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T.L. Drover Poem
Gracefully falling
Crystals of pure perfection
No two are alike.
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Pregnant buds on a barren tree
Explode
Into a pale pink cloud
The delicate scent whispers in the
Chill spring air
And then
Pinpricks of green
Amongst the rosy blossoms
Bright, vibrant,
The electric colour of
Rebirth, new life
Look below,
Littered on the ground
Like a bridal procession
Recently triumphed past
A collage of discarded petals
As they plummet they are
Quickly replaced with
The more resilient leaves
Of Spring’s awakening.
This moment, so perfect
When all converge in one
And she wears her
Many faceted cloak.
Resplendent, luxurious
Is there anything more
Sublime
Than a cherry tree
In April?
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Leaves crunch underfoot
Savour the sweet scent of fall
Rainbows on the ground
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Fear fear fear
Lessons from yesterday haunt -
demand from tomorrow looms.
No way to escape.
Today is saturated in anxiety.
Anger anger anger
Frustration over inequality.
Malicious throughts cross my mind.
Lashing out in bitter words
because I have no power over this.
Love love love
More than anything you are mine.
Through it all, good and challenging.
Now may be a struggle - yet -
no matter what we have each other.
Copyright © T.L. Drover | Year Posted 2011
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For The Summer is Over Haiku contest:
Sunsets come early
Leaves fade and begin to fall
Too soon summer flees
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I see you
and
WHAM
insides twisting
heart racing
everything spirals out of control.
Jealousy spews its
emerald poison through
my heightened veins.
Longing and loathing
are equal partners in
my extreme discomfort.
It's not hate -
not quite -
but an aversion that seems
to know no bounds.
The sight of your
face fills me with
envy
disgust
and
maybe just a little
desire.
Desire for friendship
for your attention
for your approval.
In the hopes that it might
calm the tumultuous churning
of my soul.
I yearn for peace that
seems so hard to grasp;
to best you, to be you
either way I want to
conquer you
so you can no longer flaunt
your existance
over my meager self.
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(This is for the LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE Poetry Soup Contest)
Letting go
Inside my heart
Venting sadness
Enticing a fresh start
Looking ahead
Anticipating a fight
Until the future
Grabs me tight
Happiness is waiting
Like a beckoning hand
Only I must reach out with
Veracity, and take a stand
Excitement waiting for a place to land
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In my life so wonderful
I have many, many blessings
To share with you, a few this day
Though many I am missing.
Life!
Love!
Learning!
My family...and most of all...
My husband.
My home - so full of life
My garden - lush and vibrant
My job - my livelihood
My city - thriving and dynamic
Health - it allows me to enjoy the rest!
Opportunities for growth (they are everywhere)
My ability for self expression
My desire for knowledge
The safety I enjoy,
Living in my bountiful country
The food in my kitchen
The clothes in my closet
My flaws - they make me unique and interesting
My attributes - they balance out the flaws
And finally, most of all,
Thankful for
Who I am and the life I live...
A great blessing indeed!
(This is my entry for the Count Your Blessings poetry contest)
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February 16, 2010
Raindrops glisten on the trees,
Sparkling in the morning sun
Soft, sweet spring air –
Is it truly February?
Gentle little Crocuses, purple and pink
Awake so early, so brave, so eager!
A few towering Daffodils shining yellow
Stand proudly, daring winter’s touch
This year no whooshing down
Inviting slopes iced in white
Treks through crunchy snow replaced
With soggy walks in fields of green
Cherry blossoms exploding into
Dazzling pink before our eyes
Where has Jack Frost gone we wonder?
For we see no sign of him.
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What does it mean
‘inherit the world’
To receive on a silver platter
Our parent’s throwaways
Mountains of Styrofoam
Drenched with acid rain
Soon the only trees will be
On display in glass cases
‘Take this world and make it better’
They throw us the torch
But the flame is gone
Already extinguished
They want us to revolutionize
To recreate the fervor or the sixties
But don’t they realize –
We are the same as them.
We will smoke ourselves
Into a stupor
We will lose our
Youthful optimism
And sell out, drive miatas
Look to our children
As a means to our salvation
How can you change a world
Caught in a cycle of
Vision fading into desire
It is an impossible challenge
To slow the disintegration of
Our revolving orb –
To make the world a better place,
For our children,
But
I am full of youth and vigor
I have boundless, groundless faith
I will take up the torch
And relight it
I will finish what I start.
Death will be the only obstacle
I will not overcome.
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