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I am the ring around Saturn spinning words as particles of ice and dust with the power to transcend I am the original chosen to be right here right now transmitting verbal frequencies through speaking my thoughts into existence I am the heir of omnipotence, born with a direct connection to profound abundance The one whose words will age, yet still have substance; since there are no boundaries attached to my pen I am constant energy Translating personal experience into imagery Vulnerable to tyranny, yet i continue attempting to share some truth through this abstract language of poetry I am the core I am that I am more I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time; the love you feel when you realize how it feels I am the poem that is abstractly direct because I write beyond limits absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz through meditation for several minutes I am the one bridging the gap between the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit The one who is love because I am a descendent of it I am the rhythm that the wind blows I am the beginning and the ending of stories told about the universe and how miracles unfold I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me Judge that I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right So I continue meeting the different parts of me when I meditate and write Who am I? I AM, THAT, I AM
Standing firm we live we give we take we learn we strive to make sure each day enlightens us and brightens us even as light fades to gray may we keep fighting with two swollen feet beneath the body and soul experiencing trials and intense life lessons meshed with stresses may we persevere turn off fear's song may we stand firm as we glide along through shifty winds of change that may cause things to sway rearrange but we hold true inside the values and morality we stand for we fall for nothing we may stumble along the trip we may swerve at the wheel yet we do not lose our grip because no one can eclipse the sun yet everyone heals before they're done Just when situations arise flooding us with pain we despise and just when it seems like our tear ducts are dry from ongoing cries we may think things are on the brink of ending then God shows us the ways of faith by way of love that he's sending Standing firm we live we give we take we learn we make sure every day enlightens us and brightens us as each day takes its turn. ~JSLambert
"The earth is the Lord's and the fullness therein, the world and they that dwell therein" A Psalm of David… Solitary, I stand upon these ever changing shores Where sun, sea, earth and winds abide Where time and tide flow forevermore In a timeless waltz, as one, they reside Within this glorious setting sits a conspicuous ruin A beautiful church built with mortar and stone Stones carved and laid by hands, gifted and willing And now vast blue skie replace the old wooden dome B'neath sits an altar graced by Morning Glory vines Ascending, yet, to the sun and matching blue skies While fragile walls hugged by bougainvillea climbs Well dressed in their shocking pink and white styles And though silence prevails, I hear a choir of nature sing Melodious chants echoing within these broken walls Where the elements congregate and worship in sync... Transfixed; I kneel in worship and my soul gives its all! ~*~ By: Annalise Brigham For: "The Church by the Ocean" Contest" 09/29/11 *3rd Place
Looking At A Butterfly I was looking at a butterfly And I saw God instead. It stretched it's lovely brindle wings And stopped the mind quite dead. For mirrored in its sanctity There was a sacred power That penetrated all of me Till I became a flower. I looked into the depth of it That white hibiscus flower. As I stood there for a moment And I stood there for an hour. And God was looking back at me As its stamen stood right out And the power filled me to the brim And took away all doubt. I heard a Wagtail whistling there In a thick and luscious tree. As day just melted into song I heard eternity. The song then melted in my heart And the Wagtail disappeared And everything that was, was me And the light destroyed my fears.
God named me a straying cloud, and by His perpetual wish I abide... as the loneliest cloud floating on the earth's breeze. I glance below and discover the yellow daffodils pride, and fluttering they dance beneath the apple trees; and as a sparrow I feel the bond. My night visitation is more exciting than broad daylight, I encounter many stars and make them my friends, and they love shining on the Milky Way... looking down on the lonely bay so bright; and tossing their luminous heads, they brightly dance: so happy they have come my way! Even the ocean's waves join them in their play, but their dance is better than theirs, and at such wondrous sight I make verse... being offered their warm company; I am amazed by how they roll and still gazing away, I do admire the spectacle that gladdens me. So often, on my couch I gladly lie to rest, but overwhelmed by empty or moody thoughts, that splendid image flashes in the glow of the sunset; my daffodils still wave and invite me to dance, and I dance with them, making a happy sound... not to feel the loneliness of a lost cloud. Entered in Brian Strand's Adaption poetry contest This is an adaption of Williams Wordsworth's poem, "I wandered lonely as a cloud" Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Beneath the passage of the sun I surrender thoughts to a mindless haze and turn my eyes around to gaze upon the wave of rolling hills, where tender grass is ever growing-- Where cattle graze, with sounds of lowing among the fragrant flowers, wild I will smile and play, just like a child.. and will try my best, with careful step to crush not life, not even one... For in the blades of tender grass that turns to gold upon the fall are villages, in burrows small Their lives must count, both great and small, where smallest ants cast long dark shadows, and workers strive to build a shelter Each precious life, that forges hallows are made by God, forever hallowed I will smile and play, just like a child.. and will try my best, with careful step to crush no life, not even one...
Suddenly, my shoulders shine with blessed liquid, sweet, divine Mouth unhinged to quell the tongue with, oh... just a kiss, just a drop These days we had when we were young Running mad through hot cloud tears soaked and chilled and giggling while we scoffed at future, mid-aged years We'd hurry obtuse with dress and heels calloused veneer from latent appeals to strip off the clothes, to don on the suit The sky opens up and dissolves this pursuit...
Wildflowers dance in the soft country breeze 'neath heavens cathedral of blue. Whilst emerald grass glistens on the hillside still wet with morning dew. The mournful song of the whippoorwill so sad as his song fills the morning air. As I walk along barefoot and pick wild daisies for my long auburn hair. I wade the cool crystal waters of the lil' country stream I so adore. Such heavenly beauty my brown eyes behold...who could ask for anything more. Such a peaceful quiet in the beauty of the country I have found. As cherry blossoms float so gently like feathers that fall to the ground. The weeping willow tree blows so gracefully as it waves to me this blessed day. As the warmth of the sun kisses my skin whilst I wander emerald hills and play.
You are the wild flower in my palm With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth You are the fragile thing I dare not cup, As your petals whittle away under the wind And flit unfettered in the air; Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil As every breath of wind takes another petal from me And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart An overwhelming scent of need- You are the wild beauty in my palm And I dare not hold you to my chest For I fear to crush you To know first hand That caged beauty, is beauty no more.
Sighing softly, a gentle breeze, dances amid my clothes line. Sweet the scent, refreshing tease, as sheets, its hug entwines. This night, on Spring, I shall recline. 2/8/12 For the contest: English Quintain, A Spring Day Sponsored by Francine Roberts
Oh, what a feeling in me. Oh, what a feeling in me To be, on this wonderful day I'm here on this beautiful morning I'm alive in a beautiful way I'm hearing these birds all around me Just singing a love song for me It's a wonderful, beautiful morning By this river that captivates me. It be five o clock in the morning In the joy of this beautiful day The kookaburra how he be laughing In such a magnificent way I think that he knows I am happy This bird he is laughing for me Oh, here in this countryside morning I am filled with such sweet mystery. The river gets into my being As I sit here alone in the dawn It's wonderful, beautiful feeling I feel like I'm being reborn Oh what a sweet combination All this morning, and nature, and me I'm in love on this wonderful morning Just me and this sweet mystery. 26 January 2014 @ 1155hrs.
Quintain Happiness When sunset comes it makes me smile A mystic silence greets me then The birds they sing in grandest style I am the happiest of men When I do spot a fairy wren. When morning comes it gives me joy As darkness fades, and sun shines bright This feeling, nothing could destroy The dawn it gives me such delight As magpie bids the day 'goodnight'. I love to walk down to the lake And watch the ducks swim lazily Sometimes a mist is in the air Then sun shines through so hazily As parrots screech from yonder tree Some folk would say that I'm insane Because I'm filled with happiness From laughing, me I can't refrain I love to feel life's sweet caress The God of love my heart does bless 22 November 2014
The pale face of nature, of flowers and treetops Has been lost without color, behind frost in the meadow Under snow on the fence post, and the ice on the willow So tattered and bobbing, and weary of hiding So weary of biding her time in the fog Tired of the doldrums, tired of the ho-hums , and weary of crying... The pale face of nature, of gardens in springtime Will drink in this morning, to find it surprising! A lekker arrival !! Of sunkissed horizons Is blissfully welcomed with gold in the morning All smitten with cheer ! Trees lean to the side Drunk on the sun Lifting their branches And keeping it near I long for it too As I move out my chair From under the shade To drink in the sun After dark winter days To welcome it here A lekker arrival Is speckled in sunshine I find it to be fine, to bask on my deck! I'll poke out my neck to soak in the bliss And what could be better than this? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ________________________________________________________ For Suzette's Contest: "LEKKER" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A strong drink sits idle in my glass. Two doves sit on the porch and watch me. They warble with great enthusiasm, puffy sirens of the hills. Their language hides the meaning of their words, like the elegant attire worn by common folk. They have everything they need, each other and a nest. A perfect wordless marriage. Communication only through song, and songs for all of nature to enjoy. The grandest love story ever told. https://twitter.com/gregevansauthor http://instagram.com/gregevansauthor/ https://www.facebook.com/gregevanswriter
"Well," She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. "What is it!" The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and holding. "Congratulations." He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, "You have a son." The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal. It was redemption from every wrong thing she'd ever done. It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope. It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. It was the only feeling that existed. They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe. This was her child – her son. And she was his mother. (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.) "It's a boy." she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like she'd known it all along. "My baby boy…" She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. "He's perfect." She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. "Look at your feet – they're huge!" And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, "Hi. I'm your mama." He smiled at her. He knew. He'd known it all along. "And I'll love you forever…" The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room. *Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother who has graced this sacred room.
Beyond the valley mottled clouds and blue Invite all strangers into quiet peace. There sunlight sparkles with the morning dew. The river hears the loudly honking geese. And fragrance from spring flowers fills the air. Each anxious soul can feel his qualms release. A quiet stillness floods the valley fair. Magnolia blossoms show their shining white. A virgin giggles adding her sweet flare. While smitten by the golden sun's daylight, She challenges desires in her mind. Beneath the yellow trees her heart takes flight. Idyllic beauty with God's hand entwined, Resounds His message through nature's converse. Departing there, good virtue still aligned. Delightful flowers fill her universe.
When the night does fade I love it when the Dawn is here When sky it turns an orange shade And then it turns to azure blue I love it when the night does fade I love it when the birds wake up Those songs they sing are heaven made Such joy it overflows my cup I love it when the night does fade I love it when blooms open wide With colours sweet of every grade The whole world seems so deified I love it when the night does fade I love it when the hens cry out Because some healthy eggs are laid When Cockatoos are all about I love it when the night does fade 25 September 2014.
When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets. When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets. When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.
I will sit on the porch, with the August moon The old swing sways, with a sleepy croon ... softly humming to make me smile * In soothing rhythm, all the while while shadowed moonlight knows our tune A lonely owl, and then a lark, calls out to me, within the dark Starlight glistens, this peaceful night, while the moon and I, together, listen * How softly evening whispers twirl, and stir the branches in the breeze The falling leaves around me curl, to fall asleep beneath the trees I'll make a wish, and close my eyes and drink the splendid moonlit night I will sit with the moon for awhile.... while keeping me company, with its gentle light.... * * * *
The smell of the summer night air Takes me back to times we shared You and I dancing beneath the moon Crickets playing a lovers tune Trees full with lush green leaves Whispering poetry to you and me A view from beneath a Missouri bluff Talking of passion, love, and lust Your hand in mine strolling the path Sitting on the deck and looking back Picnic tables and barbecue grills Driving and parking, is this for real? My memory's filled with your sweet love Do you remember that snow white dove? A kiss goodnight under a star filled sky Best friends forever, a promise, no lie It excites me to think that every year Whether life or memory I return here We will create magic again I know On a summer night in the moon's soft glow Copyright © 2009 Lena "Lolita" Townsend *inspired by John Heck's "Summer Celebration" contest
No ripple of breeze could be half as gentle than those tiny feet, as they lightly tread through the open meadow of poppies blooming while morning sunlight lay gold on her head
Sleep with me under the afghan of stars illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours as we ribbon out our lives in whispered stories. ~Whisking up of ink in your eyes white peppered mint while our breath entrances frost on the eve of night fall's wrist We are still intangible, first here, but than a mist as vagrant as sweet stars in their last glory. Shoulders hug the trees with their limbs limp silhouette while we strip translucent star capes to their bows with no regret Moon beam pure explosions to beget and to beget the light with which we pine for now in haste~ Sleep with me under the myriads of minds which slept here before us and whispered in kind We will be stardust ourselves you will find as our wings of illusion unravel.
Sometimes in June It was a lovely June morning; Little woolly clouds drifted high up in the sky, The air was full of sweet scents, Small groves and groups of trees, Silence like little lambs. It was a lovely June morning; Day had broken, Cold and gray, Exceedingly cold and gray, No sun nor hint of sun, It was a clear day. It was a lovely June morning; I gazed about other creatures in solitary, An intangible pall over the face of other creatures, Subtle gloom that surrounded man's life, The joyous in the mist of other nature, Deep thought and tearful happy, Slowly blush the past event away. By Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.
Its Raining… God's Cleansing Tool Cloud-Concerto… How Cool ! Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools… who, don't have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain… … I think I'll go Join Them… Again Amen
Blue Bells, ring their songs of praise, Golden Rods, give brilliant rays, Daisies, dancing all in fun, Asters, bowing in the sun, Poppies, tossing laughing heads, While Johnny Jumps up from his bed. Cile Beer written l955
Her dark eyes reflect Tranquil waters beyond dusk When she does not cry.
Cockle shell candles and firefly lights padding the path to the woods Grass crunched and scattered in weeds and in patterns of the way every garden should look Cobblestone herb baths and sleepy old stars shooting the breeze in the dark Waiting for someone to wish and discover the cobblestone path in their heart Night time is patient and fragile and ancient with secrets just bursting to share Turn up the jasmine and glow in the shadows with eyes open wide to the moon Luxuries lunar light swinging old stars parading their final hurrah Flittering fireflies brush up on moves as they follow the trails of the heart Pumpkin shaped lanterns delight the warm eye orange and gold muted voice Hanging from tree limbs bent down to oblige and also to be understood Fly on with sonar and pipe cleaner wings soaring above all the lights Lit up like secrets, hovering, weaving simplicity's gifts of the night...
