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Carole Cookie Arnold Poem
Magniloquent words of
an empurpled writer.
Where lofty, yet showily expressed
words make details brighter.
Concise, rhetorically composed
words made solely for an effect.
Causing pithy comments to draw
a picture, for readers to connect.
The complexion and pigment of colorful
words then meld into a spectral light.
Blended with the authors passion
for the topic, causing both to ignite.
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Smooth white sands
blow across the dune
Distant notes from a
banjo floats into a tune.
Ancient ironweed graces
the desert with vibrant color
As sunset beckons for twilight
to be evenings romantic caller.
Beach peas and daisies grow
between cliffs of living stone
Stand embellished fig trees
on seeded winds were flown.
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Written with a shimmer of color
floating on an iridescent feather.
Titillates the plateau of ones senses
on aromatic breezes of white heather.
first three have definitions to words in each stanza
center three stanza's and last are examples of
expression relative to the first three.
Carole Cookie Arnold
2009
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Carole Cookie Arnold Poem
The Golden Inkwell
I place a pulse inside my words
Stepping stones to the heartbeat of life
Like a canvas swiveling with colors
Dr. Rams words are better than gold
Sugarcane sweetens your tongue
Scented jasmine engulfs your space
Creations of imagery alive with light
Dr. Rams words are better than gold
As he reads with a total openness
Absorbing words that we have penned
Walking together across the page, we blend
Dr Rams words are better than gold
Accepting a writer experiencing the moment
He truthfully reveals the quality of their work
He encourages everyone to dig deeper
Dr. Rams words are better than gold
Carole Cookie Arnold
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Crystal Cup
of Flair
The
world judges another
by what they own
Fancy jewels, clothing,
cars and spacious homes.
They
choose leaders born
of arrogance and strife
Following them into
wars and destructive lives
Many
categorize a person's
life through opinions
Created through jealousy
they follow them like minions
Judge
not or you will be
judged by your own decree
Using another as a stepping
stone renders your life in debris
Richness
of a person is revealed
by the quality of their heart
The flow of loving kindness and
honesty in the mercy they depart
Humility
and a gentle spirit
that nurtures another's soul
One who gives willingly
unconditional love that freely
flows
This
person is rich beyond
all earthly realms
Bearing such a pure love
against evil, it overwhelms
I
would rather be
seen as Tupper ware
Then tagged a crystal
cup of flair
Carole Cookie Arnold
2010
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Beauty Calls
Soaring on the melody of a meadow lark
Bathing in a whippoorwills love sonnet
Slumbering to the soothing coo of doves
Under my nightlight made from the stars
Cool is the night, safe is my bed
In the hands of the old oak, I rest
All of the night sleeps in silence
A voice in itself that is loud
Dawn will lift her countenance
A peek, a look then a smile
Warming our day with a new hope
And a dewy kiss of revival
Ribbons of color inhabit our vision
Saplings begin to stretch in growth
Caretakers rise early to till and water
Blooms bare their full faces toward the sun
Sadly too many miss this miracle
Caught up in life’s daily grind
Take but a moment, watch a day birth
Know that it breaks anew just for you
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Carole Cookie Arnold
02/10/2011
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Arms of Winter
The heart of winter
Blooms with the beauty
Of springtime below
The countenance of humanity
Blooms in vibrant colors
Born from goodness
Nature’s seedling flourishes
Inside the warmth of one’s soul
As it does on the earth
To you the flowers
Grow upon this earth
Like sunshine and waterfalls
Revealing our worth
Carole Cookie Arnold
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The splash of her teardrop upon his cheek
kisses of a mother frail and weak.
His sobbing little sister leans in to say goodbye
why did you leave us, your to young to die.
A stepfather holds back the floods of grief
My son I will miss you our time was so brief.
He guards his emotions to stay strong for his wife
secretly he hides to cry over the loss of this young life.
Shadows of yesterday haunt their heavy minds
They turn off the lights and close the blinds.
Silence fills the room as two parents embrace
sitting where their son passed now just empty space.
Numbed by shock they sat and starred
accepting reality they both found themselves scared.
Yesterday ravaged, tomorrow was full of sorrow
Today each step we take helps heal us for tomorrow.
