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Mary Bannister Poem
Hide night air from my scent, if you dare.
Hide breathtaking scenes from my view.
Do not hide from me your eyes.
Do not hide the twinkle within,
the unvoiced laughter that gladdens my heart,
the harmonious song that happily
pours forth from those windows,
quiet like sunshine anointing
poppies in a field,
as they raise their heads to kiss the sky.
Do not hide the magnetic allure,
the crease of your eyes that narrows and smiles
a special meaning just for me,
a patient softness that blankets and protects,
drowning out the static around.
My days review
the pain and bias of the world,
as war’s impulse always beats away,
and so frequently life’s echoes
pays homage to sinister mediocrity.
But when I look into your eyes,
the clouds depart and joy bids farewell to gloom,
as chocolate reservoirs invite me in,
and I enter eagerly and willingly,
sampling each delicious, delectable morsel.
My precious one,
the darkest shadow is not forceful enough
to overpower the warmth and intensity
of those mesmerizing pools.
Timeless lights enlighten my life,
day and night
tingling every part of me,
and I savor the tenderness
of your eyes.
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Mary Bannister Poem
Fallen needles soften passage into the forest.
Precise footsteps beckon her to him,
Like a portrait of symmetry in motion.
A kaleidoscope discloses awe-inspiring beauty,
As sunlight freckles tease fluttery fronds,
And stillborn dew splashes spongy mounded moss.
The green velvet becomes denser
With miniature outdoor terrariums,
Everywhere you look.
A grand opening welcomes a multiplicity of fauna,
Bustling about in the spectacle of day,
Urgently amassing essential ingredients,
For survival and sanctuary.
And in the distance a soothing sound-
A babbling brook,
An incessant talker,
Trekking with his daytime comrade-
The dogged sun,
Laughing with his pal-
The luminous moon,
An egotistical lover who can’t keep,
His vanity in check,
As time and time again he returns,
To glean his wondrous reflection,
In the crystal, clear, midnight waters.
And amidst this beauty,
A kiss is shared between her and him.
Not just any kiss,
For this is not just any place.
They have been transported
To a chamber of serenity
Where birds’ songs thankfully know,
No limit to jubilation and pleasure.
The kiss has been fueled by unspeakable splendor,
Christened with peace and appreciation,
Escalating and deepening the passion,
Between her and him.
A matchless kiss-
A Kiss in the Forest!
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Day peppered
With expectant hope for tomorrow
Meanders each angle and crook
A thrusting inferno igniting
Dormant banks of bordering crags
Unimagined prospects
And you are part of me
Like wave to sea
Night exposed
With starry expectation for another hour
Reaches each slant and abode
A tranquil warmth soothing
Troubled speculation of familiar sores
Harsh ordeals
And you are part of me
Like branch to tree
Reflection paused
With contemplative time for revival
Fuels each dreamer and recipient
An electrifying perfection arousing
Prospective seeds
And you are part of me
Like smile to glee
Fear suspended
With risky interjections of frightful flashes
Regurgitates each memory and thought
A calculating bandit devastating
Priceless gifts
And you are part of me
Like hive to bee
Faith directed
With feverish pitch of expectant revolutions
Reinforces each likelihood and opportunity
A stirring defense of former magnificence
Smiling déjà vu
And you are part of me
Like lock to key
You are part of me
As moon swaps place
With sun each day
With a tender promise
To always stay
You are part of me
In every way!
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Swirls of shaded patina,
Harmonizing together,
Soften severity of life.
A parade of leaves,
Green frond-like flecks,
Spellbound flutters in the wind,
Tickle nearby pools,
As these aquamarine beauties,
Deceive each passing manifestation.
Bold ebony definition,
Screaming for attention,
Draws awareness to the dimensions within.
Stark reality destroying fragile illusions,
Leave painful mementos behind.
Specks of ivory dappled skies,
Provide temporary castles in the heavens.
Shimmering, dazzling buoyancy
Pick us back up one more time.
Muted gray silhouettes disguise the truth,
As hidden secrets remain unusually silent.
Purgatory in midair!
An undulation back and forth
With an ambiguity -knocking us over.
Focused vibrant similes,
Captivating and amusing,
Profound, flamboyant interpretations,
Sustaining suspense
Catch us totally off guard: vulnerable.
Contradicting prior perceptions!
Crying tinges running away with the honor,
Of being noticed first,
Stop all reflection,
Clarifying once and for all
What is genuine, what is false.
A beautiful permutation
Whisking us off,
Yet homecoming us
To the inevitable.
The painting
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In my world there is a perfect love.
In my world there is a perpetual sun.
Come to me.
Look for the incandescent moon,
blossoming into full radiance,
casting sheen to the sky of night.
Smell the delectable pungency of cedar,
canopying the forest floor,
softening your footsteps.
Taste the salty spray of the ocean’s vapor,
spewing its breath onto your pores,
embracing and uniting
you to me.