The gray exhaust of twelve warm hearths Chased the clouds into the afternoon sky. There stood the stalwart mansion At peace with its surroundings And steadfast with its environs. Beckoning an affectionate greeting Just beyond the bridge, it appears To give light the sublime levity Of being a nuance of darkness. Its façade is as prestigious and lucent As a librarian's bustline in her noblest estate. Its walls of luminous windows Sit still in a kinetic majesty of colors, Like the yew tree in its bounty of crimson berries. This refuge from the current disharmonies Radiates from its midst an unheard music And a conviviality suggesting a vicarious ecstacy. Here, perhaps, is that first step in darkness Of the empire prophesized to come, Bringing its measureless song Of the queen of the northern lights, Whose monarch calms the most vociferous tempest And warms the most bitter winter chill. Here, under the clouds of mortal brevity, Contained are the exotic reactions To long suppers and golden evenings From the replenishing of early traditions, Beyond youth's humblest dreams. The twelve hearths fully aglow, Fueled with only kindling atoms, Tell of a future only they can know And every human mind fathoms. Within these high stone walls, Lit by radiant lamps' glare, Every place an eye-beam falls, There is the glory of confident flair.
Crash! Bang! Poof! The angry leaves assault my roof My canine friend turns end to end, and cries out with a woof I grab my rake and take a break, enjoying autumn's show No haste to battle Zephyr's breath, with such a fine tableau Then a pause and silence falls, and time slows to a crawl Molecules of red and gold in fractal loops enthrall Leafy fingers stroke my brow, a delicate caress Cares and worries leave my mind and harried thoughts regress A second seems forever as I'm lost in reverie A timeless crystal moment of deep serenity Then I stir, my eyes unblur and I roll up my sleeves I put my mind in focus, and begin to rake the leaves See "About this poem" above title for the notes.
Not many see, What it is to be free. What it is to amount, To make every day count. Everything has a story, Though the place your at you say is boring. There's more behind this rundown town. From the highest mountian, To the streets unfound. Where children once played, And by their side their parents stayed. Where the sky may not shine as bright, But to every darkness there's light. Where the creature's of the world find home, While your complaining that the air's too cold. When you're strong, it shows, Planing each day as it goes. Smiling and helping whoever you can, Instead of moping about how much you hate this land. You can't change the way the trees sway, You can't change what's already gone away. But the beauty of the world can take you in, Make you see beauty like you should have when your life began. When you start to appreciate the little things, Like the crickets chirping, And the songs birds sing. You'll find all you needed has been there all along, Only then you'll see where happiness comes from. If to see is to believe, Then there's belief all around. From the starry night sky, To the flowers on the ground. So many find pleasure in all the wrong things, Humanity has overcome, Yet still falls apart at the seams. We're so focused in on money and gold, Before we know it our life has no meaning, Our skin becomes cold. It's never too late, And you're never too near or far. To make the best of things, And be happy where you are.
So young myself, I was naive' There was no doubt, I did believe this babe who was latched inside my womb such ties we had, would always be Latched on, he was, as he was fed Then later on, our hands instead Not tall enough to open gates I'd reach the latch for his escape In time he grew to need more space Strong ties we had, still had their place With loving smiles, I'm watching him He stretched to grow, and threads grew thin And as he reached, and it grew long Our cord remained, still ever strong Years do pass, he's grown, a man Our bonds have changed, but still lives on Love came along, as it should be He's bound with with her, I'm glad to see It doesn't mean our link is gone Songs are sung when lovers part But no song for a mother's heart When new adventures come one day Those new roads take him far away The man he is, has been set free To be the man he wants to be The child he was is never gone She's letting go, yet holding on If once, one wish were mine to choose So many do my thoughts pursue But one within my heart still yearns If just one day, the clocks would turn Together you and I would be Sitting here among the trees I would lift you up upon my knee Just like I did when you were three...
Look around,embrace life,smile, Even if it's only once in a while, Gods' world,acres of entertainment, Learn to laugh,enjoy your environment, Umbrellas out,the birds are soaring, Two parrots pecking,so adoring, The king of water,angry river roaring, Water racing each other,raindrops pouring, Snake shaking his rattler,rumba girls luring, Woodpecker sharing knock,knock jokes,ohh so boring, Visa-card in his poach,kangaroo touring, Owl seeking more wisdom,bird brain storing, More hay over here,horses neighing, Green,green pastures,the donkeys are braying, Twenty four-sevens,happy hens are laying, Do you catch the drift,of what I'm saying, Now open your eyes,see what I'm talking about, Hope it put a smile on your face, Or pulled a laugh from your mouth....
'Tis strange where we should get the notion That poetry expressed in motion Should within the human form reside. When nature gives us many chances Unpractised and ephemeral dances Like in a muddy field when sheep collide Truth is, that nature's not so humble And doesn't mind the dancer's stumble There's nothing that it ever seeks to hide Uncaring it leaves all revealed And is not shamed if one small field Has crazy sheep and one long muddy slide They're mad, they're bad, they're having fun Those naughty sheep and every one Is doing what convention has denied The hillside's muddy, wet and slick With crazy sheepies sliding quick Down to the bottom, down where sheep collide. Many count good nature's fare The birdsong and the country air Among the wonders of the countryside But strange delight can yet be found In woolly bodies sliding round A simple muddy field where sheep collide. While nature guides celestial spheres In cosmic dances, it appears, With majesty the earthborn are denied Down far beneath in mud and grass A sheep slides on its woolly a***: A sense of fun, though not a sense of pride.
She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.
I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun and greet you in the misty morning light I am the steady and rolling drum beat echoing from the jagged heights above I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters' and the freedom birds of love I rise above the white summer clouds in lilting songs of grace and roam with the western tail-winds to take you home again I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty of love hope and faith I have come to tell Dedicated To P.D.
This is Mine, All Mine by Chuck Keys Fall day, perfect, Sunny brisk alive. Filtered rays of sunlight. Shimmering through semi barren trees Almost skeletal Scattered blown leaves Patiently waiting their first winter freeze, So - very serene, calm, barely a sound, A bird or two chirping Sounding lost, Looking about ready. There, a small sparse bush Proudly showing a tiny new green innocent bud, Nonchalantly waiting about. His chance to grow, Fading with shortened cooler days coming On the trail, my dog, At my front, back and … side, Protectively jumping, sniffing, flying, yelping Majestically prancing about and over, Manly pawing his ground, Feeling heat from The October daytime warmed earth Dried decaying broken leaves of time fading, In motion, Wind behind his gate, Cantering soundlessly but hard, manly Racing airborne paws; Panting with passion, drooling in chase, Soaring gleefully effortlessly in-flight, ... off the ground ... leaping high, higher, highest Endlessly into the wilderness, On his ground. His movements … echoing, uncontrolled. The tamed beast; driven as ever, Head locked rigid aimed forward, high, tongue draped aside out Eyes opened squinting into the wind, starring affront Nose twitching alive on fire in hunt, Tail erect, straight as an arrow on Legs in sync with one another, together Body pulsing as one, muscles taught, On guard, with pride and ownership. He stops, panting eyes piercing, … side to side, front to back "This is mine, all mine" ... he says ... he says to his daddy.
Open the windows. Open the doors. Let the glorious sunshine in. Remove the dust. From the floors. Listen, the birds are singing. A happy, happy tune. In April, May and June. Live life to the full. It's never dull. Feel the vibrations. And the thrill. Over whelming you. Stirring your soul. Lifting you up. To where you belong. Begin the day with a song. Life is wonderful and a joy. It's there for you to enjoy. To the country side. And the sea., I go. I hope to meet you there, you know.. I feel I want to shout out loud. To thank, whoever made it so. Made nature grow. The sun to glow. The flowers to bloom. Come out of your lonely room. I hope to see you soon. ...................................
Willie Wagtail Willie wagtail wakes the morning With his song outside my room He tells me that the day is dawning And sings away all shades of gloom. Lovely bird, back black and shiny With his belly creamy white He sits there on a roof so finely Giving my Soul sweet delight \ 'Morning's here' his song is singing Every note so loud and clear As his song to me is bringing A feeling oh, so sweet and dear. 26 August 2013 @ 0657hrs.
(Duo rhyme in Honor of Mary Ports) Butterflies & Moonbeams Of things that inspire I will write Whether things of day or by night Butterflies and silver moonbeams Upon the quiet water gleams Azure heavens where a hawk screams Sunsets repainting awesome themes Trees shade meandering cool streams Yellow Stone where old faithful steams Fireflies & double rainbow dreams All made of magic so it seems Enchantments entice my delight With wonder I will dream tonight ©Diana Dalton 15 July 12 __._,_.___
Magical crescent moon Shining on the path below Lighting the way for lovers Together as they stroll Exploring the enchantment Of the animals and the trees Finding their own Utopia Beneath natures canopy Together they may hear A love birds sweet melody As the crickets and a bullfrog Seem to join in harmony Sparkling stars and dewdrops Fireflies dance about merrily As winds song within the leaves Plays a lovers symphony The smell of jasmine in the air Rose and chamomile so sweet With just a soft hint of patchouli A lovers perfume as they meet The mystery and excitement Passionate kisses, perfect date These two lovers souls connect In this mesmerizing place
Gazing at the stars in a beautiful night sky, she feels the silent wind slowly passing by. As the cool gentle breeze caresses her skin, it ruffles her dress again and again. As the waves from the ocean cover the sand, the wind sways her hair as she brushes it with her hand. She stands with a smile in the light of the moon, hoping the breeze will come back soon. Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Published by Publish America
It could have been you Hiding behind the post Stretching out your arms Your tiny face upturned To the early morning sun Waving at me softly While swaying with the breeze It was only wishful thinking... But you look so much the same that I walked a little closer and nearly called your name A scent so very subtle Drifted through the air Reminding me of the last time I tied a ribbon in your hair I picked the wildflower for you But you're much too far away Shall wilt before you see it This one I picked today Against the velvet petals You won't get to press your face But together we will pick the one That grows up in its place I'll save this in our special book Pressed between the pages And hide it in our secret place We've known about for ages The next time that you come again.... You'll know right where to look!
Sifting warm sand through my fingers, shimmering fine grains glitter my palm. Sand, filled with life's memories of nut brown days of summer. A soft silk breeze formed dunes with our dreams that summer when we danced to the stars. My heart laced yours listening to the sea undulating waves of emotion as we kissed on the velvet strand. I still hear the rhythm of the ocean. Waves tumbling in unison, a sweeping sound gently caressing as we lay silently listening to sand shifting over stone to the faint chiming of seashells. My first love a sea salted embrace on a breast of sand. The memories forever held in the sand in glitter on my hand.
Delicate butterfly orchids stand paper thin and tall Perfect pout pink lip-gloss kisses with proud protruding power jewel centre Ephemeral Angels sign of life and hope renewed strength and passion Powerfully poised petals gently nod affectionate 'I love you's' long since they were given as gift bringing forth renewed romantic setting an idealistic reminder every day
Longing for solace, for peace, Within this world of hostility, Late at night it is found, for a fleeting moment, An ephemeral glimpse of eternal strength Beneath the lofty arching canopy, She lingers, she listens, Be still Emerging through the tranquility, singing surrounds her In the darkness, Thrusting branches yawn, and stretch, and cry The luminous moon casts laced shadows across her path, Leaping and swirling like a pool of dancing jasmine, She lets the night air envelope her, In a cocoon of serenity, She is safely spun, betwixt whispering winds and silvery silken threads of moonlight She is at peace, She has found her home, But then, By the slanting light of a dewy morning, The window into this world of balance and harmony, Is once again sealed….
Moon's Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways Moon's Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim's Place Moon's Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display Tho' She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase The Unknown and Known Questions Raised Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says … My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven's Face That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace Borne At The Blessed-Beginning's Base My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray … My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay – My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase And Beams Brighter Now … Tho' Slanted-Gaze … The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River … … Moon's Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace Moon's Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways Moon's Pilgrimage … Into The Night's Embrace … …
Obsessed with the thought of you wondering if it's only me or if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said and if you meant them how I took them or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head Obsessed with your very sentences Every response I take personal I know it's selfishness Have you not noticed my eyes? They hold secrets that only you can unlock if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust and other things I obsess over so much I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created where only you and I reside I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I begin to cry and think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair I know it's unfair but I don't care I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips, I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....
I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one. I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, in the World up to that day. And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay. A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white. She became the best friend I'd ever have, you might say we were tight. I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall. Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all. I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day. Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way. The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff. A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff. As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced. And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice. Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay. This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day. Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete. I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet. Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone. But it didn't really matter, for we always knew the way home. As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below. Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does. The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in. They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend. At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow. Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show. Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow. The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear. We'd talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here. Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song. At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged. He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car. I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar. From inside his car he played a song he'd written, while he had been there. I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete. Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.
