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The Chair Lift

I slide in the chair as it begins to rise.
Legs hanging with heavy feet,
Bang them together, watch falling snow.
Brisk wind hits my face turning red.
The metal cold and wood wet,
Holding my poles dangling skis,
Nose gets numb during the ascent.
The view surreal I feel so blessed,
See them push off at the top.
Just in time I jump off
Then glide through dusty snow.

By: Greg Stanley


Submitted into Brian Strand's "Upto Sixteen lines" Contest

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I Found a Leaf

I was walking through the forest
Saw a leaf on the ground
It looked discolored and tattered
Exhausted and dreary
So I turned it over
Was so colorful and bright
So fresh and brilliant too
I began to wonder
Why it landed that way
Or had it changed over time
I then looked at all the other leaves
So many dim and lacking color
I began to turn them all over
Until there was a golden glow
With brilliant reds mingled through
I felt so much better
And became revived
As I discovered this is the way
To start the New Year


By: Greg Stanley
December 23,2011

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Here I Lie Dreaming of You

Here I lie dreaming of you,
Taken from me so many years ago,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.

Your glistening eyes of cobalt blue,
Illuminates the night of fallen snow.  
Here I lie dreaming of you,

Velvety hair shimmering through  
Moonlit forest, a golden glow,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.	

Why did you break my heart in two?  
And why did you have to go? 
Here I lie dreaming of you,

My eyes shut and I suddenly knew,	
We’ll soon rejoin in the eternal flow, 
It’s the only thing I have left to do.	

My time has passed, and my life through, 
Angels take me to our final plateau.
Here I lie dreaming of you,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.


Lost Love 
Written by: Greg Stanley
January 12, 2012

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My Last Wish

The paper sits in front of me… what do I say
I’m leaving this world, can’t see another day
Do I start with thanks
Do I end with goodbye
With each stroke my heart writes red
Perhaps it’s time for me to lie in bed
Will it be war
Will it be peace
I think of my friends I once had
And now so many gone… how sad	
They had no choice
They had to go 
The red ink now states my final desire
And explains in detail the friendly fire
They need to know
They need to act
What happened here was not our fault
And they will cover up the assault.

Then there is a tap on my shoulder
She’s dressed in white and a little older
She softly touches my check
And gives me an enticing wink
Who is this person, I thought
She spoke in a whisper… let’s go for a walk
She smiled and held out her hand
I shook my head, I don’t understand
You will find the truth and it will be clear
And remember you have nothing to fear
For all the red will be replaced with blue
You will feel no pain after you pass through
We are going to a place far from your birth
I’ve heard that some… even call it Earth.

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The Tiger and the Zebra

They can be seen through the bars and behind the glass
Some have fancy patterns and others with stripes
They run and hide so they can’t be seen
If you get too close they can get real mean
But they are irresistible, like a magnet to steel
So the people keep coming day after day
With their cameras and video devices
To make a memory for their friends to see
Some are exotic and others are erotic
Fun to watch in their native land
Others make you sad, wish to lend a hand
Everyone has their favorite posted on the wall
In books, computers, and cameras too
They seem to be everywhere for all to see
They thrive on attention and strive for fame
But now they’re cadged in their own little world
Without escape…  only left with their dreams
So they’re watched behind the glass or through the bars
Like a tiger… or a zebra

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The Four Seasons


Spring
rainy, rejuvenating
planting, growing, blooming
showers, flowers, gardens, picnics
playing, running, camping
warm, humid
Summer
muggy, tropical
traveling, sightseeing, exploring
sun, vacation, Halloween, leaves
raking, burning, harvesting
windy, colorful
Autumn
brisk, pleasant
baking, canning, storing
pies, Thanksgiving, Christmas, stockings
shopping, visiting, giving
snowy, pristine
Winter
miserable, unbearable
freezing, snowing, isolating
cabin, icicles, buds, inception
melting, awakening, flourishing
delightful, beautiful
Spring


By: Greg Stanley

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Baby To Adult


Baby
adorable, lovable
crying, crawling, nursing
angel, sprout, toddler, teen,
cunning, deceiving, lying
thoughtless, reckless,
Adult

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Money

Money
Creates power.
Buying, selling, hoarding
Society then destroyed by
Wealth.



By: Greg Stanley
Written December 17,2011
For Contest: 5 ~ 8 Line Poetry / Any Theme
Sponsored by Rick Parise

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Cleaning My Refrigerator

I was asked one day to clean my fridge,
Too much clutter, dust, and grime,
I’ve never had fun doing this,
But it must be done from time-to-time.

I’m always amazed at what I see,
All the items hidden away,
Some are scary, some are ugly
Even disgusting I would say.

But now it’s time to start the task,
Go through each item one-by-one,
She will not be satisfied
‘till all is cleaned and the projects done.

Well, what have I found here? 
This is one I forgot,
I shut my eyes and sensed,
It has begun to rot.

I reached in far to the back,
To remove the smelly waste,
My head began to hurt,
The bulk felt like paste.

How long had it been there,
And ‘wow’ it made a mess,
Would a little bit remain,
And leave me in distress.

As I look in the cracks and corners,
More and more I could see,
How long was this going to take,
How clear would my head be.

You see each week I talk to one,
And she tells me what to do,
“Go home clean your refrigerator.”
She says,
The past is gone… room for the new.

By:  Greg Stanley
Entered in: Anything Poetry Contest
12/8/2011

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Caterpillar To Butterfly


Caterpillar
Segmented, Colorful
Crawling, Nibbling, Hiding
Larva, Cocoon, Wings, Freedom
Fluttering, Landing, Pollinating
Pristine, Delicate
Butterfly



By: Greg Stanley
For Brian’s “Sixes and Sevens” Contest