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The last rose of summer is rapidly fading on the vine. 'Twas once as brilliant as a splendid claret Bordeaux wine. Alas, autumn frosts hath wrought their deadly sting. Thankfully, another will bring me pleasure come next spring! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Driving to my job one February day, Watching how the sky made everything seem gray. I felt a little glum and uninspired. Sunshine and verdant springtime I desired. A shaft of light appeared from overhead. It was as if my thoughts were being read! Mesmerized, I gazed at the brilliant white. Tinged with gold, it flooded sky with light. I drove on, but a new thought filled my mind. My happy spring would not be far behind. Written 2/2/13 for Seren Roberts' Shaft of Light Contest
nature sings softly her lively recital everything is glorious and looks vital the swans exhibit courtship behavior their dances visual pieces for their spring-paviour thrushes chitter their earliest symphony birdseed germinates and outspreads spring widely two newts show a beautiful mating dance strawberry plants use their early spring chance a show of new born green just above the ground alders pollen causing sneezing peoples' sound few snowdrops, celandine, white dead nettle and hazel trees show leaves and huge mettle appetite dictates this walk with our dog a craved annual entry in our blog at length awaited while walking and watching dozens of reasons for thinking and talking the artificial Christmas tree just packed the baubles and the glass peak safely wrapped a large cup of hot chocolate a good mate served forthwith stale Christmas cookies on a plate (c) Elly Wouterse (edited 12/17/2014)
The ashen wind fills wafts of day that hides the sun, then drops away into the early Autumn sky, perhaps to dream, or just to die like one leaf falling from a pear, it stirs a final dream so fair, a dream turning bleak reason's flow, it knows not which byway to go through wrapped fields of taunting rain it wanders, then comes back again like beats winging the Autumn air, so wondrously beyond compare. The swans of life stir ever on, and when the breaths of day is gone they tumble through her mist- filled night, as late dusk's jaws begin to bite. The crying of a lonely night, pine's branches drooping moonlit white as sighing winds touch heaven's gate, without the need to stand and wait for every roaming rainclouds' stare, she needs to ask the why or where in moments when pain veils her face so sullen, yet so full of grace; as her swan wings clutch twilight's hues dripping tears from September's dues yet, eyes open their crystal plumes with hopes of flowers' newborn blooms © ------------ Contest: Joyce Johnson's The Rhyming Game By: nette onclaud
< Cascading lakes and streams The loon stands out it seems Minnesota's state bird I know it must sound absurd Adopted in nineteen sixty one Wails and yodels heard under the sun Black and white bearing red eyes Wingspans five feet can make one cry Body lengths up to three feet Yet clumsy on lands and moss peat They are high speed flyers And great underwater divers They can dive up to ninety feet In pursuit of fish they want to eat They are even on our license plates An critical habitat drawn on metal slates Twelve thousand of these unique birds God that has to be a lot of turds But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues Written By Katherine Stella Entry For Mini - Blog Beautiful Bird Contest By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
When twilight hangs on the silver of trees In ways the boughs are draped with frost's release, My tempo of whistling strides and feet unfurl Beneath the dome of clouds, set in misty pearl. Lilacs pose with sheen in a crystal dress On branches gracing a season's finesse, The nightingales coo of winter's refrain Along roads where love finds sweet comfort gained. In solace, I marvel at this jeweled hour As lanterns guide my stroll through night's tower! Juli- Michelles's Rhyme Battle, Round 3 by nette onclaud
. Summer had her delights With sunny days, warm nights. Fall brings a little chill Cool nights, frost on high hills. Colors change upon trees This for most surely please. Now is time for amour Adoration galore. Did view you from afar Now will learn who you are. Long to ride upon your back Hold your mane, feel your tack.. Contest: "Two To Fourteen" Sponsor: Brian Strand
Crisp Autumn seeps through the day Dew balances a fresh cut blade Tangerine skies seethe God's Grace Summer's vehment blaze...replaced Slipping sweetness around my pillow Cool winds dance with weeping willow Stars twinkle down through thick dense trees As spirits dance in fresh Autumn's breeze
Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind Memories and places they haunt yet again Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream A current to carry from birth right on through Filling our moments with cares which ensue A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends Babies and children and time long since spent Familiar, intangible, just out of reach Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech Winter is looming and summer is past A time for remembrance the years gone so fast Beauty is captured in my last breath of life The sparkling colors in the warm golden light Do mimic the glory and wonder be told In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold
The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear God I do love this time of year Vibrant colors abound on the trees Gracefully falling with the breeze The workday runs from sun to sun Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done I am a lucky man to live this life Respect of my community and loving wife Sometimes in life the land yields plenty The blessings throughout the day are many As I watch the sunrise to the east It gives my soul a spiritual feast For all my friends everywhere To my Lord a silent prayer To the north her majesty appears For all to see beautiful and clear Forever snowcapped and standing tall Lady Shasta watches over all To the south another blessing to see The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery It was the Lord that gave them their birth The shortest mountain range on earth The coastal mountains to the west Offers the sun a place to rest Followed shortly for all to see The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be Then comes a moment that is hard As I head my "Cat" off to the yard My final ride of this year My face accepts a single tear My heart becomes full of sorrow I inject myself with poison tomorrow Thats the price that a junkie must pay Years after he has changed his way The reason is very clear to see I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C I can't stop the fear from flooding in What will it be like to hold a rig again Through all the loss and all the gain I reckon that moment will bring me pain But through the pain I'm able to see God has his angels covering me
Slowly the light comes into my eyes. The morning is here and that's no surprise. Thin lines of the sun's rays shine through. An open curtain from across my bedroom. My eyelids are heavy and feel so dry. Trying to wipe the long sleep from my eye. The tiniest particles of dust float softly from my bed. Splatter across thin lines of light just above my head. I wonder to myself, should I get up or just stay. The covers so warm and wishing to remain this way. The smell of fresh coffee is permeating the air. Who could it be making hot coffee out there? A bright new day has started for all of us, not just me. Come into my dream with me and see how great it can be.
Feather to feather on a branch, this early winter morning, Are they planning outings for the day or of grave dangers warning? A predator comes swooping by, a red-tailed hawk in plunder. As of one mind they fly away, not one is pulled asunder. These are the winter birds that stay, to face the stormy weather. They mind the rules of Nature and no one asks why or whether. The ice and snow, the winds that blow, they do not stop to measure. For what could be one bird's nothing, could be another's treasure. The springtime finds them once again, assembled in large groupings. They know a single bird can be endangered by hawk's swoopings. The over-powering scents of spring, assault them from the orchard. The butterflies and bumblebees are courting in the courtyard. The apple tree is leafing out and showing her pink buddings. The robin is digging in the mud and making her worm puddings. My own body is a tingle at the sounds and smells and scents. A bunny with his ears attuned, keeps watching through the fence. When summer comes, life has progressed. Among the leaves, nests hidden. Many a chastened crow has learned that to rob one is forbidden. Mama and Papa Swallow have filled the needs of their first hatch. They're teaching them to fly now, to make room for another batch. The summer flowers are in full bloom, each vying with another To tell the nectar searching bees, they're better than the other. The bright red of tall lilies and my roses of red hues Urge me to plant my gardens with some yellows, greens and blues. At last in fall, time to relax and talk about the summer. That Robin's eggs refused to hatch, they agree was a real bummer. They're gathered now, in larger groups, to leave for other places. The birds that stay, send them away with wonder on their faces. A riotous bloom of dahlias grow where other flowers have faded. The last blooms of summer roses are looking quite outdated. The snow of winter soon will come to cover up my garden, But hardy plants will live through snow, fall gave them chance to harden. 3/15/14
I cherish the Christmas time of the year. People are in the streets grinning ear to ear. Children faces light up with joy. Pondering on their favorite toy. This the season we remember to give and share. It is a way to let others know we really care. We are told wise men came to a manger to seek Later wise men would hear this child speak. If I had but one Christmas wish, It would be for you to know a Christmas bliss. Edward J Ebbs - Christmas 2003
My garden is unfolding before my startled eyes. Each blossom as it opens is a welcome, glad surprise. The daffodils are blooming and spread sunshiny cheer, While the tulips are struggling to hold up their heads this year. The plum trees are in blossom, their branches snowy white, Others playing possum keep their new buds closed up tight. Rhododendrons showing color, camellias in full bloom, The scene is ever changing in my outdoor living room. Crocuses and small snowdrops are already past their prime. Anemones and pansies are expected anytime. A bunny in my garden is looking for a deal. And eagle in my birch tree, eyes the bunny for a meal. Oh my garden in the springtime is an optical delight, While predators of every kind are looking for a bite. I must find a way to thwart them without poisoning the land.. I will share with the less greedy, slugs and aphids must be banned.