Inner sanctuary envision harmony and mental clarity focus on a journey of possibility Meditate on transformation and awareness of inner state peace and healing Constructive thought instruct your mind to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice Where you can't see the wood for the trees under your nose is the path of freedom wholeness Put aside perceived struggles revitalize, relax, respond to body, mind, heart and spirit Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal bring about personal healing and conscious awakening Stillness of mind – concentration Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal beyond all negativity away from all interuption To allow time for self communication and expression of inner self Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and sights of nature or universe realisation comes in various form and shape causing us to feel life in fullest expression Connecting – whispers of wind radiating everpresent warmth of sun a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards connecting right back into where we are at right now unmoved unchanged and as we were Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or be judged let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility intelligence of knowing others wisdom of knowing self strength in mastering others power to master oneself Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – whatever – doesn't matter how you refer to it on personal level energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – to have enough is a richness in itself accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself
My eyes are all out of breath A day such as this feels the calm fingers ........ of eternity In this....the morning of a new year change stands on the horizon Yet, earth feels no quiver ...the air weaves no motion in the shafts of wheat to mark the soundless trail by which the seasons pass So hushed a day is this that one mere leaf floating earthward with compliant sigh would send the echo of it's whispering across the purple arches of the sky can I? should I? even try to write a poem? for, who am I to describe? a q u i e t b e a u t y t r a n s c e n d i n g a l l e y e s this gift from God ____________________________________________________________
As a peaceful wind pushed long and free simple love had arrived in perfect time with a song of jubilation rolling pure through the valley a seed of love took flight in summer winds free simple love had arrived in perfect time as I lay naked upon ancient rocks of graceful light a seed of love took flight in summer winds free Gods grace in delicate strokes touched me as I lay naked upon ancient rocks of graceful light with a song of jubilation rolling pure through the valley Gods grace in delicate strokes touched me as a peaceful wind pushed long and free
Trees still denuded but burgeoning with buds Will soon be bedecked in the brightest of duds. Small birds renew flitting amid bursts of bright song While crocus heads from the soil shyly push up along. Freshness and newness is what they declare When brightness and music do fill the air Hope and joy in simplicity blend With which no other season can ever contend. Summer's profusion ,autumn's decay, Winter bleak, brightened but by Christmas Day Yet spring with its simple and artless style Young and old alike doth beguile. Vivaldi's Four Seasons, a work of great art, Depicts the cycle with humour and heart But the princess of seasons stands merrily played To leave the rest in its shy little shade.
I wake to hear a robin sing And opened wide the doors of spring! There are gossamer glints of gladness now! Tiny buds are wearing green Green dresses hills, upon the brow, And paints the twigs of every bough Green tiptoed in while I was sleeping. She roused the meadows from their beds. She cheered the willows, sad from weeping. She poked her head and said hello I'll plant a sprout and do some weeding She calls me to the garden shed! ______________________________
Extraordinary, I am Craving for unusual thoughts Endless exploration without boundary Understanding the gift I shouldn't fought Invisible drawings in my mind Playing with the words in my head My passion The food of my soul I feel so lucky The random thoughts A lifetime companion A self esteem builder A goal planner Be my forever life saver I write more I talk less I want to please I chose to bore What tickles me the most Is to know what I'm for Thinking is my love When my mind goes empty That's when I hate My day dreaming lust Organizing things in my mind Playing roles of simulation Where images of art is my vision And words of attitude is my heart
He slowly opened the window sash Deeply breathing the cool morning air Feeling the warmth of the sunshine Embracing the morning so completely Bringing the spark of life to his face Listening to the sonnets of Warblers Inside the beauty of a summertime dawn… Slowly wandering to the Lilac gardens Resting on the soft greenery tufts He leaned into the white purple blossoms Inhaling deep the warm honeyed perfume Feeling the silk tendrils upon his face As the pure tiny droplets fell upon him A baptism in a pergola of morning blooms… The gentle whisper of Monarch's in flight Brought him to his feet in easy chase Reaching out chasing the sound of flutter He tumbled down the slope laughing Laying in the flower bed he reached skyward Decreeing the miracle of Mother Nature, he said "I only wish I could see it"…
Enter a storybook tale Where I can be The heroine you hail Lucid dreams of soft reflection A touch heated with lust and desired protection A breathe a gasp as we succeed Join the fairytale with me Valiant night within dark eyes the right movement and I make them shine like moonlight on the steamy hot spring care to follow for a little dip with me Trailing like the water at my fingertips Grasp me around my hips As close as the breeze on my skin Whisper lies as I let you in Lips mumbling up my thighs bare heart exposed to the sky fire burning in my veins Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave Trembling with desire Take me till we've lost count of the hours enter this storybook tale Where I can be the heroine you hail
Be Still....... I will walk with God In the beauty of the morning While the dew still lies upon the ground While the birds still sing their morning song And while the evening sky still twinkles like neon lights And the sun still rises with its golden glow bathing everything in glorious light And in The evenings quiet where I live has entered its time of rest at calling dusk He still holds me tight in His warmth under downy wings soft like clouds that puff and blow across a horizon that only God could grow to water and shelter a land dependant on His goodness- Yes I still walk with God in great expectations- reliant on His promises of always being with me- And He- even amidst the horrors of war famine and disease and evil atrocities born from the darkness of evil- His promises are still new every morning that I wake- and He still bears me through the trials and carries my burdens and makes them light- He is still my Father- And He is still My Lord and- He still- Knows my name. © Brenda V Northeast 16th march 2012
Rainbow Colorful arch Heavenly gracious light Glorious feeling from above Colors © Joseph, 8/19/07 © All Rights Reserved
One little flower Nods in the delicate breeze As the crickets hum
She, Of The Cosmic Essence Aware Of A Power Aware Of A Presence And Aware Of The Need For Our Desire To Rise Higher … and Higher To Our Optimum Height Patricia … You Are Like The Alaskan Lights Those Northern Flares and Colors In Cold Night Floating Dreams, So Mesmerizing Patricia, Brings It To Her Poetic Themes Such Are The Verses She Shares To View And Reading Them, She's Showing You Her Cosmic Essence Insight Oh Patricia, You're An Alaskan Light … So, Keep Reaching, Keep Speaking … and Write ! For The Girl, Who Shared A Comfy, Snug Book Read On One Of Her Snowy Days … (Via Her Poem- 'Autumn's Passing' Also - Your Poem 'Journey' is One) See … It Brought Back Some Wonderful Memories To Me … Your Poet-Friend, The MoonBee
FISHING Besides love men need fishing, And for both, most are wishing, Catching trophies chosen best, To be envied by the rest. Fishing is a game of sport Loved by all, both tall and short. We must fool the fish's eye, If we plan to stir and fry, Some use boats while others wade, As they fish the sun or shade. Ice-cold drinks help pass the day, While life's troubles fade away. Most men feel they've everything, With their rod, hook, cork and string. Be it river, pond or lake, We all pray our line won't break. By Tom Zart
a single white rose given to the one you want - apoligized to
part 1 We bend low under over-hanging branches lit by reflected river-light gently shifting. Our boots suck the muddy bank. We wade into clear water the dappled up-light playing on our serious faces. Intent on our task hands plunge. Cold-shocked I gasp. You hold your jar steady. I scoop mine. Triumphant in a shower of icy prisms we hold our prizes aloft, laughing and shouting, water streaming down our arms, jars teeming with tadpoles. Faces pressed close to these underwater worlds, we stand transfixed. Each reflects a small disc of sparkling sky. part 2 April trees rake scudding clouds. Far away farm dogs bark at wind-snatched shouts of bird-nesting boys. Somewhere, a cuckoo calls. In the back garden a blackbird stakes out his territory. Ignoring him the cat purrs, yawning in the sun. While unnoticed on the garden table beside a upturned jar, a sprinkling of flattened tadpoles commas drying in the sun. The bored cat saunters by, her tail held high in the shape of a question mark.
If the world were full of hippies there'd be nothing left to prove except peace and understanding and a little bit of groove Noone would be homeless Like many live today We'd build beautiful communes where anyone could stay Together we'd make music to the beat of mother earth there'd be no fighting or war Everyone sharing equal worth We'd grow our own vegetables and create trinkets to sell We'd open up our minds break free from our shell Every colour and every race would teach one another we'd become a united family every sister, every brother We'd bless all gods creatures show respect for the land Give free hugs to everyone openminded to understand Nature would speak to us Our world would become one with peace and understanding and a little bit of fun
soda sparks and lemon juice on every lip and candle wick explosion of the champagne kind to bubble brains and swirl the minds when summer limps upon two heels we break our vows and kneel to feel the rhythm of the losing heat when soda sparks in weak appeal as sidewalks bend their thoughts to me while overactive melodies complete themselves in summer nights I barely fall without a fight and candles dim and lights grow white I know the drill, tonight's the night I lick the summer off my chin and grab September, and head on in...
They are along the edge of the woods, in the meadow along the mighty river, in a little crack in the drive way, in orderly spaces in well groomed gardens. They are in old, forgotten cemetaries, in hedgerows along schools and shopping centers, in ballfields, along ponds and ditches, they popp up on cliffs, on top of windy hills, in an old and abandoned flowerbox, or almost empty clay pots. They grace parking lots, the side of the highway, they wind up mighty trees, fences and gates, they thrive between the corn, wheat and barley, they climb old barns, forgotten homesteads, they spread out when left unattended, to mark the spot a family once, so many years ago, took pride in owning. They are a prophet of seasons to come, they are a splash of cheer and color, they are visited by bees, bugs and butterflies, they soothe us with their eternal scents, and they always bring a smile to my face.
'..'.''……. red dawn tickles flirting dragonflies on palettes kissing wind's delight clusters of boughs glint on trees cuddling nectar on arms, sun whispers love a twirling feast all creation sipping dew! © *Inspiration from the best dawn scenes in the world: Santa Monica - CA, The Rocks- Australia, Waikiki Beach-Hawaii, Boracay Isle-Philippines …….. . .. …. … Contest: Linda- Marie's Poetic Art By nette onclaud
The earth trembles in fear As the sky goes through yet another rough time Tears falling from the sky Falling on me, as I walk into danger The cool breeze calming my spirit The whispering wind telling of her (depressing) story Its beautiful to me The earth is alive yet again You have the darkness Which turns into light You can't have a rainbow Without any rain
A song of a sparrow in the springtime. Birds chirp a lullaby at the peak of the morning sun. Speedy is the dragonfly, wish I could catch just one. Clovers fill the meadow and daisies are in bloom. Brilliant as the rainbow heanen's scent perfumes. I hear a sparrow singing sweet tunes of joy and glee. Sing a song sweet sparrow, sing a song for me. As springtime goldenrods glow. I see a sweet sparrow perched upon a rose. Elegant are the carnations, and honeybees buzz me by, God's mighty creations of tender springtime. I hear a sparrow singing a joyful melody. Sing a song sweet sparrow, whistle in the breeze. Lilacs spread their fragrance. Daffodils line the creek. In the wind the lilies dance, and crickets chirp at my feet. I hear a sparrow singing such a sweet tune. Sing a song sweet sparrow, lift the morning dew. Sing a song the prince of love and let the music flow. Drowning in sweet melodies I open my window. Perched upon the cedar tree a mighty little bird. Singing tunes of springtime for all to be heard.
As the butterfly Hovers near a peach blossom Its shadow follows
Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy as I pass the archway to the sea. Onwards to the village, busy cafes, the aroma of coffee brewing, as a power of teens gather, texting. I venture down a chestnut lined road under a canopy of Copper Beech where bright shafts of sun illuminate a lane of lavender a sea of perfume wafts the air. Climbing an incline, hills in view, the distant sobbing of water sounds a trickling brook emerges ambling through magenta heather and thorny gorse. I reach a stile, entrance to the woods where a carpet of frosted red cyclamen bleeds down to a deep dark glen. A chicory lake lies there, frozen as a mist uncurls between reeds. The granite hills, soft with snow, luminous against a whale grey sky. A copse of pine trees surround a curving river where trout pout, bubbling. At the fold of day, returning hom The pale sun sinks the horizon as stars tremble into a velvet night
. under the tree sunlight picks through the leaves no need to count sheep .
It waits... A prickle about to lodge In the heart of a Mighty Light Above the low-dipped setting sun The Knightly Night prepares to come To lift me like a rising fog Up to greet the countless stars - That twinkle at a Sun's descent. The horizon painted with lullaby Of colours and their somber tune Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains And quietly it goes to sleep. Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day Begins a fierce protest of dreaming thoughts Now stirred awake. Then out of the thick and cluster And whatever dangers of flight await Newborn wings of thought emerge And rise and rise and rise Captured by the winds of Night - Arisen To wander heights To kiss the skies To dance to the gentle humming Of spirit drums - Wings beating A duet with the breeze. So when day comes breaking through Dawn is greeted by what was writ At the festival of it's eve. With merriment's ink: A Kiss; A dance; A song etched deep: Art carved out of sky. Title: Night Poem
I could happily sit amongst trees all day Watching the river flow and animals play I could breathe in the comforting perfume of the earth And embrace every minute of natures' sweet mirth I could live in the country for the rest of my days With the only intrusion being that of sun rays The birds will bring music to my ears, and a smile to my face And I can live in serenity at my own pace I will grow up alongside the trunks Of each tenacious tree the spectrum of colours will bring me such glee I won't ever get lonely Not here on this land With the wind as my sister And each day unplanned
I stand still and silent, My eyes are closed but I can picture in my head, What I would see in this late summer scene. I can hear the young children screaming and shrieking at play, The squeaks of the playground slides, swings and see-saws, The gentile gossiping of girls, The angry football cries of boys, The gentle chuckles of old men a women trading tales. I can feel the smooth, soothing warmth of the suns last few rays, The soft blades of grass beneath my feet and between my toes, A soft summer wind runs its fingers through my hair. A smiles plays across my lips as a graceful sense of calm falls upon me. I am brought out of my trance by the sound of my phone, I answer it and hear the most angelic voice. The only way this day would be become better was if the owner of this voice was with me, As I think this a pair of hands slides around my waist and a head rests on my shoulder. I know that touch and that scent. We stand in silence for a second, a minute, an hour, Who knows? He is with me, making this day pure bliss and perfection.
My heart decided long ago That life is for adventures, and That bound'ries flow like rivers flow. Though people told me what to know, I'd weather ev'ry reprimand -- My heart decided long ago. I fought false rhetoric, and so Set out across an unknown land, Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow. I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow -- I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand -- My heart decided long ago. I felt the winds of wisdom blow -- The breath of Life, and Her command -- That bound'ries flow like rivers flow; And on Life's river now I row, My destiny within my hand; My heart decided long ago That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.
