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Lena Smith Carter Poem
The drinks were brought before us,
The rusty pretzels dangle,
Tonight we were exquisitely attired,
Long silk threads and spangles!
Tablecloths in toasty ecru,
Flowers floating in water,
Candle holders lending light,
Loose sparkles; no bother!
The band was playing soothingly,
Strings kissing the atmosphere,
Black and white piano keys,
Spreading music, without peer!
Without a perfect spotlight or
Other prominent disclosure,
They entered, sat, and ordered
Something fruity, perhaps ambrosia!
The splits of champagne followed,
They chatted, giggled, and pranced,
The rustle of their dresses,
Caught our attention, as they danced!
Through glints of light
When they returned,
We watched their coming in awe,
Very sure of what we’d see: So attractive!
We dropped our jaws!
As each of their dress folds fell,
Red and green satin covered by lace,
We adjusted our ties and realized,
How elegant their taste!
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She’s asleep and does not hear
The creaks and shuffles entering in,
Corners stand in contrast to
The figures moving ‘round.
Darkness is a bleak covering for
eyes covered and enshrouded,
Stealthily they stand in shadows,
Plotting their misdeeds.
Slowly turning from the depth
Of sleep which surrounds,
Ill attuned to her physical world,
Unlimited dreamscapes soaring.
Is she alive? Did they leave?
She never heard or saw it coming,
How still she lay, statuesque
And scantily clad.
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Parades in progress, coaches appear, and
Black-plumed horses dance,
They raise their heads and velvet blankets
Toggle as they prance!
The queen appears, the king is dead,
The servants gather ‘round,
Coronation appurtenances all arranged,
How deftly they confound!
The scepter raised, the ring is donned,
Quiet falls like dew,
Amidst the crowds colors blush
In very muted hues.
Born to this occasion,
He stands with glittering crown,
His subjects and the common court
Are gently kneeling down!
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Rise slowly from eastward, O western setting sun! Blaze
Anew! Get up, swell the human spirit says
Your constant companion moon of days,
Lending wonder to cardinals, chickadees and ‘jays
Who constantly concertize and amaze
Passersby who are in awe of the glaze
Of glory you send! The laze
Of summer creeps upon the landscape, pays
A visit with the promise of ways
To leisurely wind our maze
Through vines tightly wound and gaze
Upon seashore, sand, and plum trees which raise
Our thoughts to delightful eating pleasures; a craze
Of oranges, cinnamons, and chocolates; sways
On breezes, lightly dancing across a phase
Of the setting sun; with piercing yeas
I cheer, settling on her face, the autumnal haze
Reflecting in counterpoint to raze
Prior passages and issue nays!
Recreate browns and grays
Metamorphosizing to new clays!
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Mindless anomalies!
Bantering comments!
Hurtful dispositions!
Obstructed vision!
Through the ages men have brought
Their teachings to the fore,
They ruminate and contaminate
Posterity all the more.
Angry visages and angrier words,
Poison to the souls,
That lurch and quiver, tremble, teeter,
Stretched to opposite poles!
The natural state exemplifies good,
The opposite engenders hate,
And in the scheme of exposure,
Perchance: Hades gate?
Born without a worry,
Born without a care,
The legacy they will incur
Conspicuous in their forebears!
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Not unseasonable in its arrival,
Not untimely in this place,
Not unfortunate in appearance,
Not unguarded in the race.
Socrates and Shakespeare brought a language
Only experience can understand,
Flowing phrases, stories bounding
As if guided by a hand.
Bach and Handel raised a note,
To communicate and then,
It took Beethoven to complete the cycle
Almost on a whim!
Genius lacks the sensibility
To engage the common thought,
But connects us all so deeply,
Does not really lack for nought.
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Fleeting rainstorms arouse a scent of natural
redolence.
Lightning reminds us of its power,
Thunder cracks our ears in remembrance of scary
childhood sounds
And emotions run as deep as the crack of a
tsunami.
We are carried along, swiftly raised,
As if by tidal wave and lowered. . .
Then taken again, as if by whirlwind,
To higher heights! Only to be returned
By the swirls of an eddy!
Tornadoes, typhoons, hurricanes, all,
Thrash water upon the shores
To remind me of your passage
Through these encompassing limbs!
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Utterances called upon,
To clarify emotions often unidentified,
And denied.
I expound, delighting
in
the
flow
of
words
tantalized
by
delicious
emotions,
Awed by the resonance reverberating wall-to-wall,
Wary of crisp consonantal conspicuity
Precisely placed and aptly rolled off tongues
To titivate the attendant following!
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Summer sand and hillside dirt,
Accumulating easily;
Climbing high in oak and pine tree,
Sitting only occasionally.
Wishes, many never granted,
Touching stars, sailing clouds,
Riding sunbeams, chasing raindrops,
Imagine out loud!
What would Saturday bring?
Would rings and chains be needed,
Swirly skirts and thigh-length tees,
Tams and scarves re-beaded.
Necklines plunge, arms are bare,
Appearances are neat,
Bejeweled combs, glittering bracelets,
Sunshine on my feet!
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Summer days, meals-a-plenty,
Mystical playmates gathering gently
their wares to return another day to
share again in magnified dreams of elegant castles,
Caught on unknown cliffs
with vast green expanses celebrating life,
play, intrigue, and fun!
Days fly, nights fly,
Everyday I try
to keep light touches of
Years gone by to amplify,
My present thoughts of why
these scenes are nigh;
Enshrouded in tulle-like coverings
projecting childhood images,
Leaving the mind clear,
focused on the unimaginable
of long winters leading to opulent springs!
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