I recall the very day, in every male teenagers wish It's to lie with one's first love and entering loves bliss Well for me it was so beautiful, below Saltire blue skies We lay in a field of Barley, looking into each others eyes To the heavens we looked for guidance, but it was there all the time It's the feeling of sensual adventure, two hearts in wanting find Counting her buttons I remember, whilst my heart beats so fast Seeing her heavenly beauties, left this Highlander in gasp It's when she teased me in it's removal, her breasts now fancy free Gravity in young never spoke, it simply mesmerised me My hands in hers now taken, her denim shorts now slide Down bronzed Summer skin, simply captures my eyes Her body excited, so pert, there's a hunger in wanting desire The craving to join as one, under Saltire skies in perspire Hands become clenched tight, with a promise of released in flow How wonderful it is, to be united where nature grows I recall this very day, in every male teenagers heart The excitement that delivers us, where many a lifetime starts http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-20.php
Potpourri of seasonal change drifts in the air. Summer wanders near the clouds and everywhere. Beach's pride of blazing sands is growing dim. Soon the painted landscape wakes upon a whim. Seeds are sown of Autumn's riches nearly here. Summer wanes; we say hello to Autumn's cheer. Leaves will change from sparkling green to golden blaze. Now a bit of crispness lingers in our days. Summer has it's wealth of fun and lovely weather. Yet I adore the Fall when folks are drawn together. Beauty all around and holidays I love. Surely Autumn's sent to us from up above! written August 31st, 2014
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` `````` ` Arriving regally on a chariot of red mold January spills on dawn that grows bold, petals reeling their flesh to a rabid sky in breaths of passion while she strolls by. She graces the mist in rare velvet cape her gems of crimson scatter from her nape, rolling on warmth's burning and wild mirth A First Fairy, like me, giving earth a new birth Then sprays of carnations rise in russet to glow declaring affection as all stars waltz for a flow. Lo, for her touch is crystal fire, gentle yet tough lusty through night's fold, softening at noon's puff. Yet radiant is her joy like the flowers she wears, as tumble of stillness beams on hushed prayers. And her limbs linger on, then turning her face, she leaves serenely as I feed on her dream's grace © ` ```````` ` Russel Sivey's Contest: The Colors Have It By nette onclaud
The garden's like a canvas, white as any page, And snowflake ballerinas flutter cross a stage. Jack Horne, written 7th October and, lol, posted too late for Gail's A Season's Dance contest: Winter
Winter is the last and the coolest season of the year Where people love to play with snow everywhere Wearing jackets, mittens, socks, and boots Walking on winter's blanket on the roads Love to see the snowflakes cascading from the sky Like tiny bits of diamond that caress my face so dry Feels good to watch the snow and its beauty Showing elegance that I close my eyes peacefully Relax, feel the world full of whiteness on the ground Breathtaking scenery that happiness I finally found November 18, 2012 For SKAT's "Rhyming Poem" Contest 5th Place Winner
Through sand and haze beach goers stroll Leaving footprints where soft crested waves roll ~*~ 6/10/'13
Under molten autumn's tumbling umber we walk, fingers clinging, hours disappearing as we talk. Love gifts drift from kaleidoscope canopy trees - gentle showers of confetti-colourful leaves. Heart-scarlet berries glow hotly in hedgerows, passion-flame petals burn on a late-blooming rose. Susurrous russet whisperings as leaves cascade; secrets shared in soft, sequestered shade. Reaping this harvest of hopes and dreams in the late golden gleam of sunbeams. Melding as day gives way to mauve-mellow twilight; communing with the misted murmurings of night. by Charlotte Puddifoot for Michael Falotico's 'Falling In Love In The Fall' contest
My hand holds your hand and that`s enough. In the green`s intervals, the weather is rough; The blue wind freed its own ghost's chain Following the rhythm of the crystalline rain; With the leaf`s thrill and embrace`s embers Patient ruby hidden in alabaster chambers, Far from the desert of mirrors, standing aloof As vulnerable as the surge`s serenity`s proof; Simple surmise falling down with the mist, Suspension bridge above the yellow East; Looking from the season `s round roof, Solitude seems hit by a rueful cold hoof. Like the violet dawns date with the pale moon, Chapel`s morning joined the emerald afternoon; Air angels with white wings are our mates; Trees beg for heaven to let open the gates; We listen to inner chansons sung by Edith Piaf My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.
New buds growing crisp and green in sheer delight. Singing birds come home to roost,on trees alight. Now butterflies seek nectar in the sunny fields. Farmers go to market with their summer yields. Hills cascade with color as the deer grow fat. Families gathered to eat turkey witness that. Time draws nigh to hang the lights of sparkling hues. Icy branches beautify,snowmen amuse! written March 13th 2014 for Gail's contest
Sky greyed with sudden snow, cars slithered serpentine roads - a screech-slide of tyres on obsidian ice. Traffic slowed; indicators blinking against the driving white squall, engines' hot oiled throats throttled to standstill. Bitter winds whipped us raw; ice shrapnel's rip and tear piercing our lungs. Snatching gasps of spiked air, our stung skin numb from the blizzard's bite. Tempestuous snow smothered hematite night; gusting and mounding, turning black to white. By dawn, drifts dazzled with diamante light; air was achromatic, blanketed fields blanked, hills bleached to silence; the landscape blanched.
Heavy grey clouds have finally passed. Spring is coming at last, at last. Blue sky full of wispy fluff Says to winter 'enough, enough'. Fluffy white clouds in sky of blue. This kind of day ... long overdue. Enough of winter, enough of cold. It's pristine beauty did quickly grow old. Spring, oh Spring, is on it's way As the fluffy clouds come out to play.
< Horses and snowflakes Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate Open carriage rides Falling flakes in the eyes City strewn lights Hoof's echoing through out the night Fleece blankets Cider drank it Horns blare People's stare New York's Central Park An home for many after dark Four miles of bridal paths Drawn coaches to bring you back So horses and snowflakes Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate Written By Katherine Stella My Theme Was Both Horses And Snowflakes This Is An Entry For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest G.L. All
In the Silence of the morn my picture window does a splendid scene adorn. Reflections of red, yellow, and gold the suns jewel like glory does unfold. Admiring rays shine toward the west with accepting gratitude the trees do not protest. Rolling hills grab the early light, which allows fall's magnificence to rise and take flight. Feeling rich, as the richest King this wondrous display catapults my heart to sing. Richard J. Long, October 2009
< Now hold on there Tex ! Let me get dressed ! Let me saddle up my horse To trollop around this Halloween course Got on my chaps My spurs and cowboy hat Replica's of forty five's Riding on my hips very high With lasso in my hand This little cowboy has a plan So all you ghost and goblins It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing And I'll be taking loot for mummy And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy Happy Halloween To All Especially little tikes who are so cute and small Entry For Skat's Halloween Costume Contest G.L. All
Autumn I love you color and splendor Plump sweet grapes filling me with ardor A patchwork quilt......velvet soft leafs For you I wear my heart on my sleeve A wisp of cool breath blows upon my face A balmy soft touch of your calm and grace Brides last chance of an outdoor wedding Flowers bow heads giving up their bedding Photographs taken a memorable moment Dressed in an exquisite multi-color garment Written by: Joy Wellington October 14 2012 For Russell Sivel's contest - Up In The Autumn Air
Finishing up the last notes from my work day, I'm really late, Looking out my window, my drive tonight, I'm going to hate. I grab my briefcase and walk to my car, on a sheet of ice. Slipping and sliding left and right, this is not going to be nice. Takes twenty minutes to clear the snow from my car window, If I can hardly move, how will my car drive, I just don't know. Hitting the windshield, the snowflakes are big, puffy and white, They fly at you almost hypnotizing, you completely lose sight. Once you reach country roads the white knuckles truly begin, If you can keep between the hydro poles, you may just win. Hold on tight, keep your wheel straight, put your lights on low, Pray your defrost keeps working as you make through the snow. A blanket of whiteness envelopes you, no sounds or lights to see, Alone in this blizzard, you drive, terrifying, yet a strange tranquility. Once home, after a good night's sleep, you arise from bed at seven, Trees iced in froth, the ground painted white, looks a bit like heaven. Sun comes up, temperatures rise and once again green appears, Nature makes the world safe again, slowly melts away your fears. To think that I could have easily been killed driving home last night, You consider the beauty of country living and soon forget the fright. Written September 9, 2012 For Joy Wellington's contest "Weather Forecast"
Playing cat and mouse were Beauty and the Beast Right up to the moment the harvest moon ceased To shine, that is, autumn winds ushered dark clouds Even amber leaves were cloaked by misty shrouds Alone on the terrace, Beast's hand reached to her Unfamiliar feelings in Beauty did stir The masquerade party on All Hallows Eve Beauty caught in his web, seeking no reprieve Clouds now cast aside, moonbeams danced in the skies Pulling his mask, Beauty unveiled Beast's disguise Seeing sensual eyes, her pulse rate increased Conquered by longing for a man she'd called Beast By Carolyn Devonshire for Michael's "Falling in Love in the Fall contest September 24, 2011
September ushers in Autumn, hence the Autumn wind. Squirrels and rabbits dig their burrows, rush to snuggle in. The wind races merrily across the ground, Blowing the Autumn leaves all around; Skimming over the rocks and nooks, And chasing along the fast flowing brook. Blowing the clouds across the sky, It whispers and laughs with a gentle sigh, As it playfully wraps my coat 'round my legs, And I hurry inside for some bacon and eggs. This morning the wind is a rascal for certain, As it rushes right past me to ruffle the curtains. Summer is gone and Winter draws near, And the September wind means Fall is here. Judy Ball For September Contest by Brian Strand - Sept. 1,2011
< I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day dont let an overpowering object just get away Written By Katherine Stella 6/26/11 Entry For A Rambling Poet's Writing In The Sublime
Seems appropriate in January, when the snow has yet to stop That the flower of the month would be a lovely white Snowdrop Then when February comes, we've still frost on our nose But not so much that we can't smell the fragrance of Primrose In March we're all waiting to hear the spring birds trill And up through the snow there pops the Yellow Daffodil Next April showers welcome spring and we begin to see New life out in the garden with the delicate Sweet Pea The Lilly of the Valley represents the month of May With tiny little blossoms, like white pearls on display The summers now upon us and in June the garden grows The princess of all flowers, the beautiful Cream Rose July, full of sunshine,warms the waters of the ponds Smiling on the Waterlily's, with their graceful fronds In August as in Flanders fields, we see the Poppies grow Showing off their colors, letting their beauty show Mine is the Deep Blue Aster, in September I arrived And though the days are cooler now, it's blossoms have survived Cosmos are for October, harbingers of fall But with their fragrant blossoms, warmer days recall And what would be November without the hardy Mum Unlike the other flowers, to winter won't succumb And finally in December with shiny leaves of green Holly brightens up our days, hail to winters queen
Good morning Mumbai, its weather forecast time As we all can feel today, rains tomorrow will be sublime Rains are in full swing, heavy drops falling down Some of us love the rain, some simply frown No sign of sun there'll be, only dark clouds around The sound you'll hear is of traffic and football on the ground Lightening is expected, thunder storms too But how massive it might be, I don't have a clue The clouds are pacing here, fast and countless I hope it doesn't rain like 26/7 boundless… ***in Mumbai, India there were massive floods on 26th July 2005. I hope that doesn't happen again…
Like golden treasure they flutter down On autumn winds they float to the ground Carpeting the earth without a sound Today's little miracle I have happily found.... We have a bit of a wind today and the maple leaves are falling like rain. Its beautiful.