Going fishing with a cane pole and a can of worms and hooks and a bobber too Down at the fish- ing hole there stand a might- y oak the best place to fish and lie in the shade of the big oak Down at the old fishing hole that dad and grandpa fished at before me is the best place on earth Specially on a hot summers day to fish and swim and lie in the shade of the tree Summer is the time for fun Playing with friends going swimming and fishing at the best place in the world is the old swim- ming and fishing hole It has been there for a hun- dred years FUN
Living in the mountains, with all of its tranquility Able to do things with my versatility At first I wasn't standing all so strong Now getting the feeling that this is where I belong Just living in the mountains, makes me feel high Storms break open, through the night sky Waking up in the morning, the beautiful crisp air That wonderful feeling, I can always bear Sitting in a bus, travelling from place to place Gazing out the window, the smile on my face With rolling green hills and rivers that flow My smile gets bigger, the more I glow Walking through the bush, everything is green It's absolutely beautiful which is all serene I wouldn't trade the mountains for the city at all Because the mountains makes me stand so tall
I am the weeping willow Inside your garden green And I hope that you can hear me Hear me as I scream Into your bedroom window As you soundly sleep To that quiet thumping Of your heart-beat And I hope that I am with you To make your day feel bright But I've gone and went so far away To a place that won't feel right Until I see your shining face Shining out into the world Shining out to give me sight, Because it seems so lonely here without you But you get me through the night And into the morning Because I think you might, have Dreamed of me last night Dreamed I would be coming home To hold you close to me. Now I miss you more than breathing And I am writing you a song To help your patience wait for me To help you feel like you belong And your inside my long-lost heart. Inside my long-lost song. Because I think you might, have Dreamed of me, inside your garden green Dreamed that I would sit and sing In the right piano key To help you through your nights and days To help you think of me. Now that I have made it here I don't know why I'd ever leave But then I'll think of how you'll smile When you finally see This plan I have for the two of us This plan won't believe So we'll bring along a camera To capture of memories, To keep them deep inside hearts , To keep them in our dreams, And I am the weeping willow As we float downstream Like something from a movie Or something from a dream. I just want you to know that I care That I think your perfect, And you'll see when we get there I'll bring that smile through To see those bright eyes shine To see the real you. I miss you And I don't think they understand How I wish I was a child And you my mother's hand And I am the weeping willow Inside your garden green That intrudes upon your loneliness And intrudes upon your dreams And I hope one day you'll love me Like a love I've never seen You'll intrude upon this loneliness And intrude upon my dreams
A summer's day is like a dream, The sun that shines, the flowing stream. The bird's that sing their summer song, A perfect day that last's so long. But not so long, for when night fall's, The cool dark breeze, the wild life calls. Owl's awake to find their prey, The moon's their sun, the night their day. And so the darkness turn's to light, Another day bid's good bye to night. The grass is warmed by the sun's bright ray, Another dreamy summer's day.
Profound silence felt and revered, stirring an awesome emotion, which stillness repeals whenever brightness shines; and the primroses' scent spreads the delight of the mild season. What do the stars tell a lover's heart...palpitating in tranquility, amid shadows that advance with the pretty fireflies? Dream, and reprieve from the loss... hoping that love doesn't lay at rest, but chooses to celebrate 'till after the evening, and tell romantic tales. The invisible crickets chirp, somewhat awkward to the ears, I'd rather hear the coos of the owls, which are richer and more harmonious in sound, but where are they in this darkness, unless they are mating in the willows of the lake? Our blanket is spread on the wide Sheep Meadow, with a superb view of those Manhattan's skycrapers, towering over us as sentinels in castle's towers. Juliet wanted to taste this freedom, embracing and kissing her handsome Romeo, not fearing anyone intruding in her paradise, unwilling to leave anytime soon; and unruffled, she would continue to love him. What do the stars tell a lover's heart? Accept the lovely rose that he offers you, and adore it, because it has no thorns, to make you bleed in despair; Sing with him a beautiful sonnet that Shakespeare wrote for his lover who crossed the Atlantic ocean, when ships took months to reach America's shore.
I'm thinking of the little birds That fly away in fall, And return when the balmy breezes Make their beckoning call. Today they fly above the clouds Snow dancing in their faces, Searching for a place to land Where the sun shows it's graces. Tomorrow they will take to air To find the snow has gone, And return to my little tree With bright and cheery song. Cile Beer written l955
I love sky I love trees and sometimes I can feel the breeze. I feel like I can fly With the wind pushing my hair back so lightly the trees are waving My hair is swaying so is yours as we glide together as we watch the sunset go bye and once again I can feel the breeze the mountains are high so so high they are so high see them see them yes to protect me as I walk across the lake I love the lake it is so big big big big I love big do you like big? I like the mountains do you? they are so straight like a statue do you think? the mountains are high in the sky I love to just watch the sunset go bye so quiet and slow like the clouds I soar through the sky I love soaring through the sky
The ponderous fog lifted early, now the widening bounteous blue makes its presence known, my feet stay on the ground, but my eyes climb an upward journey passing slowly in review and as big as passion itself. I'm gently carried to another height, a caressing contentment and quiet period where the depths of inspiration seem limitless among the sculptural mountains that slope near, then irregularly lift and fall, and beyond every heightening, a new heightening waits. Resting on the mountaintops, one huge cloud with scalloped edges of mighty morning shine, and lingering high above are the smoldering sunbeams, therefore, ranks of gold in scattered grandeur are put on view wherever it falls. A wandering river coursing unhindered, alongside, verdant fern that's spread out like green lace, but also sated pines in their stateliness of movement. Reaching for mountain peaks so that serenity stretches out its sensors to relieve any inner restlessness or turbulence while steadying my hurried pace.
O Lost and Weary Knight A heavy heart has led you to this hidden grove This fortress nestled in warm darkness Come to me; collapse into my outstretched arms We will fall among the tender bluebells Rest your tired head upon my lap And feel ... With every breath exhaled The sorrows weighing upon your anguished brow Disappearing ... Taking to flight on agile wings Dissolving... into trickling rays of sunlight I will collect each happiness we discover together String them along, into a glimmering crown for your head Clasp your hand in mine Allow me ... to kiss away those cold, heavy tears As I cradle you to sleep with gentle lullabies While time ... Slowly fades away into nothing And locks us eternally in our hidden fortress ... I will give you peace, my Lost and Weary Knight
The lake was still sleeping a light mist rose above, a weathered dock could be seen, its aged wood; full of memories. The air crisp, breeze light, trees majestic; watching all. Squirrels busy scampering, as a flock of geese soared above. Way over yonder clear across the still lake, shining brightly were yellow shutters, on our cabin; our special place. We had toiled the garden planted yellow roses with great care, we had painted the old wood shutters, yellow paint; speckled our hair. The roof we re-shingled, one painstaking nail at a time, we even counted the ouches; when our hammers got out of line. With nothing but smiles on our weary, aching bodies, we held hands, and went running, into the still of the lake; giggling. We swam out to the dock, it was a race; he won, my hand he took laughing; as he quickly scooped me up. Our toes dangled playfully sending ripples in the lake, as we gazed at our cabin; yellow shutters; fresh with paint. The trees swayed slightly as if nodding with approval, for our cabin by the lake, was our private sacred jewel. As we cuddled together warmth filled our souls, for our bright yellow shutters, symbolized, our love's blossoming growth. It was on this very dock, air crisp, breeze light, when he gave me a yellow rose; and asked me to be his wife.
It is finally here, What we have waited for. The cause for much cheer, Is the season we all adore. Time to dig out the shorts, Now that summer has begun. Maybe play some summer sports, That is always good for some fun. We can go for a swim, Or play sand volleyball. When it is not in a gym, Is when it is the most fun of all. We might be hand washing cars, Maybe we are sleeping in a tent. We may be gazing at the stars, Regardless it is outdoors where most time is spent. Then there are the simple pleasures, Like a relaxing nap in the shade. Or the many hidden treasures, Such as ice cold lemonade. There are also the events, From which certain aromas contain. Providing unmistakable scents, From fresh cut grass or a warm summer rain. Enjoy it while you can, For unfortunately there is no doubt. Just as quickly as it began, Summertime will soon run out. Leaving us to anticipate, Summers glorious ways. Yearning for the next chance to participate, In the wonderful summer days!
Arriving there, open door to floors bare Moist was air, dwelling effusive with peace The enigma of time began to cease Oblivion to all but ocean, just stare Simplicity for a few days; nowhere To go, timeless, watch Gulls instead of Geese Yesterday's ravenous problems release Now live on sublime seaside oasis' air Aster, Willow won't sway in zephyr this day Only kaleidoscope color 'pon water shone Exquisite view for me, myself, alone This ecstasy delight not auspice by they Lilac, Lily doesn't bloom, chrome rust away Impervious bug repellent glistens in defiant stone Contest: Secret
The koi soul flies on wings of the wind dipping in orange guise painting his scales and fin harpoon rays pierce and awry as his eyes and dreams arise To the ocean in the sky
Go for a walk stop in the park sit on a bench think for awhile take your time look around see all the things you've missed Be very quiet and notice the sound of a passing car or a distant train children playing the bark of a dog the birds singing in harmony Take a look at a flower see the color and shape say a prayer thank the Lord for the things you see and hear Listen to the music
On my senior trip, A town- stretches- over there, Amidst- the Catskills.
Blue rainbow in the sky It is such a beautiful day In this colorful rainbow you can see all the colors blue and white and green and red so yellowy, kind of... So, the sky you wrote So, the sky you blew Blue sky, you heavens, blue.
Singing trills in delightfully through my window Perched upon my garden wall sits the little brown jacketed culprit, who Always greets me with cheerful news Regaling me with stories resounding from deep within his Ruffled little chest Often I wonder, as the years pass on Will I always leave my window open to welcome in your good tidings?
' A Metaphysical Moment ' A Metaphysical Moment Electrifying To The Touch Breathless, Thru The Clouds Can My Heart, Take So Much … Can My Eyes Endure All This Vision, I See Can Voice, Even Speak Over Roaring of This Sea … Can Ear Even Listen When I Am Flying So Free Soaring, So True With You and Metaphysical Moment and Me … A Metaphysical Moment Will I Ever Understand This Mystery of Our Universe The Mystery of Woman and Man … (And I End This with an Haiku for The Haiku Master 'Raul' Moreno and Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire' (smile)) Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku) Understanding A Metaphysical Moment … … Nature's Mysteries Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective: Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry Relating to the poetic style of John Donne, George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets Who used consciously intellectual language And elaborate metaphors that compared things
Sea horizon in the distance ...a clean line.... a quiet shore Every day the ocean washes up something new on its sandy floor... Today, the sea formed haystacks of seaweed piled quiet high Yesterday sea sponges and fan-shells lapped the crunchy sands Gentle humming of soft ocean sounds humms by to and fro Seagulls squawking , flying in unison form a V- like kite formation Their pale eyes widen as red feet and beaks hover and flutter Two yellow labradors swimming and weaving from shore to ocean Bounding gracefully into the water , chasing and jumping in unison Tirelessly,effortlessly running along their beloved ocean shore. Young dogs greet each other in an excitedly ,friendly fashion. Horses hoof prints embedded gracefully in the shoreline sand.... Broken glass edges made smooth with the sands abrasion Oh wonderful mobile reflecting the sunlights warm sensations!
I Watched A Man, Named, ' Rain ' Pounding Across The Plains Running with Cascading Joy Like a Wet, Happy, Little Boy … I Found A Man, Named, ' Fire ' Blaze in Life, A Lightning Desire His Bold Passion – Consuming Power Sent Smoke Signals, to My Tower I Observed A Man, Named, ' Ice ' Tho' Frost-Natured, He Did Entice ' … Come Hold Me, if You Dare … And Find Out, if Cold-Can-Care …' … I Beheld A Man, Named, ' Breeze ' And Begged Him, 'Touch Me Please … Gentle, like a Lover's Kiss Whisper to Me, Things I Wished…' … and Sitting Content, on This Hillside Listen Now… as I Confide … ' Rain and Fire … Ice and Breeze ' Don't You Know … You Are All Of These . . .
Jump into pistachio talc and fly on mists a'sparkle Dripping off me is butterfly dust Stand up and you can follow Dive off the chair you sit in to streams filled thick with cider Nap on webs of candied cotton strung strong by the sugar spider Open your eyes under water Catch up with me high in flight Tether your wings to the sea horse's daughter as she swims in the moon beams at nights Sullied clouds fall past the ocean sleeping on silver tide's arm Drowsy me now from this butterfly potion sleeping in ribbons and lavender charm Imagine the ocean alive with flutters of wings on the tide Strip all your preconceived notions and watch with your eyes open wide Glisten in green innuendos Sparkle and shake out your wings I'm a whisper of water, a glint of delight taking flight on the brink of impossible things...
Just as each tender petal Of the prettiest rose unfurls Its fragrant silken form I hold in my mind A memory or thought Of each tender moment I have graciously shared with you Just as each tender petal Of the prettiest rose unfurls Releasing its natural beauty To an awe-inspired world I hold in my heart A love that grows evermore deeply Despite thinking I've given my all Just as each tender petal Of the prettiest rose unfurls Till it blooms in radiant glory I give you everything I am Protect you and cherish you Knowing I am the luckiest Most blessed person in the world Just as each tender petal Of the prettiest rose unfurls After which blooms wither and fall away I remember how much you Need to know daily you're cherished By someone who loves you more Than words can ever express You are as each tender petal Of the prettiest rose unfurls My love my life my future
I need someplace better to go. Like a poverty-stricken township. In a city made of gold. Where people trust and love each other. Where I would loose control. And scream my happy heart out. Like fallen warriors of old. And I'm making my way to this place. I'll bide my time and set my pace. To loose this spoiled human race. And let my free heart roam. And I've seen someplace better to hold. Like an Amazon rain forest. In a land that unfolds. And shows its povertized people. With hearts made of gold. Like people of few having a lot and most nothing. Not people like you smoking rock and still huffing. If it only meant something. I'm making my way to this place. To find a sign and then embrace. All the people there. Who call this space their own. So music makes your soul rollover. And it's something you can share. With a world that ran out of luck. Or that girl that doesn't care. Like a feeling locked inside a page. Of love, or life, or even rage. This music is despair. And I'm making my way to this place. Of waterfalls and open space. And leaving here without a trace. To help these people home. And Now I'll cry and release my soul. Over a glass of wine. For this music man who's simply slowly dyin'. And this man of rhytmatic drums. Lay in bed and slowly hums. A song of simple glowing suns. That draws him into them. I'm making my way to this place. Entering my saving grace. A simple sacred holy place. And die inside my home.
