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Lena Smith Carter Poem
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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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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Concern for the edges of a crystal vase,
The pearls around a frame,
Sounds received in this my space
Of elemental jazz.
Can elegant enshrouding
Calm the jittery soul?
Wrapping, encircling, swaddling chiffon,
Brings luxuries untold!
Attitude aloof!
Silent stars reveal,
The ever-changing swings and mood
And atmosphere surreal.
Glide within the prescribed arcs,
Sit with majesty!
Rise again! O aloof one
Devoid of tragedy!
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Fortune, fame, fortitude reign,
But draw not the tame-spirited
From their lofty perch
As distinction never clouds the space
Claimed to trace the paths of attraction!
Calm, drawn subliminally over intervals,
Graced by desire and formed in fascination
Of ponderous depths!
A quality born of ancestral lingerings,
Buried sweetnesses,
Perceived prissiness,
Beauty of a privet and convergence
Of shades, shadows, textures
Becomes an almost civet-scented incantation.
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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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