Autumn is a tapestry, in shades of red and maize! The distant hills, breathtaking, in a lovely purple haze! Trees and grass are dressed in green, a vision to behold. Fields and meadows, overflow, with Autumns harvest gold! A potpourri of natures beauty, scenes to be adored, Mother Nature gets the credit, but the artist is, Our Lord! Ralph Taylor Contest: Autumns, Fall Colors 8/14/12
When the snow begins to fall and its chilled outside Our spirits begin to fade like a misty tide It's hard to keep our head and chests up high We want to lay in beds and do naught but cry But we should remember what comes after the snow The sprouting hope of the rose petals show That happiness can be found inside a soul so cold One that has found that it feels way too old So smile today, and smile tomorrow On memories of spring, we borrow
A visit to my village in the month of june, all that it offers you is a very short day and a lazy afternoon. Soft whirring of the fan making heavy the eyelids, trying in futile to stay open over a paragraph in a book. With the little ones all wide awake, chattering over games of carrom and chess sending about a crazy cacophony of voices. But with the red and green sherbets making up for the tormenting heat outside. Competing over how many mangoes one can eat, a one..a two..and there's no count how many more. The otherwise chirpy fruit orchard wears a graveyard like eerie mood of it's own in the hot summer noon. With not too many birds in sight, yet you can sometimes spot a dog sulking in the grove hiding from the hot sunlight. While I continue to crib and cry waiting impatiently for the monsoons a sibling in a faraway land keeps fond memories of his Indian summer afternoons.
First green, then gold, now downy white Fields wear their gown of wintry delight Flakes soft upon the evergreen glisten The doe quietly raises her head to listen No sound but that of a winter wren Calling to her mate in the forest glen Beneath her blanket rests the earth Gathering strength for spring's rebirth... Barbara Gorelick 11/11/12 For the "Winter's" Blanket" contest...
And when at last summer's robe descends She flings toward the air her heady scent. Andrea Dietrich's Lovin' Summer Contest
Did you hear my longing for a dress of green during winter's sleep, Oh, how long I dreamed! Missing those coverings of my graceful limbs and yes, too, the blossoms of fairy dust whims Fancy meeting you, here, at my new birth revival finding your muse within my greenings arrival Warmer winds catching my new sprouting leaves I'll dance for your pleasure and hope you are pleased Awakening roots draw from the earth living water Watch where you step those that rise are a bother Of my need for this dress there can be no denial For oxygen spent from it will grant your survival That scar that you carved on my truck just last year has become the tattoo that reminds of your tears When you feel you must trim my broken limbs remember to raise thoughtfully my new dress's hem © …….. 2015/01/03
To listen to our elders, and experience, the experience All it takes in Tornado Alley, in sky view believe it This is where we see the gloom in cobalt steel blues Has a colour ever been acclaimed so much on the news It's changes in shade, even whilst the minutes lapse Once darker becomes her wrath, in touch within her clasp She even takes our images, with these flashes of captured view Alluring us in invitation, then allowing her strength to spew I see nothing different to the decades of years I've been Maybe it's now in view, to this modern human circus theme I can still recall the past, when giants roamed the earth And yet they have still to complain, in the country of their birth I'm an entity of being out there, do I apologise and feel my course For this I'm unable to answer for which I'll never feel remorse Upon rising from the shelter, storm damage explodes my view Upturned monsters of the highway, skeletal trees stand untrue Picket fences penetrate tree trunks that have withstood so many years Assassinated by she called nature, guaranteed there are no tears School buses in dented show, but allowing it's kids to be safe But her anger still continues to flow, neighbour hoods safety depraved I see nothing different to the decades of years I've been Maybe it's now in view, to this modern human circus theme I can still recall the past, when giants roamed the earth And yet they have still to complain, in the country of their birth I'm an entity of being out there, do I apologise and feel my course For this I'm unable to answer for which I'll never feel remorse Into the valley we have ventured, amidst the land of the free Being here we were but strangers, for we culled the ones that could see http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-17.php
. AUTUMN .The colors of autumn are beginning to fall. Red,orange,yellow leaves falling from trees so tall. ~ ~ ~ Grass is starting to look like straw. Changing seasons is natures law. ~ ~ ~ Summers gone and fall is here. Weather is nice this time of year. ~ ~ ~ Teresa Skyles 09/11/11 Entered in Constance La France~a rambling poet~six lines of poetry please.contest
The weatherman said sunny today. All the dark clouds have blown away. Yes, the sun is shining in sky so blue. Most of what he said seems to be true but he didn't mention the wind from the north. How it blows and blows and now brings forth a chill that burrows deep inside. I'm sure the weatherman's filled with pride because, yes, it's sunny we have to admit but the cold north wind stings a bit. It seems like summer from behind the window, just step outside though and feel it blow.
< Goodnight moon Only God knows if I'll see you soon As I stand under this canopy of stars It looks as if you're riddled with scars From your illuminating harvest glows To those frosted faces from a winters toll You even play your peek a boo With clouds that shuffle by you Don't you know I love you so So please stay and don't you let go You're my guiding light My shining armor through-out the night The crickets are even playing our love song So let's dance all night long For I know the sun will be rising soon And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune Well goodnight moon You've slipped away all to soon It's been fun Dam ! now here comes the sun Entry For Deb Guzzi's Harvest Moon Contest G.L. All
Fall's fire is written on every deciduous tree, A chorus of harmony displayed for all to see. The first frost paints lace on the window pane, Patterns and designs are never quite the same, The smell of burning wood floats in the chilled air, Signs that everything's in place for a great love affair. Come together and cuddle close by the roaring fire, Sipping at hot cocoa, looking at your heart's desire. It's time to settle down with that special someone, Beachboys and parties of the summer are all done. The spark burns brightly on this lovely autumn day, Hoping this new simmering love beyond fall, will stay. Written October 1, 2011 By Lee Ramage For Michael J. Falotico's contest Falling in Love in the Fall Won 4th place
l ... l l ... when seasons fade to autumn then bloom to spring and in between a tick gives birth or dies to a winter sun, life's seasons change from laughter to tears like a wing accepting; just as one begins, its ritual is almost done. Then back around again and again with one more swing as the hands of years' journeys are fast-forward spun. Whether crimson trees , snowflakes , ruby fire or rain, each cycle has a timely walk through breath span's lane. A time to mourn, a time to dance: there is a season; embracing the heaven's compass itself without reason. (c) "To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven:" -- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 ---------- John Freeman's Faith Verses Poetry: 1st prize For PD's contest By: nette onclaud
The thunder, lightning and the pouring rain Are signs I bought my summer clothes in vain. For Andrea's A Summer Couplet contest
The snow swirled around our feet. We raised our faces, there to greet feathery snowflakes in the air, on our tongues and in our hair. The moon behind clouds, a shimmer. A bare slice glowing, all a-glimmer. No stars to be seen in the night, snow-clouds have them hidden from sight. The deer leave tracks in the snow showing us which way they go. To the trees and cover there. This snowy sight they chose not to share. Still our gaze upward goes, watching this first of winter's shows. Enjoy the snowflakes while we may. Tomorrow they will melt away.
Autumns rich mellow flavoured air Unmasked, the trees are now bare. Seldom do we hear the birds sing When the Autumn leaves are falling. Smoke trails from the burning leaves Carried on the light cool breeze. The scent of spiced apple days In the suns golden haze. The Pine towering heavenly high Dropping fragrances on passers by. Smell the crisp refreshing air Wind is blowing everywhere. The leaves they scatter without sound Gently cascading to the ground.. Hazel Connelly 23/10/12 Up In The Autumn Air Russell Sivey's contest
AUTUMN COLORS Trees, and endless squadrons of their fellows, In full dress with their medals, reds and yellows: An army in bronze and topaz uniform, Ready and waiting for orders to fall in and conform; And in fall - with its rich golden leaf And needles polished - ready to guard its fief. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written 15 August 2012 Entered in Russell Sivey's Contest Autumn, Fall Colors
Winter arrives upon the wind, bringing arctic climate to mind. Flora loses petals and leaves; fauna secures food from thieves. Nature reminds what's to be done, before Jack Frost begins his fun. I should take these lessons in hand, even if the actions are bland. Soon, I need to seal my window, before I freeze to my pillow.
It's time for skimpy summer wear, A brief bikini, if you dare. 6/15/13
Casting off the cloak of slumber From winters burden unencumber Jonquils stretch and rub their eyes Up through barren earth they rise To a new seasons birth they sing The lilting melody of spring
Carpet of crisp dry leaves New colors nature conceives Misty ,hazy ,chilly autumn air Fall colors in full flair Trees seemingly on fire Nature seems stringing musical lyre Rustling bustling autumn wind All the foliage gradually thinned Winged leaves flying in the air Naked branches so bare Luring fall colours everywhere A colorful degenerating atmosphere
Behold this hour soaring of bliss that brings, the first of May adorned, by doves winging. Contest, Rhyme Battle: Round 6
The song of Aquarius brings a chill to the dawn As snowflakes pirouette with the winds of Capricorn Virgo blazes with summer's desire Then transforms to Autumn's golden fire Libra echoes its melancholy call As it paints the sky with the hues of fall Leo roars like a lion in the sun As Pisces seeks the rivers fun Taurus charges like a thundering bull As Gemini blooms in meadows full Scorpio's venom brings a sting to the wind As Aries sings a song of Spring
Pavers of life worn down with ware Solid blocks built upon, set with care October years spent mending the cracks that Septembers years most surely lacked Crossing the yellow lines with a quivering spine as November draws nearer December years decline Autumns harvest of memory troves feels winters cold remembrance slow Golden nostalgia, like falling leaves, too briskly escapes in winters breeze © Debra Squyres
Beautiful celestial crystals grip the earth by the neck And all servants of shiver on the skin pore deck. A Tit in elegance flaps her leathery wings And sings all blessings that winter brings. Nude trees coated by soft pile of snow Stand in awe and worship the silvery glow. The Robins can never be left out, The sweethearts of the very cold sprout Dressed in orange-red and glittering brown feathers And offer adoration to the cold weather. No charmer like the winter's silvery gown That carpets the dull face of every town. THEME: WINTER SCENERY. For Francine Roberts' contest: A winter couplet
Autumn winds gently in, washing away Summer's sin... Autumn winds blow free, chasing colored leaves from every tree... Autumn winds chill, frosting through every valley and hill... Autumn winds passed, waiting for Winter's snowy blast. For "September - your choice" contest sponsored by Brian Strand.
