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Best Poems Written by Lisha Nasipak

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The Stream

I came upon a small and narrow stream
where there was a continuous flow.
Its liquid sounds were fresh and light
and played music in my ears.

 Its current ran from high to low
gaining speed as it traveled on.
Over rocks, and valleys I saw it move
as it picked up speed along the way.

Gravity being the stream’s master,
pushed it farther and farther still.
By the time it reached its destination, 
it was gushing a symphony of music.

The music went from light and free
to sounding astounding and abounding
till all around could here it’s song
surrounding us loud and clear. 

This runoff flowed with such grace
It made my heart race and pound
Ever greater with each movement
Till my heart was full and fluid too.

April 9, 2019
Intensity Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Julia Ward

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Dandelion Life

The dandelion, a broad-leaf perennial, 
life with very distinct stages.
Don’t confuse it with a biennial
cause this plant has five changes.

Seedlings made of yellowish leaves
form a basal rosette, oval in shape.
And as it ages the oval achieves
a very different kind of fate.

As the plant begins to mature,
the leaves transform with edges.
They are toothed and jagged for sure.
Come watch as it progresses.

Once the plant is mature enough,
it sits flat on the ground.
I know you’re waiting for the puff,
but it is nowhere to be found.

The roots are thick and strong,
and now it’s time for her to flower.
She stands tall with stem so long,
and a yellow flower will tower.

The fruit will form inside the yellow,
and is brown and yet quite small.
This is an elongated oval fellow,
with pappus white hairs overall.
So that’s the stages of her life,
the dandelion, a changing girl.
You waited patiently through all five, 
so blow real hard and watch ‘em whirl!

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Tulips

Tulips

Quietly
they stand
and tilt their
petaled heads
in search of 
brightly lit
swirling light
and dream
of sun kissed
days.

Their thoughts
go up and meet
the rays with 
hope of blooming
on this day.

First sign of spring
suspended for a moment
in the quiet of morning
and in secret recesses
of fertile soils.

Tulips whispering
Hope to the spring air, 
We are here,
We are here, 
We are here.

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Making Memories

We traveled far up the river on 
rafts made of paper and crayons.
Strange colors we favored for
flights far off in distant lands.

Afternoons of cookie crumbs 
spread across the living room floor.
We sped in cars of wax and putty
and knocked down green men of war.

In rockets made of wooden sticks
We were the first to land on mars.
We fought off monsters that transformed
And shot down all the stars.

We fought both the stars and wars
right alongside the dark night.
We dressed up Joe in army clothes
so he could stand up and fight.

We played with wheels that were hot
and matched up boxes on plastic tracks
so we could be the fastest driver
To ever run the track and back.

We spent our days together
spending time making memories.
They were the best I can remember
and now I’m 63.

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Mercy Sq

His mercy given for one so insignificant, 
a sinner small, you Lord the magnificent.
Showing mercy each and every day
for mistakes I’ve made along life’s way.

I the offender, not seeing your word clearly, 
you the divine, still loving me so dearly.
Looking over my sins, my faults and fears, 
you dear Lord, your love is so sincere.

Your blessings placed on this meager sinner, 
thank God your mercy ever lingers.
Brings me to my knees in awe of you, 
for your love and mercy see me through.

Your compassion, your forgiving attitude, 
Lord, I give you all my unworthy gratitude.
You see through my worldly façade, 
to bestow on me the merciful grace of God.

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Hillary

Hillary 
Mean, cold hearted, and calculating.
A socialist, self-serving wannabe.
Bill thinks she is emasculating
And to the office she is mockery.

Liar, liar, her pants on fire,
Corrupt and above the law.
I think she’s in it for the power
From her ticket she should withdraw.

Opponents question her credibility
And think she is a pathetic demon wench
She would just screw up our economy
And her lust for power would not be quenched.

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Take Flight

From his cage-
he looks up high
and watches planes
up in the sky-
as the smoke trails far behind…
and the sun shines in his eyes.

From his perch-
he sees birds in flight
and dreams that one day he just 
might-
fly with them out of sight…
Oh how he dreams he might.

From his seat-
he looks around
watches lizards scurry round
to and fro-
on the ground…
One day too he’ll jump around.

From this chair-
he’ll never leap,
but his mind thinks 
differently-
He sees himself running ‘bout….
Playing as he laughs and shouts.

His prison small-
meant to confine;
freed his mind for dreams sublime.
For he can fly-
at any time….
and feel the sun’s warmth as it shines.

He can fly-
farther and better
than birds in any weather
He can fly-
alone or flocked together…
even though to his chair he’s tethered.

For in his mind-
he walks upright
all the day and all the night
He knows- 
one day he just might…
rise from his chair and take flight.

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An Old Friend

Staring down at waters murky 
Under tattered aging timbers
My thoughts went back to the past
And the life that I remembered.

As I stood on those rustic boards
And looked all round about me
Came thoughts of life’s moments lost
And those things that would never be.

At times my heart was lost and restless, 
And life felt empty and so bare
The losses brought my way often felt
Much more than I could bear. 

I see the longing yet in my heart
It keeps passing through me still
My heart sad and ever restless, 
Although old, is yet strong willed.

The sadness will never leave me, 
And acceptance never take its place
And the sorrow of things I’ve lost
Will always leave its trace.

And I think of hours spent
On my tattered rough-hewn friend
Each slat bearing cares or sorrows, 
Calling me back yet once again.

As long as the bridge remains
And the muddy waters flow, 
As long as my heart holds sadness
The bridge will calm my woes.

Murky waters beneath a simple bridge,
I’m thankful I stopped by many days
And brought my thoughts along with me
To scatter along an old friend’s way.

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Rain In the Meadow

I wandered through the meadow fair
Where grasses green and sun did glare 
When suddenly the rain did come
A host of droplets one by one.

Waters pouring and soaking leaves
Branches dancing in cool breezes.
Continuously the drops fell in time
And stretched in never ending lines.

A wealth of droplets shining bright
A host of diamonds in shadowed light.
Drops that sprinkled as the milky way.
It rained and rained and rained that day.

Birds rushing to their shelters near
Singing, singing the rain is here.
Droplets by thousands at a glance
Moving, moving to their dance.

I wandered through the meadow green.
And the rain never stopped it seemed. 
I wondered where the sun did hide
Since all these drops had arrived.

I wondered if the rain would stop
Since on all things the drops did drop.
Continuously rain dropped and dripped
And then the wind began to whip.

I ran through the meadow fair
To escape the rain no time to spare.
When suddenly sun came out to play
And all the droplets hid away.