You will not have to look far,
for I am everywhere you tread.
I am part of you.
Come to me.
Together we will traverse the sparkle of night
and the brilliance of day,
on our magic carpet ride,
to peaks that soar and Vanish into the clouds,
to rivers rekindling our souls,
to sunsets ending life’s struggles.
Come to me.
Cherish a terrifying peace,
appearing almost surreal, at first,
but as time passes,
spring’s reassurance beams upon us,
and we realize the flower has bloomed
to give both pleasure and beauty,
so we accept the rendered gift,
and our bond is immortalized.
Come to me.
What are you waiting for?
Yes- you are the one I love,
precious one, man of verse and inspiration.
Come to me.
The struggle is inevitable.
Yes, life will be hard’.
But come to me,
and I will love you,
as you have never known.
Come to me.
Savor the breadth of life:
Lullaby of cicada, lamenting summer heat-
proverbial chorus,
Honeysuckle tendrils, riddling the air-
scented perfume,
Prismatic snowflakes, waltzing the wind-
amazing spectacle,
Whippoorwills welcoming dawn of day-
enthralling reverberation,
Curtains of fog, kissing the earth-
haunting scent,
Stair casing trees, stroking the heavens-
exhilarating grandeur.
Come to me.
Discover enduring love.
True love!
Come to me.
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My son is at war, so far from our home
He left this sweet haven to places unknown
Seeing his face in a photo so near
Knowing he’ll be gone at least for a year
And the great USA plays games with my head
As I move like a puppet on a string made of lead
Oh how I wish that damn phone would just ring
Hearing that laugh would make my heart sing
Hoping to catch the sound of his voice
Knowing again that this was his choice
To go off and fight in this far away land
Was somehow his destiny and part of the plan
My soldier boy
He left in the chill of a brisk winter day
I remember his tears; time whisked him away
And the hug that I gave him was long and it clung
Oh on that day how the bitter wind stung
I felt I was waging my own war of strife
But the picture was gigantic- larger-than-life
My soldier boy
He wrote me last week and I heard his sweet love
And I thanked once again my God from above
He is safe and he is somehow so remarkably tough
But his words told the truth; he’s had quite enough
And I felt a tear cascade down the side of my cheek
As I remembered his time as a child playing hide’n’go seek
My soldier boy
He told me his innocence is gone -that he’s seen way too much
And I just longed to hold him and needed his touch
But instead I wrote that I loved him forever
And that his life would someday be hopefully better
I told him to stay safe and ever so strong
And my soul felt a stab as my words moved along
He is always in my mind and deep in my heart
I thanked him again for doing his part
My soldier boy
He’s still a young boy who’s grown up too fast
With the insight and strength he’s had to amass
He’s my pride; he’s my joy
He’s my soldier boy
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Hour arrived,
Proclaiming first light,
As a shower of mellow sunbeams
Smiled on the foundation laid
For the structure of the man.
And he began to ascend.
Time fused together
An empirical patchwork,
Mirroring the passage of pain and joy,
And slowly and meticulously
Each part melded together,
As a solidarity formed,
And his very existence
Was tested,
As each piece of the puzzle
Fit into place.
And he stood invincible.
Highways ventured off
To ambiguous tributaries,
Triggering decisions to snap into place
And simultaneously causing consequences,
As he played the game of life.
Taking more risks,
He constantly hoped
All would be well,
But a shadow started to form in his mind.
And he wondered why.
The threshing of the merciless hammer
Sank to the bottomless pit of his heart,
And he postponed action for awhile,
As his shell showed the wear and tear
Of his sorrow.
Fine lines, weaker eyes, grayed hair
Landscaped his outward show,
Yet he still found laughter
In roundabout places.
And he pondered more.
Reality unhurriedly and deliberately crept in,
And the bitter truth hit him hard.
A barren emptiness pierced his structure.
Try as he may
To make it go away,
It stood its ground,
As a formidable foe,
Reigning in its scheming majesty,
As it devoured him whole.
And he trembled.
On auto drive,
Days and nights became one,
As a robotic sameness
Mocked and tormented him,
Engulfing his dreams and his hopes
For happiness and purpose.
He forgot about all the exciting possibilities
And relegated himself to a solitary confinement,
As the fissure widened.
And he suffered.
Out of the blue,
Fresh blueprints renovated his perception,
As reinforcement seemed inevitable-
Ready to strengthen his original splendor.
He liked the design
Because it reminded him of his original plan
Of magnitude
Of dignity
Of respect.
And he accepted the proposal.
Layers of veneer removed,
Revealing the beautiful pattern
Still buried within but not lifeless,
And the lights switched on,
As everyone saw who he truly was.
Admiration exceeded even his wildest imagination
As all who passed
Could not help but notice the change from within.
And he stood tall once again.
As everyone marveled
At the beautiful structure of the man
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