The day was hot as red rose sunny We gathered eggs from holes like a bunny Down to the grocer's store we went Sold our eggs funds on candies spent With grandma abed off comes the coat On goes the sneakers shaped like a boat Big brother goes racing up to the gate The youngest trying to be quiet shout wait Round the corner comes the show truck Reels of movies in boxes securely tuck Hercules Ben Hur High Noon Dracula and such We saw them o'er and o'er he hadn't much Big brother hops on the truck going up the hill The youngest and I ran behind we know the drill Hopping onto trucks is a skill perfected by boys We girls had to be content playing with toys Inside the show house the movie starts Everyone must hear our throbbing hearts Written Sept. 8 2012 For Craig's contest: Summer Fun
The wedding they'd dreamed of was carefully chosen For brisk mid-autumn before the ground was frozen As her freedom fighter struggled in the Mideast She was absorbed in planning a fall wedding feast A lively country band in the red barn would play Magenta chrysanthemums would be her bouquet Though many of his comrades never made it home He returned to be wed 'neath fall's colorful dome *Entry for Rick's "Autumn Dream" contest
The colors are turning The leaves are now burning As summer moves on It's soon to be gone And fall moves on in To throw in it's spin To turn leaves to red And fall to the bed That covers the ground Under trees all around A natural quilt That nature has built A patchwork of color That go with each other A beautiful sight Before falling white The days pass along As summer moves on
Tents of various colours in parade across the sands It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore Just like yesterday, and so many years before Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach
There's something truly magic, when snowflakes start to fly. A fairyland of wonderous white, beneath a clear, cold sky. I enjoy looking at the leafless trees, standing there so bare. I also love the evergreens, which are also standing there. The world is white and silent, draped in pure white snow. It's a lovely winter wonderland, everywhere you go! A mild north wind is blowing, snow comes swirling down. It creates a feathery blanket, which covers up the ground. Walkers footsteps are quickly hidden, by the freshly fallen snow. Kids are out with friends on sleds, their faces all aglow. Sounds of the season all seem new, with the crunch of boots on the ground. There's so much to see in the great outdoors, when winter comes around. Ralph Taylor A Winter Couplet Winter Scenery
The cold of Winter makes me shake Oh no! Here comes the first snowflake I watch it as it falls and floats I wish I'd worn a bigger coat It falls upon the frozen ground Landing there without a sound Others come to join there fare I tell you now, it's just not fair Here comes more from up above "Dang it!! Where'd I put my gloves?" The chilly air brings ruthless bite The falling snow makes all things white I shiver at the seasons change I'm not prepared for this exchange Forget the reason I'm outside I guess I'll just go back inside Rockman :-) Written for Francine Roberts' contest, "A Winter Couplet"
The frightful winter storm is o'er, now all is so serene. Mellow moonbeams now flood the wondrous wintry scene! The gaily-festooned sleigh glides silently o'er the pristine snow, Laden with festive revelers, their ruddy faces all aglow! The two svelte steeds trot rhythmically o'er snowy hill and dell. Sweet melodic tunes chime merrily from each tiny harness bell! Mom keeps hot cider flowing to fill each empty mug. Recalling days of yore, Dad slyly steals a kiss and hug! The kids urge Dad to make the horses go a little faster. "No" says he, "With drifts ahead we'd surely court disaster!" Candlight welcomes them to Grandma's house just beyond the bend! Boundless love and a roaring fire await them, on that they can depend! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved Placed No. 8 in Francine Roberts' "A Winter Couplet" Contest - November 2011
The snows of Winter last so long While Spring is just a fleeting song. For Brian's 2 line contest No 1 in a mul;tiple win.
Night after night, she sits down and contemplates In her mind she knows her loss, but still she sits and waits He, her husband, another statistic he has become Killed in a far away land, another soldiers blood has run Day after day she's taken back, to moments they had shared Carving their names on a tree, showing teenagers cared Through green fields of pastures new, season after season At fourteen years old they clicked, love was a reason Whilst she paces their family home, his steps gone forever Killed in a far away land, another life now severed In her time their kids will be told, daddy's never coming home For the angels have asked him to stay, just to let him roam Memories of their pasts resonate within her mind For she knows she'll find no other, for he was one of a kind Outside the window where she stares, under many seasons skies She sits down and contemplates, why the Rose always cries http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php
Let's travel to the edge of the earth With sunshine in our veins Let's see how much this life is worth As we leave out all our pains We'll go for miles, and we won't stop The sun will soon attack Our lives we'll trade, our hearts we'll swap We're never coming back A whole new start, a second chance Floats softly into June We'll wade our time in cheap romance As we howl at a transient moon An ice cold flood of independence Forms our own wicked sense of style Our world needs more transcendence This world just needs to smile The ringing in our ears is no longer just a sound The image of freedom is no longer just a dream Because this limitless world is just a playground Or so it may seem
Falling In Love In Autumn (Couplets) Autumn Love is mature and warm Surviving Spring and Summer's Storms First love blooms in Spring's first kiss Young hearts lost in natures bliss The Bird of Youth flies high and strong Spring is when we hear his song Summer sun brings reality And no assurance of constancy The Rose is Queen in Summer's Sun But falls to earth when season's done Winter is lonely, dark and cold Without Autumns love, as we grow old. Copyright© 2011 Beatrice Boyle, (All rights reserved) For Michael Faolotico's Contest – Falling In Love In Autumn
The first month of the year is like a thrilling new bond It's as if someone has waved a magic wand Seeking new dreams, desires and goals January seduces like two yearning souls Vigilant and eager, while daring to do what hasn't been done Just like the early stages in a relationship, this month seems to be all fun Suddenly you're inspired, motivated and alive Throughout each new day you discover your vivacious drive But just like any fast pace fling By the end of 31 days most lose their zing Reality sets in and you become more aware You question if in the next 334 days you will still be committed and care. BY: sabina nicole contest: January written:12-30-11
These flowers,days and feelings if I take, You rest without my dear green mistake; A playful angel with his bow can partake Of our friend azure with few clouds`steak; If sweet and shy, young roses bravely bake, Red will escape from heaven, for my sake. So, other blond and gold attempt I make: Sweet water lily, please don`t break Serenity of inner blue with your rake; Yet, yellow smiles happily asleep by lake.
Autumn leaves whirl in one last dance The earth receives old winter's glance Change is coming with morning frost Against the gate the branches tossed A quiet dream of autumn lingers on One last robin hops across the lawn Soon Ill be dusting off my winter self And put this golden season on the shelf....
Listen my children and ye shall hear, A tale to make ye quake with fear. 'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie, Of a man who was told he had to die, For a crime he committed in the dead of night, And on each Hallow's Eve he returns to the site, Where his body was hung on an old oak tree. Steer clear of the place or he'll come after thee. He searches for them who hung him there, 'Thout proof save the voice of the golden hair. 'Twas she who belied his where-abouts, So he searches for her within and without; So if ye be fair with hair of gold, He'll carry ye off where it's dark and cold. Keep ye by the hearth on All Hallow's Eve, Now I've said my piece and be taken' my leave. Judy Ball
FIRST SUNBEAM Ray of clear sun shows Across the heaps of snows The whiteness's rival, Announcing the soon arrival Of a host of its fellows - Welcome yellows, Not yet melting - Calling distantly to spring. A simple beam of light Warning the winter's white: Our time is now, brother - You must move over for another ……………………………………………………………… Note: Canadian winters can be long and severe, and the first hint of an ending is when the sun breaks through, even though it is still freezing weather. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . Entered in Poet ~ Destroyer's Contest "Any Poem in which did not place in a contest. (second chance contest)"
Animals scurry on every branch each day. Preparing for the next seasons display,
Lady in white you sparkle so wearing an elegant gown of snow. Crisping the air in chill of night you frost our breath in sweet daylight. Children's laughter singing out while seasonal holly is strewn about. Toasty toes in woolen socks; gifts of love in every box. A new year bringing promise anmd hope and skiers gliding down every slope. You bring us shorter daylight hours for February's hearts and flowers. Soon we'll begin the trek to Spring; for now we'll treasure the joy you bring.
Beautiful light that lasted for long Your lightening shine suppress the cloud Brilliant Beauty from coast to coast Your brighter shine rule my world My lovely kids love painting in your midst Cos your presence add meaning to their paint Myself as well stock under your bountiful Likewise my firm, my wife roam through you Your fins and flippers eat the sea But your dominant serve the plant That is why I love to kiss you Cos you never demand without supply My sunshine, you are the haven That shine my home and my coats.
< riding home with brother and friend from convenience store this masked man got out of his trucks door asked each boy what was their ages made them place bikes in ditch or face guns gauges Jacob was the oldest of the three just 11 good gracious golly St Joseph Minnesota close to St Cloud days weeks month lined with flowering shrouds his mother and father got congress to sign an act for crimes against children and sexually violence attacks now there is a bridge of hope called Jacob Wetterling foundation so families can cope our little lost sheep we still to continue to shed tears and weep for there is still an unmarked date where death has not been filled in on your headstones slate Taken Oct 22 1989 From St Joseph Minnesota In Search Of Jacob Wetterling still goes on You Are Not Forgotten
Angels' trumpets in full bloom visible from living room. Datura's lend their royal hue complimenting high church's view of advent colors. Speaking of Advent it's strange, but this year I've had more comments on my Christmas Cactus's promising swell. Usually people don't notice 'till in full bloom, well, we're on the verge of twenty twelve and who knows what we'll find on each others' shelves? Potted poinsettias outside in shade quite neglected all year don't pout, they come inside now to fancy up and lend cheer. ~~~~~~~~~~~ A Winter Couplet Winter Scenery Merry ho ho to you, too!
