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Best Poems Written by Sunlite Wanter

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On the Horizon

On the Horizon

My limbs and leaves are trembling
My green days of shade and blue shadow near gone,
For on the near horizon lies
The first cold flail of fall.

To compensate, my Maker made 
My edges to wondrously curl and color
Dipping and spiraling as butterflies,
‘Ere I am browned and blown
To the ground.

I remember when I raised my head
After dark winter’s bitter gales,
Stretching my arms and blossoming,
And being caressed in warm sun, adored.

From that gracious beginning adulation,
Rich maturity and pride were mine,
My limbs grew long and reached strong,
Higher and higher to the sky.

From days fast passing, I must then bid farewell
Grandly with gold, blazing red and orange
To let winter have its hibernate way
As I Leave this short life behind

And pray for one more.

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The Song of a Blind Man

The blind man held his tin cup;
Bewildered was he as he felt
Slippery hands on his own
The cup getting heavy as he knelt.

A voice said “That’s the last of it.
All my pennies from 2001.
It’s now your very own property,
I want you to have some fun.”

The blind man’s eyes started flowing.
He didn’t want to take the child’s money,
He said “I can carve you a whistle,
Come tomorrow and we’ll play it, Sonny”.

Sonny came back on the morrow;
The blind man lived up to his word.
Together they played like snake charmers;
Soon by a producer were heard.

Their recordings are renown in the country,
But that’s not the important conclusion.
The blind man had a new son, and Sonny
Had a father to guide him through teen confusion.

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Maundy Thursday

MAUNDY THURSDAY

The Upper Room was hushed that night,
 	As frightened friends supped their last as one.
Shoving back the morrow
	When their leader would be gone.

This is my body—broken for you;
	You are my beloved—take my blood, too.
Do this and as oft as you do it,
	Do it in remembrance of me.

	(A shipman shivered on a night-long watch
	The night was warm, but he was not.
	“There is a horror in the air breathed he.)

And for you I will go to the tree.
	For you, I will give all of me.

	(Outside somewhere across the world
	A bird stopped singing, dropped its head,
	And curled its wings under in a roosting pose.)

Did he know—did he really know
He would rise again and live
He has surely faithed it so!
And with body trembling but heart obedient.
     He would go.

	(And in the distance a cobbler nailing
	Finished his last shoes for the day.)

My soul screams, He silent cries!
	By what decree must it be
That I must lie upon a tree and nailed be,
	Beaten by the throng—I have done no wrong!
Have You forsaken me—here in my Gethsemane?

	(If you can listen, you can hear a
	Mother’s lullaby song.)

Father, you chose me for this desperate task
	That they may all know Love at last.
Thy will be done.
	As We are One.

	(The feverish earth turns, dances, sings, sails, nails,
	Rocks without eyes – without ears – it spins on.)

Easter is not yet.

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The Serial Detective

The Serial Detective

I turned the last page,
It is time to say “goodbye.”
We embraced most of many days,
My tears are salty, though your eyes are dry.

I’ll miss your tummy, the touch of your hand,
Your flabby cheek, the moon, the band.
The way you made notes in your tiny book,
The way you put together the facts while I cooked.

You could solve a case with a burnt cigar,
And go on to another killing not far
You’re fearsome, yet lovesome, yet have a good head,
How many books have you written in my bed

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My Blood Bleeds Sand

My Blood Bleeds Sand

My blood bleeds sand,
That golden sugar that spreads
Across the wandering West
Where purple sage dots, and
There a tarantula spreads atop
A random hill.
Where blazing and blinking stars light
Black blue skies.
And stupendous sunsets 
Color and shadow sand mounds
Like bald-headed men, and
A free blowing wind carries the howls and dances of
Long ago chief and squaw.
Where prickly pears bear red wax blossoms, and
Mescal thrusts and thirsts to the clouds
Over tracks of slithering snakes.
And whistling wails in moonlight beams
Echo ancient wagon songs
Where I belong.

My blood bleeds sand.

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Wild Birds and Nutsy

Wild Birds and Nutsy

There still is beauty in the lengthy life,
Tho no longer glamorous corporate strife,
Grief and relief fall on first lonely days,
Staring outside at the wild life at play.

Beginning to guess what is that bird song?
What is that harsh screech that doesn’t belong?
The swish of a tail and the bark of a squirrel,
Capture the mind to find a new-found world.

Waking up walking in a wild feed store,
Buying seed, talking needs unknown before,
Naming each bird and “Nutsy” the new pest.
Challenges the same as those old ones now rest.

When wild life becomes a new family, 
 You’re hooked, they’ve won you, addicted, you’re  free.

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The Wall



The Wall

No Future is the worst and so,
I’ll dream of places I will go,
Fantasies are for such as I,
Facing the wall, the wall.

Tomorrow I’ll drive to California,
Oh, the flivver’s old but full of gas,
What’s stopping you? You say.
The wall, that blooming wall wall.

I will fly over the Himalayas,
And think of Tyrone Power,
The peeking little snow flowers,
Oh, but yes, there’s that d---- wall, the wall.

Filled with the wanderlust,
Gotta get outa town or bust,
No one will have to know, but then
There’s the wall, the wall.

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Skyline Art To Home

Skyline Art to Home

Skylines
Puncturing clear blue blue skies,
Evidence of mankind’s rise,
Or fall.

Skylines
Winky, Twinkly, in dark black nights
Changing, changing ‘til dawn from twilight,
Low or tall.

Skylines
Wrapped in mystic fog of morn;
Vehicles forced to press on horns;
In a mood.

Skylines
Glued in cubist silhouette,
God’s glory colors in the west,
Weary workers brood.

Skylines
Never fail to instill a thrill
When first seen while driving still
Coming home.

Skylines
Familiar, welcoming with silent song,
You know you’re where you belong,
At home.

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I Simply Love You

I Simply Love You

In the pastel dawn
	I love You.
In the red hot of noonday
	I love You.
At the green summer teatime
	I love You.
When sunset’s brilliant jewels fade to twilight
	I love You.
In evening’s deep blue and diamond stars
	I love You.
As I close my eyes to black of black,
	I love You.
And ‘til dawn to dawn, and forever dawns,
	I love You.

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A Better Day After All

A Better Day After All

A ring of the phone announced
A holiday call to say “hello” 
The news from working days,
Days sometimes bringing nostalgic yearning,
That feeling of being a part of things,
A desire for the perception of good old days
Days when accomplishment was joy, and
There was news of friends gone by,
There was news of politics and meetings,
And then, then, the realization like night arc lights when
You’re gone, you’re gone, left behind, but
Today you didn’t have to drive on slick streets,
Today your frig had a grocery, and you could stay in;
Today you could write this little offering.
A better day after all.