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Sea tides undulate
Salt saturates wide valleys
Fish leap helplessly
Seagulls laugh at moment’s spare
Desert sand surrounds
Lonely land mass residing
Brim with tourism
Festivals ignite the flame
Native culture dance
Parties prosper all around
Sun enlightens all
Skin tans from ash to brown dust
Reggae music blasts
Life turns to relaxation
This is paradise
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Majestic leaves, trees, and flowers surrounding
Each deep breath feels empowering
Daoism adheres to “all is one” and “one is all”
Instantly… all chalkboard writing vanishes, nothing else befalls
The road to the energy center unveils
Air flows through the lungs, everything else pales
Time itself seems to slow to a halt
Instinct dominates the other senses in a sudden assault
Opening a gateway to a serene dimension
Nourishing the soul, meditation stretches the tension
-M&M
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As life is created from her womb
Bountiful preparation is needed
Charisma, duty, and love
Develop the best care offered
Ecstatic for recording memorabilia
For such experiences occur only once
Given the opportunity to successfully grow
Home redefines as “elsewhere besides the abode”
Ill from separation
Joy still remains in the love connection
Kept in touch through messages of endearment
Life becomes more heartwarming
Mothers nurture endless dreams
*Since Mother's day is nearby, this poem is for all of the caring and devoted mothers out there!:)
-M&M
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Maiden of Mysteries
Her look delivers infinite inquiries
One mirror displays devilish ears
While the other depicts an angel with joyous tears
Pink, red, yellow and blue
All part of the personality crew
Does she have Hermes’s cunning?
The next action will be truly stunning!
With strength, she does not despair
Since her condition is quite rare
All of these mirrors make her unique
By combining into a magnificent physique
Like a present under a Christmas tree
You don’t know what’s inside until the wrapping frees
There is always a pleasant surprise
When meeting the Maiden of Mysteries
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Sitting on stage
The glare of the audience immobilizes my every move
Is there a way this paralysis will soothe?
The lights suddenly blare
Like a deer bathed in headlights
How can I escape from this radiant bear?
The conductor baton rises into the soundless air
Sweating, stammering, shivering
Will this be my final prayer?
The sound of an A fires from a clarinet
Bow on string, I imitate the shrill
This magical note seems to be my fever pill
A-D, D-G, A-E
Instrument seems in tune
But will this miniscule fact solve my problem soon?
As the chief baton swings side to side
Flickering images in my mind crash like a tsunami tide
Joy, Love, Hardship, and Harmony
Music conducted the opening to my passion ceremony
Fire ignites my being
Like bungee-jumping off a bridge
The words “Anything is possible!” now beaming
Like poetry, music is an art
Raw emotion strangles uniformity
Expression bears no limit
Creativity beats as our vital body part
*This poem is dedicated to a cure for stage fright (bless those poor souls)
-M&M
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A sapling restrained from its dirt prison
Wanting to sail across the vast seas
Yearning for liberation
Rain brew in the mighty sky
The little sapling endured valiantly
The sporadic growth of the sapling now on tie
Tempest devoured by the radiant sun
Absorbing nutrients from the sun’s jubilance
The days till maturity became none
The petals of the primrose began to blossom
A majestic scent pervaded the boundless air
The options veered from lean to awesome
Spain, Germany, Belgium, and France
Foreign mountains, towers, and customs
Now in sight from the blossom dance
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As the storm brews in the tenacious sky
One can only dream
When will the sun arrive?
Handicapped from planned pursuits
The chain from the shadows lurks
Wrapping around your being, all actions made mute
Sun, Savior, Liberator
When will you finally release these cuffs of confinement?
*I decided to write this one due to how Central Florida was stricken with a tornado warning yesterday. Sometimes, boredom is a good thing!:)
-M&M
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Pen on paper
The chisel wavers
The statue still headless
Construction remains motionless
Nose, eyes, and mouth still an enigma
Which facial feature shall play as the lead stigma?
Craft a smile on the blank slate
Or a whimpering frown on that cold state
Metaphor, theme, simile, and allusion
Selecting “e) all of the above” pangs lofty derision
Would “love” suffice
Or could “burning passion” be more precise?
As long as no thought comes to mind
Sitting here will turn into a crime
Is there any key to lock
The gate that leads to writer’s block?
*To all of my fellow poets whom suffered through this disease.:)
-M&M
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