The sun touches me and the cold leaves from within. I smell the good clean earth beneath my feet again. The ground isn't frozen. It feels so fertile once more. The wind kisses my skin with warmth I want to store. It's still very chilly around here late at night. But the beauty of the sun has begun to be just right. I see the tips of new growth, springing up everywhere. At last I leave my winter lair, for I have much to prepare. A shower is coming tomorrow. I must hurry to set my plants. But first I must rake the old leaves, left from winter's rants. My dogs stay close beside me to sniff the new tilled earth. Even the smallest animals, rejoice in spring's rebirth. The images that beseech me as I leave this old house… Are young, fresh, and with their colors I'll soon be doused. As the heavens begin to open and again bless this land… My mind opens to see, the touch of God's own hand.
< birds in perilous flight illuminating to this watchful eye's sight outstretched wings ~ soaring high bidding ado ~ waving goodbye homebound is their quest offsprings await safe return ~ back in nest red sky ~ tonight glad ~ I've captured this flight oh fly ~ my feather friends hope to see you ~ once again for this love ~ so brand new what's drawn ~ me to you Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's Heaven Sent Smiles Contest G.L. All
Seasons Last Leaf Purged atop a lofty Popular A singular leaf all that holds Like in drowning - gasping for last breath A life once was – now clinging to the past The season of spring brought forth its life Love to blossom to bear fruit and green The wonders- all newly felt and viewed The leaf smiled among the young it knew In summer time the heat did soar The leaf grew as rains did pour By trials of wind water thunder and drought The leaf endured each tribulation and grew proud At first frost many shivered and fell But most became brilliant chrisom red- do tell A gathering of color painted by the creator's finger As the leaf among the many waited its time Now the last- singularly purged atop the lofty popular The life given it wavers to left than right Until the leaf rest among the assembled piles afoot In winter time a blanket comes Upon the leaf the piles the ground Nature cocoons to repair once more The hope that comes after winter's storms
Is there anything more splendid than a garden in the fall, When your work has brought in treasure and it's time to reap it all? There are bounties beyond endless, all you need and so much more. It is offered with such largesse; some to eat and much to store. The old pear tree is so loaded, it will be hard to pick it all. Is there anything so lovely as a pear tree in the fall? Oh a garden in the springtime is a place of hope and cheer. It's perfection in September when the harvest time is here. I remember Daddy bringing all the produce, with a grin, And my mama bravely canning the profusion he brought in. The cellar is overloaded and the bright jars line the wall. Nothing is so satisfying as the harvest in the fall.
#ONE# The region that makes my blood grow green Where are you in this pastoral's den? Your vivid eyes is now poor like muddy hut What has really come over you? Behold our pebbles of gold and our planting grown Ona, What is next to god you want? #TWO# Your nerve is forgotten so soon Our share of roses and dine in the garden It seem so soon, it is drying out from your memory Our share of chopper and run for grasshopper Honey, can't you call those days back Our lone under the forest trees Have you forgot our prayer for success And our collective effort for your journey abroad... ...My lady, I will wait for many time Because only you can complete me My Summer, if to remain a pole with no hold So long as you will return, I will not mind. For your Light is my strength in the field And brilliant kisses around natures are memories unforgotten. Let someone please find me my summer And tell her to come back home. BY: Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole
This is my absolute favorite time of year, For summer swim is almost here. Going to the beach to swim with my friends, Then riding bike till the day's end. Having picnics in the park, Playing manhunt until dark.' Camping with Channy, so much fun, Sleepover at my house be the first one. Making up stories all day long, Sitting 'round a bonfire singing songs. Fishing with Dad and you won't believe, The big one I caught, got a chance to leave. So, may the winter air please, go away, Because Summer needs to be on its way!! ~Alexis
dewdrops are sparkling over cactus thorn like icy diamonds this misty morn cold desert wind through the Mesquite trees the sweet smell of sage lingers in the breeze as the sun climbs past invisible clouds the burning sky melts the misty wet shroud mercury is high but the air is dry somewhere under the tangerine sky
The playing starts each October in the fall. But alas, this year there is no basketball. Another season should have started for the NBA. However, fans will not see their teams play. From the Knickerbockers in New York, to the Lakers in LA, will this competition start? Nobody can say. As we approach winter, there is increasing doubt. The owners have gotten together and locked the players out. We will not see free throws or slam dunks today. It appears there will be no playoffs in May. With no basketball to see, where shall we go? Perhaps a blizzard will come, and we will shovel snow. For Francine's Winter Couplet contest (a winter sport (watching or participating) category chosen).
Driving down our country lane yields sweet fragrant orchards and vast pumpkin fields… The bustling sounds of autumn are heard here and there with early signs of harvest, and a rustle in the air A tractor is billowing dust up through the trees frightening the birds, and disturbing the bees Tall wheat has been harvested and raked in high stacks Into neat hills and mounds, alongside the old railroad tracks From the high reaching branches, the ripened fruit has smiled with mountains of bushel baskets teetering in piles Wagons are loaded with round pumpkin faces Displaying fall's bounty so proudly, in warm sunny places Autumn in my neck of the woods By Carrie Richards 10/3/11 For Michael's Contest: Falling In Love With Fall
One of autumn's great rewards Is seeing farm stands, stacked with gourds. Orange pumpkins take their places, Waiting for their scary faces. Other gourds have shapes bizarre – Who knows what the heck they are? Speckled, stripy, curved and green, Strangest veggies I have seen. But my favorites at the stall Are the tiniest of all. They're like pumpkins, only mini – Seeing them, I get all grinny. Imagine if all elves and gnomes Have mini pumpkins at their homes. If so, I'll bet their mini-swords Make jack-o-lanterns of those gourds!
The first snowfall has arrived, carpeting natures grounds Her pure virgin lay blows me away in total abound The winters colours now hidden, no more ashen dulls and greys For a marvel appears before me, I'm smiling on a winters day Skeletal trees show promise, shadowed by topside white In turn it allows the nighttime to show an element of bright Rooftops now show like tiles amidst a background of black Streetlights sharpen it's glow, for it's white shall never lack I awaken the following morning to find her virginal lie now scathed Footsteps of natures creatures criss-crossing their mental pave Having witnessed the first snows of winter, shows another seasons here Her tomorrows I look so forward to, to me she so endears *~* For the "First Snowfall" contest *~*
To my left it stands weathered by seasons of time Memories so many, absorbed in it's walls Even a fire could not deny us of it's history Ones thinks of the efforts to save this once fine structure Now ram shackled to ruin, it brings tears to ones eyes Built just before the Civil War, it hid many a lost soul Many a storm caressed her wooden frame Whilst sheltering beasts remained safe from nature's anger Summertime's were so joyous with barn dances Even weddings were celebrated within these walls Sadly economics became it's downfall My great grandfathers red barn, a shadow of it's former As you travel through the mid west There are many eyes like mine, viewing and sharing similar memories
Up and down the stairs they go The pumpkins are part of the show Some are lit others are not They are the best that I got The colors that surrounds these gourds Are oranges and reds, greens and golds There are flowers and leaves all about They are seasonal, this I should shout The Jack-O-Lanterns shine so bright During the deep hours of the night Each step has a glowing pumpkin on it A delightful sight to see when I sit I can't imagine a greater scene than this An Autumn and Halloween décor bliss Russell Sivey
"SUMMER TIME" The dog days of summer come whetherwe want them or not. Laying in a pool is better than being hot. The dog days of summer are here from dusk til dawn. We're all wishing for rain to water the lawn. The dog days of summer are for swimming and fun. Fishing or baseball even tanning in the sun. The dog days of summer are hot enough to fry an egg. Wishing the days were cooler so I wouldn't have to beg. The dog days of summer are going to be over soon. When school starts again you'll sleep until noon.
Through the rustling leaves we take a walk. In wisps of breath we whisper and talk. We're making plans and falling in love as cascading hues are painted above As we slip inside,the passion surrounds us. The crackling fire glows warm around us. You take my hands and our fingers entwine. As you wrap me up,I know you're mine. Your body fits mine like a glove. We're falling so deeply in love. We'll be with each other this holiday season. My happiness soars and you are the reason! By Deb Wilson for contest"Falling In Love In The Fall"
Drifting snow, so sweet, so silent- but echos in the dark blue sky The trees, so dark, are now bright with the snow's lullaby They sway to the whisper of the sweet wintry wind While the animals hide and huddle, feeling cold and chagrined The snow stops falling, and there is hardly a sound Save the wind making the trees push the snow on the ground The sparkle of the snow reflects the light from the moon and the trees eat it up with a light silver spoon No footprints exist in the pure land of sparkly white but the prints of a doe who passes too quickly for sight The clouds come back in- slowly, they creep in Whispering to the trees that another snowfall will begin WINTER SCENERY :P a winter couplet
The holidays are here, they feel so warm Even if outside the snow is causing so much harm My Christmas tree is glowing With little lights and decorations, so lively and flowing There, I sit and enjoy the glowing essence Of the festive season which makes me reminiscence With eagerness and zeal, I anticipate, The golden surprises Santa shall leave for me and my cellmate Yes, the jail is my home, Not a house but one with love and care, yes, my home Here, I spend with my brothers of deed This Christmas holidays, even if the aroma is one of bitterweed
< my deepest passion outstretched wings of an eagle in fashion encircling his domain tride and true he remains sno-capped peaks for mate he seeks call of the wild imatate like a child fields of green crystal streams beyond horizon sun's new arising take me back home to where the eagle roams for the capture of ones flight is purity for ones watchful eye's sight so come join me on this excursion inspiration you'll be splurging I thank you my feather friend be safe until we meet once again for you hold your own glory as it's told in this tales story Entry For Amy Green's Contest My Deepest Passion G.L. All
I step outside the house this morning And notice a change that's come without warning Yesterday the air I breathed was bitter So much so that it made me chitter Today there seems to be a hint Of the warmth coming after winter's stint The atmosphere seems different too; The sky, a slightly brighter blue There's also a scent that I remember Disappeared completely around last September It seems to be returning now And is that a shoot on that high bough? I, myself, feel different as well There's a certain optimism casting it's spell Over my usual gloomy bent Changing my mood to one of content Looking around at the once bare earth I see the signs of brand new birth I smile at the world, it's new life still young It seems, that finally, Spring has sprung
The rise of Atlantis For this I don't want you to miss Coming of the new world With Justice dressed as it's girl An apple from God's slate Filling the hunger for ones plate Safe harbor to now call home Empowered by minds that love to roam
I have determined to age with grace To show off each wrinkle on my face. I now accept there is more of me Much more than there was at twenty three. There's a sprinkling of the salt in my hair That mixes well with the pepper there. The spring of my life has given way To vibrant colors that will turn grey. I know that Summer must bow to Fall And then Fall will answer Winter's call Every age has beauty I've been told There's bitter sweet pain in growing old.