I'm free, I'm free I'm free like a bird who spreads my wings From the East to the West of the World I'm free, I'm free I'm free like a bird who fly across the ocean From one land to another With freedom and joy I'm free, I'm free I'm free like a bird who soars to through the sky From the Earth to the Heavens The wonderful paradise I'm free, I'm free I'm free like a bird who wish not to be imprison From the evil doers have not a heart I'm free, I'm free I'm free like a bird who wish to spread love From the North to the South of the World I'm free, I'm free I'm free like a bird whose heart sings in rhythm with the whistling winds.
Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house, with a moonlit forest behind it. Coming out of denial is the new bird, that comes and stays a while, with that little empty house, but when winter comes, he is off on a journey from the heavens above.
When a person approached investigatively, He chases his relations suspensively, He finds clue and works dramatically, Suspection always works progressively. Confirmation of belief confirms sensitivity, Growth brings a change to work relatively, Hunger is seeking growth for productively, A limit of growth confirms value qualitatively. When population has highly density, Unemployment works offensively, Poverty grows to increase crime, Disaster comes to balance creatively. Everything is naturally fast and slow, A person has patience for a balance flow, Air can't across a gravity line, Sun has different heat rates a limit to grow.
While the wind blew swiftly. The bird flew thrifty. Flapping its wings. Faster and harder. Against the wind. The bird flew like it was blind. Swirling all around the skyline. All at once the wind calmed down. The bird came through town. Soaring its wings. As it roared right past me. To find rest upon a clothes line.
Fingers crossed, My mind still hoping, Day by day, I rest on the hill sloping. Looking at the sun, Mesmerized by the beauty, Rays blinding the scene I look on. The sun is setting, My mind is wondering; Although sometimes forgetting, Though life seems like its plundering. Birds wisp by, Flying across the purple-pink sky. Oceans in the distance, Beauty beyond existence. It's a sunset wonder, A masterpiece of splendor. Exquisiteness unsurpassed, The sky, life, and scenery coming together at long last.
Glassed Waters Heavy Cobalt Bejeweled of morning star Mirroring beauty Tranquil Waters Azure eyed Life of only this moment Presuming nothing Allayed Waters Emerald warmth Splashing of morning glory Animated Verve Sweet Waters Cooling Jade Scented deep in spring rain Swelling rebirth Still Waters Sapphire subtle Filling drops of gentle ardor Granting hope
The sky is blue Just like your soulful eyes. And just like those eyes The bright blue sky can Fill my world with wondrous delights. The sun is warm Just like your lips on mine. And just like those lips The sun can warm my soul. The flowers bloom Just like my heart when I think of you. And just like the thought of you The flowers brighten my day. The world is a wondrous place Just like my world with you.
I can't seem to find the words to properly express My love for nature at its best I think if I could describe one part My favorite would be the stars Like diamonds they sparkle and shine Lighting the way to heaven divine Only for one moment a cloud passes by You know they are there though they hide The moon it hangs in wait all through the night At dawn the sun brings us daylight Again the stars go away to hide You know they are waiting for the night A Universe of stars and planets too A miraculous and romantic view
Paradise for each of us, is defined by personal choice. For some it's great beauty, for others a heavenly voice. Many prefer the traditional, angels strumming harps on clouds, While a few love rock concerts, with screaming, dancing crowds. True paradise on this planet, may be a totally unreachable goal. But I finally found my paradise, which thankfully warms my soul. This place I call paradise, is a wild and wooded tract, Overlooking a pristine lake, these are the basic facts. But it's what this spot on earth, does for me each day, It makes my life adventurous, I'm very pleased to say. On this forty acre tract of land, a plethora of wildlife abounds, I refer to them as good neighbors, as strange as this may sound. From the lowly Earthworms, that ply the loamy soil, To the industrious Beaver, that always seem to toil. And if I should look skyward, I may unexpectedly see, A soaring Bald Eagle, looking right back down at me. But if per chance I want to hear, the wildest of nature's songs, I'll request our resident pair of Loons, commence a sing-along. There's a harmony here, that's controlled by some divine design, Which makes it impossible for me, to claim this paradise as mine. I am but a temporary stewart, of these natural treasures one and all, And my ashes will be spread right here, in paradise, when I get that final call.
Sweet day yellow heads Sweet heads of yellow standing high on one foot above the earth kindly sharing paintings of blue and white sometimes solids in grey watercolors How do you keep your head such a stunning shade Borrowing from the sun? Shouldn't we have heads of bulbous yellow Feed strictly from the earth's garden for fun Drink refined liquids from the hands of mother nature Yellow heads all over the world would carry such a message for everyone Together we would all be bright and mellow if we had heads of yellow Thinking bright thoughts speaking in tongues of brilliance Golden! Tucking under nights indigo blanket Creating a harmonious combination when we peek Indigo with yellow heads a picturesque way to bring the closing of the day My aspiration to become a yellow head Head of yellow playing among the vivid bouquet Greeting the world that way
In her garden, with the humid scent of every rose looking over amusement's risk and welcoming desire I wish to find myself with you. Singing shoulders, with your hand upon me in the sun breaking peace like bread at lunch with butterflies and water sprays springing up in smiles. Cat tails blowing, laying down to kiss the ground with sweet nasturtium on their lips in red and coral yellow while we open our eyes wider. In her garden, with the herbs she seldom trampled sneaking shade amongst the trees while rabbit eyes alert the world to paradise discovered. In her garden.
When the sun hits the bellies of the humble clouds at dusk I'm amazed, I'm entranced, I am but a speck of dust. When the gulf eats the sun in a nibble and a bite all my senses stand up tall to applaud the gift of sight When the mountains cradle shadows 'gainst the pink of sunlit trees you will find me deep in prayer toward the one with wise decrees And when I'm standing next to you with our two hands intertwined I am brilliantly alive with the knowledge you are mine...
Fields of flowers and rain showers Lakes full of fish Sky full of stars make a wish Flocks of birds Deer in herds Buzzing bugs Friendly hugs No one to thank but God for all this beauty abroad
Babies, Butterflies, and Bluebirds are just A few of my favorite things And my PoetrySoup friends
It's cooling my fevered nape, this damp collar of my coat; the ocean swells in my mind, my head seems to shrink or bloat; by neither water nor gale I'm cast adrift, set afloat; dizzied by the toss and yaw in my imaginary boat!
When the world becomes still And all that matters is my own personal will A will that will one day match that of the creator A will that will one day Spread hope to those Who beg for change in their prayers As the clouds above me split in the sky And the sun gazes and beats upon me I shall call forth A world of peace A world of clarity We shall all call forth A world full of fairy tales Angels, speaking flowers and rain dances One where our magic has been re-claimed And we take care in the words we allow To enter and leave our brains Where we can heal in the blink of an eye And you never feel lost Because you are surrounded by those who know the way And you never feel alone Because you have been made aware Of from where it is you came This is the world that resides above us This is the world that lives on stilts Keeping us with purpose Giving us somewhere to go Magicians, healers, dragons and amazons Let us see it unfold before our eyes Allowing the light to pulse from our wrists This is the path that is meant to save us This is the life I was meant to live Surrender Accept And claim our role in our society As beings of peace and beings of flowering Hold my place on my throne And allow the spirit to over throw God has blessed you God has blessed me To love can be a blessing that comes so easily
The Color Missing Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people's mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death. 'But what about the Green pens?' I ask. They say 'the ink is too hard to see.'
Drop of water In the river - Sound of joy
I am Sun Shining on the Earth Bringing Light and Warmth To All Spreading Joy and Mirth
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The days of Summer are here On this beautiful earth sphere This season of shine The beach we do pine Our time to appear draws near The day we have awaited has arrived To the seaside we carefully drive The kids and their daddy Singing Showaddywaddy The excitement in us now thrives In adventure they play on the dunes Through the reeds the breeze plays a tune A symphony so grand As I'm barefoot on the sands On this glorious sunny afternoon For these days of Summer cheer us all As the sounds of happy kids en-thrall Our day is now ended As darkness has descended My kids and I had a ball
Easy comes beauty in youth's natural spring, But with age its mellow dimensions grow. Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring. With grace its beauty does ebb and glow, Its liberty allows its new functions to show. Mature beauty is and will be admired always, Youth's beauty and its esteem goes to and fro, But ageless deeper beauty has endless days. Mature beauty has a melody to sing, And this it releases so that you will know, The elegance and blessing of its echo's ring. The evidence of a mind is part of its show, For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow. Ageless beauty never lacks for praise. The beauty of life's spring may lose its glow, But ageless deeper beauty has endless days. In poetry and melody its praises we bring, For mature beauty's many dimensions we know. With fervid dignity I see it take to wing, Giving the young buds an inspiring show. May you long guide youth as they grow, Leading them in elegance the celestial ways. So youth will know how easy beauty may go, But ageless deeper beauty has endless days. Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow, And become worthy of nature's timeless praise. Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow, And may your ageless beauty have endless days.
A sailor's soul has an epic thirst Only nourished by the sea For only upon it's waves and swells Is a sailor's soul set free He prays for winds to fill his sails And clear skies to chart his way A pull of rum and cheap cigar To finish out his day The stories spewed, both lies and truths Will fade upon the seas For until his ship, next leaves it's slip Will his soul again be freed
They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark, Her name was Sacagawea. On an expedition they did embark Finding the passage to the sea. Down the Missouri they traveled, Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend. Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled; At the Columbia River they'd end. ©2013 Honestly JT
***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)*** "Storm over yet...?" "Well hay'ell ye'ah! woo-hoo! sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer. whadda'bou that boy th'er? sum'body git him'a cole beer too!" "Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!" "Wha'choo sayin? wha'th'a? na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed! shoot! 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! torna'durr warnin' too! he gonna have him'a cole burr; on me!" my treat! mama, git him'a cole burr! ro'tt now; ya'here? besides... ta'days father's day!" © 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
The forest A peaceful residence For nature
Once was a gal who felt so alone Tornato came up rooted farms home Landed on wicked witch Munchkins came out of ditch Gave dog lollypops instead of bone
Warms to the very bones Brightens life in early morn Making dew glister Rainbow prisms of color This the wonder of sunshine Written: 10/24/2012 Tanka Crazy-Sunshine Contest 2nd Place Winner
blossom in our lives such a flower of fragrance:/ sunshine in our hearts © Joseph, May 16, 2009 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran. ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
The Fox. The fox he bounced up to the toad As everything around him glowed He took her hand so tenderly And said "hey sing this song with me" The elephant told the kangaroo "No matter what you say or do You've got to have this dance with me" And hummed a little melody. They danced and danced The whole night through And really had a great to do As their time they filled so merrily All crazy, wild, and fancy free The chimpanzee said to the clown As he tapped his toes upon the ground "Come laugh with me and have some fun Let's dance and sing, hey everyone". The bear he laughed to see them all As he drank some juice to keep him cool Then he joined in all the carry on As they played and danced the whole day long. Peace, Socrares 1996
The Breezes flowed through bright verdant meadows the sky alight in blazing glory of azure and violet the farmer on his tractor ploughs the field in farrows pauses to watch the pretty maiden dressed all in scarlet Golden ribbon in her hair, she brings him his lunch they sit together in the sun chatting about this and that as she collects the basket her father points out bunches of multi coloured flowers down by the river near the muskrat Her father back at work, she wanders down to the waters edge picking a lovely posy of the wild flowers to give to her mother trailing her fingers in the cool waters she lifts her skirt in a wedge paddles in to cool her feet as it deepens she holds her skirt higher What bliss to take some time to enjoy the scent of fresh turned earth to drink in her surrounds and thinks how lucky she is living out here keeping the age old traditions going, each season a time of rebirth she heads off back to the farm liking that it is part of the final frontier
A new photograph floats to the surface Playfully dressing up as the world around me Hat, striped socks and all Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment Before sinking back into my ocean mind. One after another they arrive Single file, Steeping my eyes in the world As the minds shutter, ever fluttering Strings together this conscious stream I play in. My photographs fade in time's wrinkled arms. Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor, They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself: Who am I? Jacob Reinhardt 10/3/2013
Oh how I wish I could set free the native American Indian with pride and dignity taking them back across the great open plains to their sacred home in the lush green vallies where buffalo are plentiful and roam so the Indians can live in peace one with nature once more where the eagles soar setting them free as the wind wild untameable as a magnificent stallion running toward the setting sun. Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
I know its the summer time because of how naturally Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see But in the same breath I am holding up my hands Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have They are even more a part of me now that they are gone As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride And I find a new place to dream of endless times If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart Only then will I believe this brand new day will start Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
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Here the sun shines soft and warm— Caressing all in vales and on hill— It gives a glow to every inherent form— And reveals for every eye a thrill. Of here they never get their fill— For this is Bliss, an endless treasure— Where our dream is the Lord's will— And God rules by His divine pleasure. The garden is a lush, green platform— Big blooms with the fluffiness of chenille— Songbirds' music raise a storm— Their feathered robes fill the bill. Wings spread they fly away at freewill— Along the curvy course of the river— They seek the Lord's grace with skill— And God rules by His divine pleasure. The dream cottage, fancy for the norm— With a stone paved path to the doorsill— A neat little shelter from the storm— Has a spice garden for basil and dill. And there's a gazebo for time to kill-- For when gardenwork calls for leisure— Or even for the blessing of a drizzle— And God rules by His divine pleasure. To some this vision may instill— A yearning for the bliss in nature— But the Lord is sovereign still— And God rules by His divine pleasure.