This is not an easy path for death has left it's mark
for now our vision still seems so very dark.
But after we weep we will rise once more
rising from the ashes, pushing away from deaths door.
There is a grand design we have yet to see
One, only our son could fulfill you see.
When the storm passes we will see God's reason
we survivors find healing through the grieving season.
My Son Scott
1967-2008
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Winter Season of Life
The brevity of the night aches
My pain is cold and empty
Long are the nights alone with suffering
Before me is a path only I can travel
I lift my arms to you oh God in praise
As a small child you have always carried me
Through fires engulfed in your powerful love
As a visible extension of my Fathers grace
Death is a destiny that no one likes to speak of
Pain has a way of forcing a spirit down to its lowest ebb
It garbles the mind torturing the soul of the one who bears it
There is pain in life as well as joy, love and happiness
Death renders sorrow of loss; during the winter of life
Birth is your spring youth becomes your summer
Autumn is your adulthood into the cycles of life
These seasons keep the earth majestically growing
Make every season devoted to helping others grow
In the perpetual legacy of heritage we leave behind
A map of do’s and don’ts to bring success to our heirs
That will carry on long after we are gone
The sting of death resides with the survivors left behind
Grieving is part of life’s heartbeat, although it is bitter
The appointment is unavoidable and a necessary event
For the rebirth of all things to come
Remember…
Loved ones live on through
Our memories
Carole Cookie Arnold
March 2011
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Sounds
A fire truck whisks by sounding
Like a wailing woman grieving
As squeals from the train tracks
Spit flaming sparks from its wheels
I sat down on the porch swing
Listening for life’s melody
Children laughing in the house
Put a smile across my face
Rebellious stallions down the road
Getting closer by the sound of their hoofs
A banjo strumming for a barn raising
Has left lingering notes in the air
An old cart comes by pulled by a mule
A man yells “Rags and Old Iron” for pick up
The air is so busy I swore I could hear
The greening grass growing beneath my feet
Then the oven buzzer went off
My bread is done I will listen
Again another day for the wind
Chimes to beckon me to the porch
Carole Cookie Arnold
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Frank H
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Char- Sun
On the night of the charred sun a male child is born
The Indians called the harvest Moon a charred sun
This became the child’s name as he grew in wisdom
He was not a warrior he was born to be a healer
Char sun grew into a very strong spiritual man
When he was small, a white man had given him a flute
He told Char sun if he learned to play it, sweet music would arise
All of nature’s living things would come to sit at his feet
He would sneak off into the woods for hours at a time practicing
One night Char sun saw the same Moon he was born under
A voice began to speak to him and a fire entered him
The voice told him to play your gift will lead you
His fingers flew across the flute and the music was sweet
Coming from the forest were the deer, squirrels, eagles and bears
The rest of the tribe heard the music and began pouring into the forest
Curious about where the sweet music was coming from and why
Arriving upon such as seen the chief bent down and knelt on one knee
The remainder of the tribe slowly dropped one by one to their knees
For Char sun has become the holy man within the tribe
The animals that follow him carry the spirits of our ancestors
The chief stands to his feet and declares “This night Char sun
Has become our holy man called by the great king of the sky
The song of their tribe began to rise, paying homage to the king
Our winters will be fruitful and our land will prosper cried the chief
Char son was born to guide us into the holy lands
Each warrior here will follow and protect him
The buffalo will run and our bellies will be full
Our time of famine has been broken through the gift
Of
Char sun
Carole Cookie Arnold
Constance La France’s Contest
Tell His Story
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Billy Buttons
under the
Celery Pines
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Billy Button's downy foliage
Burst open with large gold blooms.
Midst thousands of dandelion's green
Above, celery pines tip their plumes.
Grasslands wave contently in the fields
Missouri golden rods climb the hill.
Broom beard grass and buffalo clover
Send subtle earthy scents, cross my sill.
Mulberry's beckoning to the blue ash,
Creeping soft grass hides the jasmine crepes.
Water pond seeks dry nooks and crannies
As nature swags her majestic drapes.
All of nature is alive and full of romance
Kissed by morning dew she opens her buds
Her long silky fingers rustle all to wake
Bejeweling earth in vibrant colored studs.
Carole Cookie Arnold
2010<>
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