< The Rose I Suppose Unfurl Petals Magical Medows Long Stem Starlight Gem Crystal Adorn's Table's Born Womens Heart Man's Start Passionate Bliss Velvet Kiss Just One Loves Begun Entry For A Rambling Poet's The Flower Contest GL All
It is cold this morning, my breath a cloud of white No snow yet, although it rained a bit last night My path today meanders around the quiet lagoon Enjoying the white of last nights winter moon Far away mountain peaks are iced with snow Faint sunshine gives them an aerie glow Almost every leaf is gone from the old apple tree But there is beauty in the gnarled skeleton I see Coyotes cry from behind the oak topped hill Perhaps they know harder times are coming still There is a stark beauty in this winter face I find a certain kind of peace in this quiet place For The Winter Couplet contest A winter walk....
Beautiful Venus smiled upon her Mars Diving through time and space, falling from stars With hooded eyes she moved to entice him Green hips waving about, a flower stem When Spring revealed her kingdom to his awe At last Jack Frost's cold heart began to thaw They slowly sway together, building trust and into the virile clay he did thrust Sweet succulent nectar she did siphon In full sun, the fruit began to ripen He grew much stronger, harvesting the field Took such pride in the bounty it did yield But time caught up to him and he grew old Autumn leaves mourned his light that now shone cold Venus held him close and they danced once more his body weakened and her waters tore Taking one last gasping breathe, another The wailing son now proclaims her mother ----------------- Not necessarily mythologically accurate...but a cute little story about the seasons.
SERENITY RESPONSE The winds of autumn blow Creating change The crux of the matter Do I bend or do I break? Willow knows the truth She may weep besides waters deep But she drinks in courage to face the future And bends when winds do blow And in her serenity - she survives 'She accepts the things she cannot change' © Brenda V Northeast 24th Jan. 2011 For Nette Onclaud's- Serenity response The Serenity prayer by Reinhold Niebuhr God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference Amen
"Northward Equinox" (couplet) Northward Equinox starts Equal time of day light and night apart With North pole's six months of day light When the Sun is on same plane as equator, so bright. Dr Ko Ko Thein Salt Lake City.
There are many things that are caught by the naked eye They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry Think my strangest encounter thus far Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car In underbrush and weeds so high Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh Razor edges wrapped around its head For sure I thought it was dead As I moved in closer to take a peek Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked Poor little guy I could do nothing for Except call D.N.R and cry once more As they placed it in a steel cage Heard the officer say it was that of young age When do you think one will learn Gods creatures did nothing in return
It is the seasonal time for gas. It's usually gentle on pass. Favorite when weather gets cold. Age old recipes prepared so bold. Tis natural things, we all do. Some may try, though there is a clue. Cannot mistake the odor it shares. Indeed it is made with natures cares. Warms the body, soul so very well, Though it has a historic story to tell, Tis the season for many more things, Truly it has a musical tone that rings.
I remember summer fun as a child Going barefoot, running wild Catching fireflies in a jar Making a wish on a shooting star Skinny dipping in the creek Playing kick the can and hide-n-seek Riding a stick pony, with an old straw hat Major league ball with a broom stick bat Making pinkie promises with my friend Hoping summer would never end But all too soon the summer was gone And before I knew it, the years had flown Sometimes I wish I could have one day When all the years just melt away So I could go back then And be that barefoot child of ten
Her presence as cool as autumn breeze, Her grey color eyes do faithfully tease. Her kiss as soft and gentle as floating leaves, Her caress as warm as the one she receives. Autumn colors perfect her body's movements. With precious curves, needing no improvements, Her curious laugh that sparkles like the morning dew, Certain words she speaks that deliver clever queue. Even her slight anger intensifies my love so deep. Falling in love in the fall places all issues asleep. Autumn romance sets a warm tone before cold arrives. Truly in this time of year, love endures and survives. written for Sponsor Michael J. Falotico Contest Name Falling in Love in the Fall written by Cecil Hickman
When leaves have fallen to the ground, The time for winter is around. It's time for birds to fly away To warmer lands where they will stay, 'Til gone is winter's icy blast, And spring is here again at last. In springtime all the flowers bloom, And people spring-clean with a broom. Fawns are born and bears awake, And rain again fills up the lake. The smell of the air is fresh and sweet, And the baby birds give a small "tweet, tweet." When summer's come and spring is gone, The skies are clear at morning's dawn. The days are hot, the lake is cold, Yet swimming each day never does grow old. As fireflies light up the night, The starry sky is quite a sight. The leaves are now red, orange and brown, As to the ground they soon fall down. This is a sign that fall is here, But yet the weather is not drear. A chill tell bears it's time to sleep, As farmers finish their harvest reap. The Season Circle is now complete, As winter once again we greet.
I chose to take my only chance to see the world, a windy dance across the fields and o'er the brook pure happiness , the flight I took, and as my day draws to an end, I'd choose to do it all again!
My heart is not into mowing grass. Although I must since I'm middle class. written for Sponsor Susan Burch Contest Name Couplet Challenge
A rifle is not the weapon of choice this year I am not here to try to shoot a deer My eyes, my ears, my camera are the tools I take My desire is to discover incredible shots to make Sunrise's yellows, blues, and pinks burst into view Spiderwebs, intricately woven, outlined by dew Hoar frost's icy fingers grasping clumps of weeds Sumac is naked except for russet heads of seeds Tall pines in the wind, glistening in the sun Chipmunk crossing the road fast as he could run Mushrooms with bright orange domes by the road Autumn in all her glory, her fiery finery I do behold Berries-purple, red and black in the forest bright Quartz crystals shimmering pinks and white I watch a hawk soar easily on the updrafting wind The most amazing sight of all comes at day's end To camp we go as the sun sinks slowly in the west My camera catches scenes of the view I like best Sunset changes her attire as we make our way Crimson blazes to twilight hazes ends this day
The blue burst forth upon the trees with the kind of glow heat lightning leaves The paper wasps and moths agree to incense dust the coral seas As the velvet wonders drowsy yawn the nightingale begins her song They all perform this grand charade to quell the summer's heat tirade The fascination of the breeze leaves rings of kohl on all the trees and autumn exhales all it's zest to bring the earth to her winter rest.
The sun persuaded the earth to move and slip, slip, slip from her summer groove as we climbed to the top of the autumn trees and swayed with the sway of the orange breeze He held in his hand a bouquet of leaves all crackled in crimson he gave them to me Their scent lingers still on nostalgia's page for I laid them to rest, as the season's sage...
I woke to a blustery, windy, chill, Rushing through my windowsill, The room was dark, I lit a candle to find my way, I was far from home on a frozen covered bay, As the light switch went on to my surprise, The world as I knew it was polished and winterized, From inside it seemed marvelous and surreal, Until I opened the door and had a quick feel, The trees shimmered and sparkled, the ground was like fine glass, This moment of glory, was an image I could not pass, Though outside was like the artic, its beauty was a wonderland, The wind consumed with ice pellets hit the house like grains of sand, The porch was filled with crystals a shiny mirror for my feet, I put on my boots and allowed the ice and I too meet, The smoke that floated from my lips was as if I had just put a fire out, I only lasted a few moments before the warmth in me made my insides want to shout, I spent the rest of the day by the wooden stove with hot chocolate on demand, Taking in this piece of art work, an original, from the master's hands. BY: Sabina Nicole
Clear sky above, crisp breeze of dawn gently blowing on our sun-tanned skin. Lost in the autumnal beauty before us, we hear the leaves crackle as fire logs. No bird songs to greet the golden-colored sunrise, only two lonely souls walking as it grows and shines. Many distant thoughts of Yule and gifts escape from us with only joy to embrace. The sunshine feels warm as the morning advances, a few clouds appear and cast a shadow on the waves. This path leads to a rolling hill which we ardently seek, from here dreams never flee to disarm love's heartbeat. Written by Andrew Crisci for Michael J. Falotico's contest, " Falling In Love In Fall "
Chrysanthemums bloom, heralding in fall, Pumpkins bring delight to one and all. The air is filled with fragrances so sweet. Colors of the leaves an artist's treat. Memories of walks along cool lanes, Weather maps show paths of hurricanes. Snuggles in the park watching a game. Hand in hand, each yesterday, the same. Squelching summer heat will soon be quenched. Autumn breezes in my heart entrenched. Chilling winter sneezes, wearing gloves. Nostalgic love: fall and turtledoves. © September 30, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen Written for "Falling in Love in the Fall" Poetry Soup Member Contest Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
Mild August temps bring about to mind, Memories of summer that have gone behind; Fleeting days that lead to autumn are here at last, Summer's solace has left, weeping in the grass; Few girls care to show their smooth toned midriffs, Gorgeous eyes reappear, out from dark sunglasses; The autumnal, brisk winds that have a chilling feel, Makes you want to slow down and begin to congeal; The bleakness and gloom of winter follow suit, Rendering the sun's heat moot. 8-25-13
With muse in hand How do I make one understand I love colors of shaded green Does not make me nasty or mean For it's in our lakes And even in things that we bake It 's canvass for our trees Even sometimes stains on our knees There's hues of bladed grass Where we have all plop our ass Even passing clouds Looking purified and aloud So here I'll stand and raise a toast To the color green on money who everyone loves the most
A risk taker is an adventurer, a taster of the fresh dew; never satisfied until he has found that something so new. Celestial bodies are clearly seen on a starless and mild night, when the grayish sky invites a painter to invent his own light. So fly up and glide over your extraordinary planet, and finally discover what poets and dreamers only imagine to exist in their passionate gesture. The unmitigated impudence of this season has already brought its first, despised pang; changing emerald leaves to dull auburn, reminding me of the briefness of life's span. Can't find any excitement in the boring ways that spoil your day and make you sluggish? Try flying up and glide over this planet's panorama that can grant the spectator's wish. Earth-bound with that satiated feeling, departing from a glorious view and a gibbous moon; glad to land on a snowless ground, too anxious to send up, on drifting winds, my red balloon.