Pods appear upon the sprigs of green reaching skyward covered in early morning dew. Soft yellow petals open and fold down forming a blanket upon which the trumpet center will rest. The sun shining down on the daffodils give a feeling of daintiness to the flowers. One of the most beautiful flowers seen swaying in the spring breeze. A sign that spring is indeed bursting at the seams to be born again. As the spring season arrives and Easter approaches the daffodils will be in full bloom. The trumpets reaching to the sky in a wonderful display of beautiful colors. Again year after year these precious flowers return to us once more to admire. Entry for "Ten Minutes Tops" contest of P.D. Written by Carol Brown 10th Place Winner
I'm lost in the sound, lost in the music, trapped in the decibel, caged by the keys, hidden in the rhythm. The maze of harmony complicates my gyrations controls my movements. Encore, over and again is the pattern of this composition I'm lost in the sound, i dont wanna be found.
Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world. One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends. She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn't stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud. The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall. Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell then came the ice, this went on for months. The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up . I've been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray! The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB. They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves. Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers. Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they're not white like daisies they're not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil. The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. as they were called WEEDS .. The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don't choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance. However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn't have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water . The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ? She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB
R eflection of light in drops of rain, A rcing across the sky in multicolored bow. I ncomparable beauty is displayed that N o human hand could ever match. B eloved rainbow, a sign of God's promise, O men of joy and blessing, W ishing you would never fade away. 9/25/12 by Kim Merryman for P.D's Rainbow fun contest
Over the tranquil place where love suddenly grew, night carved the tender image of two souls breathing together, to delight themselves until the sky turned dark blue; we watched the stars come much closer and get brighter. Night carved the tender image of two souls breathing together, and it united them with deep passion and a solemn promise; we watched the stars come much closer and get brighter, we pondered the new mystery...so distant was the sunrise. And it united them with deep passion and a solemn promise as a memory which can't be easily erased or even forgotten, we pondered the new mystery...so distant was the sunrise; in awe we stood, while we could no longer see the horizon. As a memory that can't be easily erased or even forgotten, our minds remembered the tenderness of each hug and kiss; in awe we stood, while we could no longer see the horizon... the nightingales came to listen and learn words of sweetness. Our minds remembered the tenderness of each hug and kiss, to delight themselves until the sky turned dark blue; the nightingales came to listen and learn words of sweetness... over the tranquil place where love suddenly grew.
< coniferous tree playing peek a boo .... shuffle candid smiles glisten { Christmas } Entry For Deborah Guzzi's Holiday Haiku Contest G.L. All
"There is a time for each season… To everything made… There is a divine reason. A time for purpose under the heavens above… A time for meaning from a God of love. A time to be born. A time to die… A time to farm the ground under the beautiful sky. A time to kill. A time to heal... A time to tear down and to build up with a passion and zeal A time for weeping. A time for laughing… A time to mourn. A time for dancing. A time to keep... A time to throw away. A time to tear. A time to make amends today. A time to get. A time for losing… A time to keep. And to give away at our choosing. A time for silence. A time to speak… A time for each hour and day of the week. A time for love. A time for hate… A time for war. A time for peace at your gate. How will you spend the time God has given to you? What is your choice? What will you do??? May this be a time living in God's purpose and design. He created you and made everything beautiful in his time! By Jim Pemberton 05/22/10 Read Eccl. 3:1-11
Everyone thinks they know that girl. At least they think they do. You know that girl that makes everyone laugh, and is a class clown. Who used to be a star athlete. And had everything going for her. Yeah that girl that everyone thinks they know She became homeless at the age of 16 due to a house fire. Yeah that girl everyone thinks they know Yet that girl is still laughing away and making everyone laugh, but isn't the same inside, No, Something inside of her changed they way she felt. Yeah that girl everyone thinks they know She became mentally ill, she was diagnosed with major depression and bipolar disorder. She was always under medication, so you never knew what side of her you where going to get. Yeah that girl everyone thinks they know No one knew how much she hated hearing sirens go off, or how she couldn't stand seeing fire trucks. She struggled living her life daily. Yeah that girl everyone thinks they know She lost her closes friends cause she shut them out and nearly lost them all. Yeah that girl everyone thinks they know From what I hear it's been 3 years since the fire and that girl is barely getting her sight of her future back. Yeah that girl everyone thinks they know She is talking to her lost friends again, but just isn't the same for her, so she has to make new ones. Which means she has no one. Yeah that girl everyone thinks they know She is happier now and is looking forward to graduating and moving on from this chapter of her life and letting go. How do I know so much of her?, well "that girl" is me.Yeah that girl that everyone thought they knew. But im fine now. Sure I have my downfalls, but I still get up and smile. THAT GIRL IS ME, I AM THAT GIRL.
I wonder how they know what time it is. Always open at the same time each day. Blossoms of so many different colors. They have always truly amazed me. How could they not be my favorites? My colorful blooming Four O'Clocks.
Soaring High Looking up I spot a bird; floating in the sky just soaring way up high. Graceful with wings spread never seeming to move slowly he circles around. In the distance another calls out as joining in this dance in the sky! The two ever higher begin their decent slow and mythological. What feels like hours I watch enjoying the sight drifting downward? What beauty the two birds display as they dare soar closer with each pass. At last I can tell their hawks. A pair I'm sure for they fly together and call out to one another. I watch as one pauses on a tree limb looking about. The other still circling above and calls out once again. An answer comes from the beauty on the limb. Amazed I watch the other land on the bird bath. What a sight to see as the smaller one now splashes in the bath. Clean and dry off she flies into the trees. The big hawk again into the sky higher and higher I watch him soar. Soon he's high enough it's difficult to tell this graceful soaring bird is the hawk from my backyard. A cry from afar and then he too disappears from my sight. I find myself looking up watching and waiting for soaring high I'll see my hawks. The graceful dance in the sky I know will lead them to the bird bath along with the branch where he sits and waits. A cry will sound in the distance alerting me of their intended arrival. My hawks will soar high circling with grace till they dare once more visit a while. Debbie Knapp.
flocks of birds fly in... newly mown lawn wet with dew ducklings waddle by poor birds take flight frightfully... then return to look for worms 03/22/2012 3rd Place Winner Black Eyed Susan "Tanka" Contest
The silence now pervades my soul and mind. I smile in wonder at the scene sublime. The silence now pervades my soul and mind. I wish to hold this moment for all time— The beauty of the flowers full in bloom. I smile in wonder at the scene sublime. There is no need for dustpan, rake, or broom. The roses in their glory make me cry— The beauty of the flowers full in bloom. I want to understand why when I spy Upon this garden planted by a man The roses in their glory make me cry. It must be all a part of God's own plan To show the awesome beauty He creates Upon the garden planted by a man. When I discern the plot, my thoughts abate— The silence now pervades my soul and mind. To show the awesome beauty He creates, The silence now pervades my soul and mind.
Feeling happy. Lord, I feel so very happy I want to dance, I want to sing I want to glance up to the Heavens And let the starlight, to me bring The sound of angels laughing with me Because this world is oh, so sweet Sometimes I'm just filled with laughter And every day I feel complete. Whether sun is shining softly Or the rain is pouring down If the wind is howling at me I'll never, ever wear a frown For I am living in a haven It be this world so wonderful All the birds are singing sweetly Seems this world has got it all. I see the moon up in the Heavens And the stars so beautiful As I walk on each new morning Oh, yes indeed, I love it all Here in in my world, I have no troubles I am a king, a beggar too I have everything, and nothing I guess I'm of the chosen few. 12 February 2014 @ 1410hrs.
Unimaginable design begins, in such a quiet fashion. Just a hint appears, shaded, quivering upon limbs. Which spread quickly, Mother Nature's chilling whims. Delightful colors explode, over hillsides, with passion. Delivering sweet, falling spectacles, spreading compassion, Blanketing countryside with color before each one dims. Spreading stories, beautifully creating, countryside hymns, They fade, slightly ashen, to prepare a winter ration. Autumn season has the ability, to slow time down. Allowing hearts, that see, to enjoy everlasting hue, Dropping their worries, taking away any frown. What a glorious season, that bids warmth, adieu. True cascades, bright and cheery as a carnival clown. Just stop, look around your neighborhood, for this view. written 08/19/2012
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home
We are all waithing for Spring Spring is fresh after a long winter Winter are so long and cold We hunger after the sun and heating days Come Spring, my dear, we need you now Winter dormancy is over now Dress the world in Spring flowers Sorrows and worries are easier to bear when the the day is sunny and good It is as if our life begins anew Buds arising out in all their delight Come May you lovely mild, with heating breeze and sunny days It feels so good to take off the winter coat Enjoy Spring with pleasure. * 17. May is Norway`s national day. - Hurray for 17.May! 17. May 2012 A-L Andresen
Memories of a summer time so sweet Palm trees swaying in a rhythmical beat Watching waves as they come upon the shore As a young child I loved to make sandcastles tall. For windows I'd use the prettiest shells A piece of driftwood I used for my door To finish it off a wide moat I would dig deep The water from my bucket around it I'd poor. Another summer memory of which I recall The colourful flowers blooming so tall Bright red, yellow and pink budding roses A welcoming sight that summer was here. I chose pink rose buds and delicate white orchids A combination of which was a magical sight Blending so well with my gown of crystal organza When we married, that warm romantic night.
Dancing with the trees. Like the silence of the bush be I So wonderful I feel Within the depth of mystic river Comes a space that is so still I see it all, and all of me In the dancing of the trees The way they wave so gracefully As they float upon the breeze. I catch a glimpse of the vast 'I am' In the power of the silence All arrogance it dissipates And so do shades of violence As they flow away on the painted river On it's way to the mighty ocean The only thing that takes their place Is love and sweet devotion. A Parrot lands upon a branch All orange, blue, and green As I catch a glimpse of the morning sun As it shines upon his sheen And make the colours come to life And I feel that power in me the power of the all that is With all it's energy. 25 September 2013 @ 1020hrs.
I will start with using my hand as a guide And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide I consider to do this with one thing in mind I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind With no colors or fractionation of the light Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight My hair is very coarse and some what fine What I just described is so benign I twirl my hair and make it bend And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start The simple partings from hair not like skin I am going to feel with my other hand and begin The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore
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Whispers of weeping willows beckon me, "Forget the rain; get ready for a ride!" On a magic carpet I soar o'er sea Worldly troubles melt away as I glide To another world where flora is lush There are no signs of civilization As I land next to a pink butterfly Against my elbow this creature does brush Have I begun a new incarnation? That can't be, for I know I didn't die All is still, not a hush And even by my best calculation, Nary a soul is lingering nearby But creatures aplenty bid me good day Seeing a long-necked giraffe makes me smile He bows his neck and soon goes on his way How lucky I feel! This trip is worthwhile From the forest a lion approaches Gentle as a lamb, he purrs at my feet As I reach over to pick a red rose, Not one thorn encroaches Wafting through the air an aroma sweet, A welcome sense of serenity grows From the brook beside me a large trout jumps; Splashing is his way of saying hello Now why was I feeling down in the dumps? When twilight descends, the forest's aglow With lavender, amber, pink hues and more This is the harmony ancestors knew And as I lie down, my spirits revive Gone are things I abhor My, this fantasy was long overdue And I feel so blessed just to be alive *Entry for Cyndi's "AN ODE TO SMALL COMFORTS ON A RAINY AFTERNOON" contest
Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear. Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee. Only my path to and from the bird feeders, Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence, Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew Blanketing a lush, green Bermuda lawn Awaiting the season's final mow and a Winter sleep. Early morning sunsmile creates a mist, a little fog, That artists have great difficulty recreating. And the sprinklers are making music too…. CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH As I filled those bird feeders, Only the patient cooing of white wing dove Waiting in the surrounding trees Could barely be heard above the sprinkler. CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH Feeders filled, I walked away. The air erupted with bird song. Our giant privets were alive with hungry sparrows, Each announcing breakfast. All the locals seemed to understand. The robins and larks, the finches and cardinals chimed in; But only the jays' sharp calls could be heard above the din. What a ruckus…but so beautiful a song, It is a 'wall of sound' to be envied by rockers. Orchestrated by Mother Nature….Mrs. God. The sprinkler's barely heard.... ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch Squirrels wait out of sight. One may bark now and then, but They've learned that patience pays. It's not just time to feed those damn birds; It's time to feed the greedy squirrels too; And chow time is well worth the wait: Sunflower seeds. Peanuts. Suet. Dried fruit. You can almost hear them as they gobble, "Mmmmmm. Man, this is the good stuff, Bro'. I mean the good stuff. What a life. I'll never leave…not even for a girl squirrel." It's as if they think they'll never eat again; Every morning. As if we hadn't been feeding them Every day of their lives…and their parents. If we could tell them apart. They would have names. Well....everybody's happy. All this and good coffee too. What a beautiful Fall morning.
securely hidden small secluded valley... morning awakens rainbows of color flowers glisten with fresh dew... animals abound fluffy clouds floating sunshine brings natural prizms... heaven, earth collide "A Scenery Of Your Choice As An Artist Contest" Sponsor of contest: Gail Doyle Poem Written: July 13, 2012 4th Place winner
Oh, the day was bright and sunny How the birds both chirped and sang While the lads and merry lasses ran and played On the hills their laughter echoed O'er the lake their shouting rang Vibrant joy upon their faces was displayed Some were splashing in the shallows Others yet were skipping rocks While the rest were loudly tromping through the green They appeared supremely happy With the water in their locks 'Twas in all the merryest sight I've ever seen All too soon the light was fading They were surely loth to go But the dinner bells were sounding far away And before they ate their dinner They had chores to do, you know? But they'd come again and play another day
Why do I love water? Oh, why do I love water? What is this thing in me? That always wants to be there Near Lakes, rivers, and sea What is this deep, deep longing? That fills my heart and soul When I sit beside a river And it makes me feel so whole. What is it about the wetlands? That magnetizes me I find it so enchanting To walk between the trees And hear a million song birds Or see a tiger snake Or maybe a small terrapin A swimming in the lake. Why is it in the early morn? As I walk, and moon so yellow Seems to be sinking in the ocean It makes feel so mellow To see the ocean so at peace On a morning so serene There's something about the water That magnifies each scene? 11 February 2014 @ 1037hrs.
