about the earthy hues
Of boughs and boles
Proud flag of any sky
I take in the freshly calm air
With that hint of an earthly aroma
The fragrance of homeliness
Love is the splendour that mystifies me
A rainbow in the sky colours my mind
Rapture bosom in high-spirited glee
Blind by passion, beloved we enshrined
Romance, Zephyr on a hot humid day
Dawn of spring after each winter season
As butterflies draw toward flowers way
Lovers seek closeness for any reason
Amor, a warm bright light within our heart
Set ablaze or calmed at our partner’s touch
Twin flames share deeper connections by heart
True love grows yet stronger with time as such
Two souls entwine kin to fine tapestry
Soul mates share eternal love happily
With spring's blossoms replaced by early leaves,
The gentle zephyr sings a melodious tune.
All the trees sway in rhythm, as if in harmonious league,
While reeds and wild grass dance under the moon.
Newly planted petunias and pansies,
Unfurl petals each morning to greet the golden rays.
Zephyr collects the scent of jasmine and roses,
Spreading it through the universe in a graceful haze.
The song emanating from the heart's deep well,
Transmitted to a distant lover's ear.
The reflection of a thousand suns in lake ripples,
Creates a sight of beauty, so crystal clear.
Zephyr, the messenger of nature's symphony,
Carries melodies on wings of air.
Its presence, a gentle touch upon our souls,
Leaving serene feelings of its enchanting flair.
"Zephyr greets me with heavenly tidings midst torture of humidity." - by Poet
Breeze wafting blest peace
zephyr gently blows
serene news of grace
midst trials and tests
echoing triumph…
Air of gladness
zephyr breathes out
joyous delight
inspiring heart…
Calming soul
zephyr now
whispers hope*…
God gives
for sweet
rest.
*Romans 15:13 - Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.
April 24, 2024
1st place, "Zen, Zinnia, Zephyr Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/26/2024
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