Humble,bumble bee One season's life,fly free Working the summer scene Unless crowned,as May Queen Sometime cousin cuckoo,comes to stay Her offspring eggs to lay A nursemaid,then,Spring to Fall 'Til Winter's death knell,calls
WELCOMING WINTER In mid-winter we will be wed: Oh, that the cool whiteness could be sped ! How my heart waits for her cool embrace And the feel of snow flakes on my face, Running warm through her frosted trees, Watching the river's fastness slow to freeze, And the warmth that follows a ski-run, And the snowshoe races full of fun. Waiting so long is a weary task, Till I'm crumping her white damask Into pearl-grey hollows , And shaping shallow billows. Then our hands touch in warmth and we know There's only a few weeks to go : A smile from each diamond encrusted branch Shows my face all a-blanch. As my love walks close by me in a hush My heart overflows at her special blush. On sunlit silver snow no cold-eyed tear. Oh my heart yearns for wintry land soon this year !
I could tell it was raining before I even heard The pitter patter of little drops Because it was hard for my body to get out of bed again But what am I saying!? It's always hard for me To escape the colored covers and my dreams It's hard enough to exist in reality Let alone be forced into it by the bring of an alarm. It was always easy to make someone laugh It's like this life has been one long headache And my days are one Advil after another I close my eyes hard enough to escape And i can't close my ears or ignore the sound of the clock Telling me to wake up. Telling me to wake up. They say after the rain there's a thousand Poetry submissions titled "the rain" So this will go un-submitted Just like a thousand others
People do anything for money and that's truthfully so. Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow. And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too It is time for you to seek God's face repent and pray. I worship and glorify His holy name every single day. When I don't read His Word I'm really feel bad and sad. So many things and situations make me in fact mad. And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too. The economy is awful and the mighty dollar gyrates downhill. Unemployment is at its worst and my heart is truly ill. Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky. Good times come and go and friends will betray one day too. So many people believe they're very smart. Some rise early and some make a late start. Many watch and hear but they don't listen with their heart. Sometimes I feel fine but now and then I want to cry. I try so hard to understand some many things or hence I try. And some of us wonder if we're living in the last days. It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray. You want all your problems and mistakes to go away. You wish you have more time in your hands to play. Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow. People do anything for money and that's truthfully so. Good times come and go and friends will betray you one day too. There's too much on my plate but there isn't much to do to say. I worry about my future as you make about your way. But in my heart I love you so and always will think of you. I bow my head and pray hard that we can stay alive this day. Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky. It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2009 January,09,2009
Myriads of golden flickering leaves dance, Glinting reminders of coming circumstance. Stately spruces preside as they have done before with certain reserve, they know what's in-store. A hearty clear stream, shares stories from on high with any who will listen, as it babbles by. Stands of birch trees closely huddled together, Warmly blanket their feet, determined to weather. Mossy damp scents with forest aromas convey An urgent message to all that snow is on its way. Succulent cranberries and wild blueberries abound, Last minute snacks for hungry bears around. Still there are a great many bare larders to fill, Burrows to protect; from the coming hard chill. Indeed, there is much work so much to prepare, As night prompts morning with moist brisk air. And at full moonrise, in a deep cobalt sky, Wolves will once again recite lonely cries.
On the brown lawn,yellowed leaves putrefy Temporatures die as daylight hours fly. American doublet form
Ring out the old, ring in the new Wipe out the tears that fell like dew Put on a smile, walk an extra mile Clean out the gut of all the bile Shake off the dust, polish off the rust Hold out your hand in deeper trust Fight out the loss, take up a cause Rid your self of all the floss Take a chance, try out a dance If you want, go to France. Drop the work , take a perk Tell the boss no more to shirk Pick a tale, spin it round Till all your foes fall to the ground Ring out the old, ring in the new Here's wishing you adieu !!
It's that time before Winter and all through the yard run pathways of petals all beautifully charred. An assortment of heartwarming hues can be seen: deep reds and bright yellows and shades in between. How my innocent heart beats with hummingbird pleasure at the sight of these wonderful bundles of treasure! So I say to myself while my heart is a thumping, "No time shall be wasted, these leaves are for jumping!" To the largest collection of colors I race, with laughter aplenty, the wind in my face and the sun at my back, pushing me with its rays, as I spring into Fall without looking both ways. I land soft in the pile that the season provides, as if leaping in laundry just recently dried, and upon my resurfacing what should I see but the base of what seems like a beanstalk to me. I look up at the plant and think Jack would be proud to descend such a towering tree from the clouds. Though it's lacking its leaves, looking lonely and bare, I just can't help but smile as I harmlessly stare at what once was full green, so I shout out "hooray," giving thanks to the trees on this cool autumn day. To you children at play, be your yards big or small, Happy Leaf Leaping, friends, and to all a good Fall!
Whispering tinkles speak to my soul so clear. Curving styles go past as I watch so sincere. Restful unbroken missions set my spirit free. Rolling scents accentuate emotions in me. Scenes such as these are my haven from pains. Emerging sprays from graceful heavenly rains. Pouring down gently they separate the current, In such a stylish way this halts any kind of torrent. This stream that I call natures blessing these days, Has a sanctification of its own in so many ways. As if God has given consent for a miracle of peace. To which has been shared with me in special release. In dedication of the honor that I have to share with you, Praising nature that he gave to me and everyone else too, I write about my precious secret stream for all to know. Revealing its location is to allow one and all to go. Though there is not any one location that you can find. There are many secret places where one may go to unwind. All the wonders of nature drift along any brook or stream. Anyone just has to take the time to find their own dream. Written by Cecil Hickman Date written 09/22/2011 Written for Sponsor Francine Roberts Contest Name Flowing water
looking out from my living room into a day of gloom watching old man winter's blizzard inside warm eating my chicken gizzard people dressed in layers kids swirling in snow are players the flakes come dazzling down all over our country town from tree top to tree top ice falls with a loud pop while the roads remain covered in snow i wish we didn't have to plow- just mow a winter couplet winter scenery
My name is daisy And I like to bask in sun and be just a little lazy Yellow is my domain Don't it want to drive you just a little insane I am a world traveler Dressed in many coated furs I love to lounge by valleys and creeks Even mountain tops at their highest peaks Don't mind my matted hair May be parted but its still has golden flare Been stepped on one to many times But I bounce back every time Members of family had heads chopped off By farmers who want to lower their crops I love to play splish splash with the rain Makes my fragrance drive one insane I can even tell if you like butter By holding me under chin like there's no other So stop by and just pluck me up For I just want to be somebody's butter cup
On my day's journey Think going to a basketball tourney Stopped by sisters house It was as quiet as a mouse Out in her garden she sits Hoe claw and gloves of misfits Peddle pushers to kaboot Gotta love her for she's a hoot She kept digging at those weeds And filling the holes with new seeds I asked if she was tired of this She replyed no as she turned and twist See hoeing your garden Is like a life's pardon You might say it's like losing weight Shedding unwanted pounds you hate The hurries and worries Even if their some kind of snow flurries As we laughed and cried I felt more pride For my sister did it to me once again Helped me weed out my own garden from within
From the window, I can see Snowy blooms on the dogwood tree Cows grazing on pastures green Baby calves, such a lovely scene In my country heart, I seek Words that describe, words to speak So that others may read these lines And find a deeper peace at times God has filled our world with beauty To care for it is our only duty Stewards of the land are we Keeping it beautiful for all to see
How can you ever reap my sweetest fruit When you cut me entirely from the root? A root sage as the last leaf of autumn Descending downward to its unknown tomb With its words of wisdom of which I sing In vibrant voice but you hear me nothing!
Dogwood branch extending, end of summer's bloom Shadows on our windshield, blinking from the gloom The sunny skies are peeking, brightness with a glare Reveals a changing forest, the trees becoming bare Pines are shedding cones, we see them in the road Soon with weighted snow, limbs fall from heavy load Squirrels are storing larder, prepare for future's need Nature getting ready, is planting winter's seed
The cowboy in cascading leaves has lingered much too long, As he sings amid red and gold, summer's last dying song. The sky is clear and blue this day, but change is in the air— Far mountains shine with crisp, white caps and blow cold wind through hair. He softly spurs dreams into a stampede of falling leaves— Wishing that the best of worlds would bring bad men to their knees. He turns his horse to the north and heads for that old line shack— Hoping that the larder's full and come spring he'll be riding back. He trails sweet salmon sunset as brass leaves rustle the breeze— Far sky melts to shining white as snow is held back by trees. He knows hard winter's coming, its cold silver slides in fast— For a time he savors summer, knowing good things don't last. The cowboy in cascading leaves has lingered much too long, As he sings amid red and gold, summer's last dying song.
In a burst of fellow feeling from the sunshine to the earth ripened blooms to be revealing soundless voices yet unheard as they seep into my windows with the sugar scented air set to spark imagination with a certain savoir faire I'm entranced beyond all vision thought to signify the spring and I wake to comprehension and the stature that it brings for I know the movement of the earth relates to every being and I feel the warmth upon rebirth in saplings to be seeing In a burst of live sensations from the sunshine straight to me theres the marked deliberation to be floating, to be free As the scent of passing flowers find their way into my room thus the sunshine overpowers and desires every bloom.
We start out life as blossoms. Then we turn to hues of green. Our resting place is on the wise and mighty oak tree. The oak displays us ever so proudly, way up high. Where we can almost touch the heavens. The sky. We dance in the soft breeze, for all to admire and see. Our purpose is to make air, so others can breath. As we grow old, we'll shelter the squirrels. The birds. We silently sit. We need no introductions. No words. When our time is nearly finished; we'll fade and turn brown. The mighty oak will then set us free. We'll gracefully float to the ground. For our grand finale, we'll slowly vanish into the soil. We'll nourish the oak. Return next season. We're its' servants. We are loyal. We'll begin again as blossoms, and then change to hues of green. Our resting place will be back on the wise and mighty oak tree.
Summer is a beautiful time of the year. Flowers are blooming lovely, and can be seen so clear. Summer is about fashion, food and fun, it can also be the perfect time to run. I love summer because you see a lot of green, and this is when I break out my sewing machine. Summer is a time when you should look your best, so I sew clothes that I think look better than the rest. Dresses, skirts, and pretty blouses, I have even made a pair of adorable trousers. Summer is warm and summer is sweet, and this is when people really feel like a treat. Ice cream, candy, maybe a piece of pie, I love summer so much I hate telling it goodbye!!!
The new is always a novelty, the old just a page in history. Yet nothing is really changing, just this tired world spinning. Life is one monotonous grind, a drag on this restless mind.
As I sit and watch the seasons change Through my dirty window pane I think how my life is so boring The dog is barking and my husband is snoring My son bounces around like a jumping bean He's the most hyper kid I've ever seen If I had wings, I'd fly away Even if for only a day I'd soar through the air so free and light Then go to a casino and play the slots all night But it does no good to wish or complain Guess I'll just go wash that damn window pane
I drink the jasmine .........deep within I touch the sound of songbirds ..........on high I breathe a verdant scene .....onto my page I taste the sunshine ......upon my face I feel my heart .......filled with grace I hear Spring disappear ...and Summer days unlace
I shall write an ode one day, To my lord of the eternal spray, When I can no longer walk the shore, When I cannot endure the heat, Of children starving in the street, And I can no longer bear to hear, The screams of spirits, loved ones dear, And in my ode, I shall ask, What workman could have forged the glass to block the darkest light from fright, Maligning my air, my stars, my night? What engineer could be so skilled, To devise a foam so potent in form, Clearing waste of human storm, The day comes, the sea and I shall be one, And I sing my ode as devoted son, Waiting with kindred until child prays, For our cartharsis of the spray.
Sweet summer days of yesterday I long to see your sun The tanning skin, the smell of flowers, and all of the beach fun The winter has made me an enemy of the days that remain cold In fact the season's dragging on that it's just getting old Through springtime and its new rebirths, I long to witness you The sunshine of the summer sky and the many things to do So, summer days of yesterday, t'is my intention to let you know I count the days to your return, as these winter winds do blow
Sunken to the bottom in the snap of blue delight to simply bathe in glittering and crystal slushing ice Silt and streaks of sunlight blowing through the gills of fish sneak their skin upon my lips to usher in a kiss Winter wilts and stutters as I shine my surface eyes bubbles slipping upward toward the warmth of summer skies Hold my breath to silver while I listen to the flow Giltter lake alive my pulse until I start to glow
Queen Anne's Lace, brittled brown donned in snow instead of a crown off the side of the tar, where the deer still roam bent toward the wind on their freeway home From their bird's eye view the cars blur air They bend in a bow with elegant flair Although they be broken, no speck of green They know their own legacy, royalty preen And once in a while, their subjects take note as I did on last Sunday while using their road As a passenger in one of the whooshing cars Fogging up windows, under their stars I noticed their caps and their grace and their strength I swallowed my voice and gave pause at length They've brushed by my legs in summer, bright green Jeweled earrings of bees, crowing lace between Royal Queen Anne's, brittled brown wears fitting white ice as a noble crown.
Amidst the field of seeding grass,carefree; Lush clover scents the nectar seeking bee.
In the Spring of my life I fell in love and took a wife The children came with so much joy First a girl and then a boy In the Summer of my life Things were good, there was no strife We built a house and bought a new car Everything was great-so far In the Autumn of my life Trouble began with my wife Things got totally out of hand And she ran away with another man In the Winter of my life I'm just trying to forget my wife I don't know what tomorrow will bring I just sit alone and think of Spring
Cinnamon smiles and sleepy cut glass a blur, flowing colors through windows and passed Coffee beans crunched into steam in the air The wind blowing winter through strands of your hair Mountains in slumber and valleys in hush Peppermint warmth from the moment we touch Rest of the world falls in gridlock and twine but we have found peace in our haven sublime. Winter is welcome with smores by the fire We now see the sky, fluid clear with desire The stars reflect frost on the lawn, in our eyes With blankets and thermos we head for the skies Cider and cinnamon, mica cut streams Breathing in pure like the stuff made of dreams We polish our souls, unraveling time for we have found peace in our haven sublime.
I wrested Autumn from the trees to make a melody of leaves, cacophony of yellowed reds, reverberating in our heads, Some crispy brown and olive notes, captured on a breeze that floats, straight to you and through your door, collage of colors on your floor.
Oak and maple trees turn to wines As summer's final sumac twines To autumn's cool amaretto scent Among the season's soft lament. The lattices of amber rose Turn skeletal with fall's repose. The final phase of new moon's chill Brushes autumn upon the hill, While fall's ambrosia soothes our fears Of winter's cool crystal chandeliers.
COLD, blows the North wind Chilling us to the bones WARM, blows the South wind Up from the temperate zones GENTLE, blows the East wind Stirring leaves with a sigh STRONG, blows the West wind Scattering clouds across the sky
Greetings to you, O, lovely sky Show me my precious butterfly Here I am before your majesty Let us live tomorrow in purity Like we were together yesterday Watching the sun faded into gray Time quickly passes Age, suddenly, increases Yet still, I am all alone Sitting on your marble throne Can't you see me from above? As I pronounce to you my love In my own song of soft falsetto Oh, remain to me, not in incognito So, tell me Athena, my love Whom I did not love?
She feels to be broken, cast out and unkempt to be left unwoken cocoon-like and bent The egg shell of winter in powdered dust air like fingers, like tendrils of wilt in her hair Honesty in the room, blue and stiff beaten like egg whites of snow crystallizing horizons Just bury her too early sundown confessions for she's lost in the shells of her pastime possessions
Temperatures fall as daylight hours fly Upon the lawn yellow leaves putrefy. American doublet form
Snow banked high against the gate Walking to school,never late Milk left solid on the cill Ears well muffled,against the chill Rationed coal,eked ,bit by bit Fire grates, so rarely lit. Nights of cold,run into weeks 'Til grass through iron soil,peeked.
After a healthy downpour of rain, Side by side, always the same Today or tomorrow, a simple bow The signal of hope, sunshine must follow A destined bond, family tied Silhouette of unity, predesigned A joyous echo, long established norm Classical collision, ensured, conformed If each color grew tired of the next Would independence leave us perplexed Lava lamp like, these morphing beams The stuff that's only seen in dreams Nature's fireworks, marvel at the sights Curse the sun's interference despite the churning clouds that bring the scent of awaited drops that must descent Which would you then celebrate more Winter, long nights and stars galore and rainy days, bountiful displays or summer beaches and butterfly ways The future may one day demonstrate Impacts of change from the current state For now, uplifting, shoulder to shoulder Beauty, simplified, in the eye of the beholder
Moon shadows,now long gone Birds sing a territorial song Cobwebs glisten in the light Canada geese,talk in flight Misty dew,lips a rose Sleepy moths,start to doze Butterflies awake to the sun Breakfest alfresco,just begun
Lazy days meld into one, summer siestas just begun; Busy bees morn 'til late, honeycombs proliferate. Speckled starlings sing with delight on July swarms in nuptial flight. Swallows circle in storm clouds low, a foraging airshow ,to and fro. Cricket willow on fields green, traditional pastimes in England seen. Gardens parasol bedecked, where picknicing wasps wander unchecked. Basil spreading six feet tall by freshwater trickling small. Tidelines explored on a rockpool beach, driftwood ,stranded,bleached. Hammock sleeping 'neath a halo'ed sun, a signal of September rain to come.


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Didn't she used to block things like that when she was released? I remember parrying towers with her which was nice but seemed a bit OP. Then i played her one day and she could only parry autos
Tyler Perry
Why was the decision made to replace the lifesteal component of Executioners Calling with 25 AD? I felt it was core on Fiora and other melee champs who liked to auto attack a bunch.
There's some more QoL stuff that the OP didn't address that I was wondering if you could do something about, Morello. a) Duelist states that it gains a stack whenever Fiora deals damage. However, Riposte won't add a stack. Intentional? b) If Fiora has two or more stacks, attacking minions won't "queue" the 1-stack version, meaning that you'll lose out on the passive being up. Could you make it so that it does queue the weak version but won't start applying it until the 2+ stack version ends? Would make it a lot smoother, imo. c) This isn't QoL but what are your thoughts on having Duelist stack against monsters? Would definitely help out Fiora's jungle while having virtually no impact on her laning. Would be a cool change, imo.
Only that?? No remake or buff to the passive? No armor pen at all?
Apollo Starling
@Morello how do you feel about Fiora completely missing her theme, flavor, and general mark as a supposed "master duelist" in that she loses 90% of her top lane matchups, which is essentially a dueling lane? Compared to, say, Darius, who completely wrecks people 1v1 Why isn't Fiora a 1v1 wrecking machine? That's supposed to be her whole character, but it turns out to be furthest from the truth. Any plans to actually step her more in line with her theme? Blocking on-hits would help against, what, 5% of her matchups? What about the rest?
Thank god, I love you for this Morello. I just picked up playing her again and I really hated playing vs Jayce... I perfectly timed my W to "dodge" Jayce Hammer E... but hey it's on hit and just rapes you... meeh

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