The storm The sky above was filled right up With big, black, monstrous clouds The thunder hit the blackened skies His voice so very loud Forked all across the morning skies Fiery fingers streak on out Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong And rain is all about Oh how that rain came teeming down Just like it's on a mission To wash away the whole damned earth As with her quiet precision Mother Nature puts the pressure on To warn us human souls Of the damage she could do With the power in her role The rain, It pours down onto me But I don't feel a thing I'm covered by my wetland gear And my heart begins to sing For me, I love these thunder storms With all their mighty power Though some on seeing all this drama Would hide away and cower. 17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.
And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand A gentle call that urges my soul forth The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk Between the stones and ash of all that once was I stand in the echoing silence of the rain It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body I feel at once as if I am home Standing amid two dimensions Caught between two skies - here and there The night wraping around me in warmth The gentle wind lifting me off my feet Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body and I am left just a soul, an essence The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof Beckoning me into its depth I stand among the reeds in the basin They dance and sway as if welcoming me And I sway with them back Caught up in the power that charges the air That threatens to sweep me away If the ground will just loosen its hold The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl And I get pleasently lost within it I am so small compared to its vastness I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars A sigh drifts from my lips There is no need of thought to stay afloat There is no demand to breathe in air No crushing weight upon my chest As my lungs struggle to survive There are no struggles here I make my bed on blackened clouds And give in to the call The storm has claimed me as its own It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground When the storm would call me home
Oversized sweaters Perfect for this weather Leaves falling from trees Hair waving in the breeze Cheering at football games Bonfires with there dancing flames Stepping on the frozen, cold, hard ground The wind is the only sound Stepping inside after being in the cold Eating fall's harvest can never get old So much rain It's just hard to explain My love for fall
< beneath swollen ..... moon in pasture of...... rolling hills standing ....hind quarters a beautiful black ...... stallion simply took my breath ........ away Entry For Rick Parise's A Memory Of Beauty Tanka Contest G.L. All
Sitting under my sun umbrella The ocean is my wonderful painting The sun shines on the small waves Far in the distance I can glimpse a small boat I must have my sunglasses on The sun heats I have shadow under my sun umbrella The sand on the beach is burning hot The waves along the beach creates scratches in the sand Turkey 23. 09. 2012 A-L Andresen :)
Here by the lake distractions few My mind feasted on nature's food That sets me in a loving mood The scenes that greets me always new A perfect place where lovers meet While some just come to wet their feet Birdies chirping, grass wet with dew Squirrels scampering up and down Dogs stretch their leash their face a frown All types of fish of different hue Swimming around ripples they make Eating the crumb of children's cake In the water so cool and blue Reflection of a sunny sky Guys on water bikes splashing by Here by the lake distractions few The scenes that greets me always new Birdies chirping grass wet with dew All types of fish different hue In the water so cool and blue For Andrea Dietrich contest: Can you Constanza
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It rains no more for the sky is blue And the red earth is warm again. Roofs of houses steam in the sun, And there's smell of clean air. The roadside plants,now fresh and green, Wave to catch the eyes of passers-by, While children,happy after the storm, Laugh as they play and run about. And palm-trees sway in the breeze, And drizzle what is left of the rain.
It's a November when I find myself walking My hand holding yours Side by side arms swaying Your little fingers interlocking with mine. I believe it is a happy day. I think it shows in your little sun-tanned face. I feel it myself from deep within. Slowly welling up like a spring of water From a dry ground, long athirst. I see the sun walking along gently in pace with us Touching your brown nose and passing your limbs. Blessing you with a soft radiance and blissful joy a child can only know. Your school uniform lighter than cerulean sky Matching your gaiety, perfecting a mother-child moment. Dotting the passing clouds with pure colors of your innocence and laughter. Gigantic floating cotton balls of clouds like stringed balloons; oh, please hold onto them, cease 'em before away they fly. A moment to treasure when things aren't as happy as they should. A many of this I pray to come, A joyful carefree walk with my little boy; Now, a mother's hand held by her small son.
feeling like dancing on fluffy clouds of colorful petals inhaling the heaven scents as I imagine an autumn through my vicarious experience Nov. 1,2012 This is gogyoka form of poem. Second Place Contest: Gogyoka Contest Judged: 11/7/2012 Sponsor: Poet Joann Grisetti
I am drifting into memories. Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun- Yet with ceaseless renewal, Staining the depths of my eyes with images In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity, Stringing together this conscious stream I play in- My stupendous God made of dust and space Tightrope walking existence! And to think we too are made of mostly nothing- Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch In a place so lonely when counted, Yet so abounding when felt! So dance with the Dust God Poised miles above the earth- Prance on your stilts, And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin. Because any moment we could disappear Into Jacob Reinhardt 9/19/2013
Planning on crossing over where footprints of night are ne'er seen... There fish are spawning in clear blue stream ~ Surrounded by verdant green; Nature begins speaking to me. An antiquated chine-wood bridge gracefully arches it back with sturdy braids makes a path ~ That I may cross to a place serene Where nightingales and crickets sing It's a place where I do my thinking Unafraid to shed my skin ~ by dusk as honey bear I may roam, by dawn take flight as an eagle I may be found soaring toward home. Upon opening mine eyes I come to realize the colors of the skies Yes, I've crossed that bridge before
< red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers harvest ....... happiness the ~ winds ~ mighty ..... gale speaks ~ to ~ enchanted .... forest time ~ to ~ turn ~ new ...... leaf for ~ autumn ~ has ~ once .... returned and ~ you ~ must ~ all ~ come ~ on ..... down braided ~ and ..... despaired yet ~ forges ~ on ~ right ..... ahead fall ~ colours ..... blossom Entry For Linda Marie's Harvest Of Happiness Haiku/Tanka/Haiku - Contest G.L. All
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My roots are trembling through clay orgasm, tumbling the landslide that speaks every shake or so. Leo roars and I await life, Generic roving rumbles reminding me of the world around, but I never remember how to cling to the ground.
Hills Where I wander. In the beautiful hills where I wander With the velvet grass so lush and oh, so green. They take me into depths in which I ponder As I'm stunned by all this beauty here that's seen. As I walk along I hear the sound of thunder Of the river as it crashes down those hills. And as I walk, and as I listen and I wonder I am stoned by every moment that I feel. How that Kookaburra laughs so high above me As he loudly gives his thanks for each new day. And my troubles take a rest my burdens lifted And I'm drunk with life and everything's okay. Those hills they be alive with magic moments As the sun it paints them every kind of hue. It's perfection, and could never need improvement As all around the sky be pristine blue. Here be I, and there's the hills so soft and silent And this feeling it does fill my heart with joy And the peace within a mind which had been violent Be such a thing that cannot be destroyed. Oh thank you Lord for giving me this morning That never it will die within my being. For this beauty that has got my mind a reeling I know it be the truth that I be seeing. Socrares 1992
april rain ends rainbow over the city prophesy of hope?
Simple treasures we have found (seaweeds, fossils seashells, crabs) as we learned to look around Walking holding hand (He stopped and wrote) I love you in the sand As the tides began to rise (He laughed I cried) as the words disappeared before our eyes But simple treasures we have found (become fossilized loving memories) as we learn to look around
Your glorious emerald eyes Glisten in the moonlight Glisten in the moonlight Delight dances in the water I watch it joyfully You are set free from the cage... You're like a dove soaring in the sky You are the rain... drizzling down in ecstasy A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection... When you caress me... I'm relieved... From the stress that forced me in chains I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow We're glistening in the moonlight I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us We're glistening in the moonlight For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy I saw at first glance the dark side of you Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye... We'll wave a greeting at the moon! We glisten in the moonlight... What if I was as handsome as the lion... Roaring with pride and pure courage What if we were glistening in the moonlight? Would it bring health to our bones tonight? Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight? Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight? Would we be shimmering like a candlelight? We're glistening in the moonlight... (6) Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh... We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star I feel the coolness run down my fingers... We're glistening in the moonlight You're the dandelions in the fields You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday When you kiss me, I live my dreams We glisten in the moonlight In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal I roam inside of your illuminating maze Glow on... sunshine... Glow on...sunshine... Glisten in the moonlight... Listen to the truth and rub it in You are ravishing like the sunset But you're ascending while I'm descending I feel extremely guilty I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight You're glistening in the moonlight (6) Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh You're glistening in the moonlight (4) We go our own way I wish we can glisten like the moon Glisten like the sun There's a dream concealed inside of me... Reveal your light and pour it upon me You glisten in the appealing moonlight While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams Of gliding across the horizon You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction While I'm below you... Your emerald green eyes Stared me down like a hawk... Your emerald eyes Gaze down at me genuinely... I wish we could flee together in reality... That could be a possibility To glisten in the moonlight in glee We were glistening in the moonlight (3) But that was only a dream... I'll pray that it turns into a reality We were glistening in the moonlight Now, I've misplaced my delight... Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?
I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new Always living from my heart not knowing what else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is just the case, people would walk over me like I was their dirty used up suitcase. Now I feel a newness coming, like a light shining from the sky, colors fill my world and I know I am blooming into a butterfly. Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming My faith leads me where I need to go giving me insight and wiseness for only me to know. I have not done this on my own you see I have been guided by God and Angels on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at it's best comes from a wise lady who seems to know me best. Lucky, I am to have her in my life, she always shoots it straight and tells me like it is, knowing her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith.. I feel like flying through the sky or climbing a tree way up high. I feel like observing the world just like a brand new butterfly so as I Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside a touch of color here a touch of color there makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly... Written By: Christina A McCullouch 04/09/2013
Girl on a bicycle long hair flowing in the breeze Lazily journeying down quiet country lanes were wild flowers bow their heads as she passes and birds joyfully sing from lush green trees. The warm summer sun smiles down on the girl below and pure white doves fly high through a clear azure sky chrome sparkles and wheels turn up the hills and down It's such a wonderful day to be alive and take to the road and ride. Peter Dome. copyright.2012.
buds blooming all colors radiant sight rose
Another day done In this soft, pregnant silence I sit drinking beer As river flows gently It's beautiful here! The sun, making pictures Brings sweetness to eye I sit here just watching As day passes by. Those trees over yonder Bring joy to my soul As the breeze gets them waving To dance is their role! My heart feels so easy As the grass, velvet green Feels the soft touch of dew drops On this dusk so serene. The sky's all hung over With dark, weary clouds They might soon be bursting Cause the thunder so loud Gives cry to Gods power In his home, far away On this soft tender dusk Of a wonderful day
Up a country road Wisteria blooms The soft lavender fragrant buds await Easy sunlight gently touches blossoms Sends wafing aromatic breeze thru gate White Dogwood blooms spot multicolored woods Gently lift and fall in soft spring air Impressionistic Azalea blooms stood Colorful ornaments on creek's bend fair Narcissus stand in trim and neat rows Except at homeplaces beside the road Where they are free to send out young For our rejoicing when spring has sprung In the warm spring nature's bouquets abound Sakura, Tulips short time are around
Fragrant new petals pirouette On stairways of blazed winds, rosette Meadows become a stage… As small ballerinas saunter Enchanting moonlight to linger, Ruffling on ferns arranged... For Susan's Contest :Your Favorite Tail Rhyme,Past or Present * New Poem*
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings Covered in gold jewelry and precious things She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror
In my field of dreams colourful flowers still dance to the melody the wind discharge – no sadness exuberance fill my soul ©041020121353
Have you ever ridden in a balloon on the air? Oh, how I remember the quiet there. As on the currents of wind we were borne Watching the sun rise, as from the horizon it was torn. Riding on nature's majesty...with nary a care. Passing o'er the desert with all its splendor Riding the gondola, the true "Air Bender". Seeing the hills alight with the morning sun Carefree, quiet, having such fun. Memories of when our hearts were young and tender.
early morning peace... mist hangs tranquil and serene lone bird whistlling ~*~ 02/08/13
two moons shining bright a reflection on the lake so quiet and still a fish leaps and in leaping the secret is revealed...
Beauty of nature Why condense it down to God? Isn't life enough?
Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees Joyful time to harvest soon days a breeze Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas Food in bounty stored away for many days Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days The yard will be raked again and again to rid of leaves Garden vegetables will be stored also cooking of peas For right after Christmas comes New Years Day with ease The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze But now all the bugs have disappeared_gone are the bees We will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees As the night grow longer and shorter the winter days March soon will come in bringing its strong breeze Those indominable buds show forth on the trees soon leaves We will float into warm days and beauty of spring with ease Now we will have eaten most of those delicious peas Soon in the newly planted garden_those early June Peas Newly hatched from their hiding places comes those bees Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease These wonderful times_joy of longer days Joy, oh! joy and joy again with spring's green leaves Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves Afternoon in the lazy hammock oh what ease Glad that in the garden and Pampas Grass stay those bees These times in life are just fun and a zephyr breeze Summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas These times are wonderful long sunny days But soon slowly fade, then the change in those leaves Summer still has a lazy few days with comfy ease Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees From the west and north come a much drier breeze How thankful that we have those great peas Soon fade those longer sunlit sunny days No raking leaves in winter, only by firelight with ease and read All those pesky bees gone now, on the currents winter's breeze brings flurries Now dine on peas put away to eat on cold fruitless days of old man winter
I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within And, with effort still, I raise myself for the last traces of sunshine and fun. What was left of the day, I savor for me. As the withering leaves of silence have perfected the petals of stillness, A quietude. Such absence of sound Never a serenity to the mind. Disturbing solitude haunts. Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks Even the poignant sadness never parts Solitary confinement paints an art. Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays, I achingly wait for the final curtains to part. Then, as always expected - Left were the dancing curtains together with the late sunset wind. Tiny golden flecks imprinting on the soft white laces and trims. Catching shadow images of the last rays of brilliance, blending slowly in yellow embers, forming orange coals, turning into sunkissed glow of a sad goodbye. Then, ever so softly fading into dullness and cloudless cold. And as the night falls, its shadowy self dances against the moonlit music of silence. I listen and search still for what is left. No traces of the sun whose magnificence and radiance had touched the leaves of laughter during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, early had the mind sensing. And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness the day had grown. It seemed they were sown by someone I wish I had known. If only I could frolic where little lads had been early today - in the meadows, by the pond, along the shores, around friendly trees and smiling flowers, with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, I'd give away anything. Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, I'd give away anything. ANYTHING. Just for something this grand. The mind wills but the heart groans. A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting. Forgot me, gave away the troubles. Today could be A DAY, If only, ever so softly, I could catch the sun.
Peaceful Graceful Blissful Cheerful Swimming dolphins peaceful graceful play In a poetic blissful cheerful day
I can act insane But DO NOT Make me feel worthless I belong in God's family He will bless my future generation Don't punish me for Being myself – Don't envy my glee I can act like an Adult, but I'd Prefer to have joy… Not stress… That piles upon us in our Everyday lives Being childlike is A rare beauty – No one prizes it… No one came across it… In this lifetime… I can laugh all day I can make you smile If you'd accept my Childlike dreams of mine Don't treat me like a sick swine Renew my young heart Give me the ability To kill the old man… I have my place in God's family He'll be adored and glorified We'll exchange prayers and hugs By my future generation I beg of you – Don't kill my childlike mentality I'll behave myself… I'm positively sure that I'll make you happy I'll still have pieces of a child in me And pass it on to my future generation…
In autumn the trees were shedding their leaves i was sitting in the light watching the lovely sight. i felt the moving breeze which indeed made me please there i was- among the rocks my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks; i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn this was what i had months ago worn, i was still the same without a name even the autumn was same but every time it came it re freshened my soul and made me glad and forget all the things that made me sad true, most of the rich are luxuriated and pleasured in jeweled lump but the pleasure obtained by the mesmerizing nature's beauty lies within the reach of some...
Brave Indian warrior Sitting alone in the woods In the soft glowing light Of a low hanging moon Shining on the mighty river Brave Indian warrior Playing the flute The forest comes alive Animals waking from slumber To hear his melancholy tune Brave Indian warrior Deep in thought The music lets him escape Taking his mind of things And focusing Brave Indian warrior Reflecting on the past Thinking of all he did All he could do All he should have done Brave Indian warrior All alone now Concentrating Drifting away Into exploration of the mind ~~Written By~Brittany Larson~ For Constance's contest ~"Tell His Story"
< raise your glass toast to thy new year recant memories close and near shed thy tears for beloved that died ring out wild bells to the wild sky new dawn is upon horizon bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned basking in beauty I did cry ring out wild bells to the wild sky winter spring summer and fall's theme natures way of trickery schemes weaving another day to try ring out wild bells to the wild sky ever try an moon and stars dance believe me they put you in trance so raise me once again Lord high ring out wild bells to the wild sky crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings illuminates hearts strings nettings ask not pass singing auld lange sye ring out wild bells to the wild sky Entry For Dr Ram Mehta's Ring Out Wild Bells To The Wild Sky Kyeriell Contest G.L. All
Little town of Pemberton. Oh, little town of Pemberton You've stole my heart away I wake up clutched within your bosom And greet each new born day With heart made bright by what I see The magnitude of you The birds sing out, Wake up, wake up As they ride your skies so blue. Oh, little town of Pemberton As the morning sun shines down I breath into me, soft clean air And stroll towards your town As everywhere I look I see Your special kind of beauty To sing your praises joyfully I feel this be my duty. Pemberton, my heart lights up As I look into your skies Through canopies of deepest green Is it any wonder why Some folk, they travel untold miles To catch a glimpse of you Oh, Pemberton, sweet Pemberton With the sky a cloudy hue Oh little town of Pemberton You live within my soul Just walking through your wonderland Has helped to make me whole Your waterways, and giant forests And the depth of your blue skies Will make me love you, Pemberton Until the day I die.
The moon reflected off the ocean, so bright and so real I spun around on my toes, with my face looking at the stars, The cool breeze lightly touching my face Wearing just my summer dress, The beautiful melody of song, in the Back round touched my heart Everything was a dream, a fairytale I put my hand to the blue moon light ocean and put the droplets of sea salt on my face the smell was amazing, everything nature had to offer, It gave it to me, just for that one night I looked to the sky one more time The moon reflected off the ocean, so bright and so real
As if the words beg to float from my throat, But only spill with the ink of my pen; Only with nature's embrace and sweet coat Do I feel truth form in words and begin. Solitary confinement- I'll find peace; Only within, I can feel the soft hum . . With each stroke, and spill, a gentle release To nature's sweet music, pluck, and soft strum. Nature shall comfort, wherever I go; No matter the warm breeze, or the cold bite. . Caressed by nature, rocking to and fro' While I admire each beautiful sight. So now that no one's here to inspire love, I'll find it around, within, and above.
A warm breeze gently lifts the white voile I watch it dance from across the room where I lay Half awake, and recovered from yesterday's toil I'm awakened to the smell of an early summer's day Honey suckle makes its heightened presence known As it thickens the air with pungent perfume Soft, sunrays through the opened window shone And cast shadows of climbing ivy in costume While brilliant blue skies steal their golden hue Bid me arise and take in the vast beauty all around The endless sunrises and sunsets, to pursue When the world is young again and life is more profound I hear the ocean's call through the wind, 'come home' Our long distance love affair still grows strong It makes no difference where these feet may roam In summer or winter, love endures and can't be wrong ~*~ 06/12/13
Through the lonely woods, I may head, Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread, At the secluded horizon, I may stare, And only you, I may see, In those symphonies of silence, In those melodies of calmness, In those euphonies of quietness. By the silent lake, I may lay, Till the twilight fades, I may stay, Then in reclusive silence, I may walk, And only to you, I may talk, Through those toungueless emotions, Through those wordless attachments, Through those voiceless sentiments. In the lone meadow, I may wander, Along the untrodden paths, I may waver, In companionless seclusion, I may hide, And only in you, I may find, The depths of oneness, The bonds of togetherness, The cozy feel of coalescence. In the wilderness of emotions, I may die, At the merciless daggering, I may sigh, Through a million wounds, I may bleed, And only in you, I may seek, The balm of love, The warmth of affection, The heal of inseparability.
Beautiful blue mountains with shimmering sunlight like the flicker of a candlelight as the sun passes through the many tree branches Different shades of green grass that cuddles every thing upon the ground like a king wearing his crown winding around through the town Blue streams and rivers that move and run like a fountain down the sides of the mountain splashing at all it's surroundings grasping and thrashing around but unbound Miles of fields that invite you to lay down and stay awhile and look at the mountain side and the hundreds of hillsides As dusk starts to set and the fire fly gives off it's fire light you can see the mist rising from all around and the singing from the insects playing around This is My Home Tranquil and serene never gloomy just full of beauty It is the place my heart is at one in which I will never depart This is My Home and it is set in stone. 2/3/15 T. Reams
One sunny afternoon I looked out of my window It was a sunny afternoon Behind me on the radio The softness of a jazz tune Played so sweetly in my ears A lovely serenade And then this sight did catch my gaze And everything did fade For there, before my spell bound eyes I saw this wondrous scene A mauve hibiscus lighted up So lovely and serene Did sparkle like a million gems Among the mauves and greens Oh what glory, oh what joy I felt within this scene. Oh life is sweet, and life is grand When seen with heart, and eye So when this image came to me My eyes began to cry As all my wonder asked of me Where does it all come from? So much beauty in this world It just goes on and on. 23 July 2013 @ 1452hrs.
< enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom fourty years later someone else now cares for them fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon waiting watching for sun to come up again soon to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father somebody still cared though sick and times unable and answers it's door for which one has come bothered to let bask in roses empowering fable and not to be called as it's one's roses robber French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.
Every day is a wonderful day Every day is a wonderful day Each moment a pleasure indeed Cause I live on a wonderful planet Where my life does fill all my needs There's the sun that comes up in the morning The sweet birds that sing in the trees And those trees as they reach up to heaven Oh, I love how they dance on the breeze It seems to me everyone's moaning About all the things they don't like There's something so strange about people A sadness that touches their Psyche They don't see the world quite like I do And they don't like me smiling at all And because I'm a happy old fellow They think I'm a bloody old fool. But I wear a smile, cause I'm laughing At all of the troubles I've had I once was a troubled young fellow And everything hurt me so bad But now there's the sun in the morning And everything life gives to me And I am one happy old fellow As I love everything that I be. 4 July 2013 @ 0455hrs.
She was a devoted ole gal always at her best so many days I cried hanging off her chest down to the lake in the hot summertime we would cool her off and swing on a vine Every morning at five am here came Belle, now my friend and again at six pm there Belle was ready to work again years passed and Belle became a part of our family we worked, we played, and we milked twice a day Half my life she was one of my dear friends I greeted her in summer with warm sun burnt skin and in winter I spent my time warming them when Belle died I can't say things were ever the same again Belle had become more than a cow in a pen, who gave us milk she became a babysitter, a circus act, part of the swim team, for the neighborhood but most of all Belle had become a lonely teen's dear friend
Early morning feelings I sit me, here amidst the flowers And play the poets role As branches dancing on the breeze Give magic to my soul Sweet music plays on the stereo As the birds, it seems, join in And fill the air with harmony That quietens minds dull din. Then rose shrubs pink and orange flowers Send their perfume out to me As I sit here in my comfy chair And listen endlessly To the silence all around That holds the many sounds In this garden dressed in bliss Such solace can be found. No work for me, not ever now I watch the day go by And drink in beauty peacefully That all around does lie As I peer into my deepest soul And see what lies in there On this cloudy early morn With sweetness everywhere.
The wind blew events all over the place. Intense emotions and it gave chase. Lightning lighting to show us the sky. People try to sleep and not cry. Wisping by the wind keeps us awake. The time trying to sleep the storms take. Chills in everyone gives all shiver. The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver. Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop. The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop. People have seen such devastation. The road that people made was week in creation. Rivers near by was over flowing. Trees that were there was not showing. By the hour it claimed many. My father woke up and did not see any. Floating by was a boat. Keeping people above water and a float. My father kept a canoe. That some day we would use it, that he knew. Time to paddle up and down the street. The rain water kept getting on our seat. It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud. Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud. The smell of moist water never seem to go away. My brothers seem to still sleep anyway. My head was bobbing up and down. I was so tired that I could not hear a sound. The wind blew back and fourth. It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth. Till all the people we saw with grace. Help us out with embrace. The time was so late at night. Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight. The fight with the weather was so hectic. The feelings of energy was electric. Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand. When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand. With hard workers like my mom and dad. They make things happen that is not bad. Rough with weather they experience more than ever. Leaders they are they are very clever. From the night light of street lights to the morning glow. The wind did not stop so. Bringing in more clouds that ill. The people who were still tired still had will. The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side. Pushing and the force brought water inside. The battle of our hour was getting long. Backup people came to aid us was strong. Rested they were to keep everyone with hope. The people stopped the water with the strength of rope. Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together. It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather. Chaos comes happiness how true. This is why we are human that gives us a clue. It is our nature to keep rain falling. To know when it is time for our calling. The winds bring such pain and sorrow. That is why rain sometimes fallow.
In the exact moment that I am right now I stand in a sea of vulnerability; susceptible to the effects of causes around me and since I am fully aware, I own my surroundings I am one with sounds and vibrations resonating from the earth; I am that pulse of the drum beat thats been thrashing inside me since birth Right now, I am exactly as I am deeply flawed and misjudged used, victimized and persecuted Right now I am you in the absolute Right now, I am exactly as I am balanced, whole and complete attracting abundance and certainty Right now I am peace - still you Right now, I am exactly as I am You
In the meadow is a quiet place Little creatures run around and give chase In the meadow were it is peaceful Little creatures have dreams that are cheerful In the meadow were the sun some how shine Little things of nature will combine In the meadow the wind blows softly Little creatures get bother abruptly In the meadow life goes on with delight Little creatures scurry when it becomes night In the meadow the grass some how gets tall Little that we know it makes sounds that call In the meadow we hear whistles Little sounds that some times chimes like crystals In the meadow the water flows Little things beside the water grows In the meadow we smell moist grass Little we know that nature has sass In the meadow we wonder what will be Little is what we know about the meadow you see
Beneath the opal passage of the morning I surrender to my gaze, and I am thrilled Where the cattle graze upon the hills The grass is wet and chilled by morning dew Under haze and clouds, and glow of rising sun Among the fragrant flowers growing wild I will try my best, to take a careful step Not to crush,or snuff the life, of even one I see a thousand blossoms dancing here They flaunt their beauty to the sky Seducing blackbirds gliding low And filling senses, restoring souls Yellow buckwheat nestles at my feet Stalky lupines, with tinge of blue And wild flax fragile on the stem Will bend and bow to every breeze I will sit beside a lodge pole pine Take my rest against the bark And hear the song of meadowlarks Embellish stories of the day A colored carpet deep and wide Lies before me with such benevolence A morning shines, with flowered grace Kissed by the sun, tossed by the wind Planted by God, and born to be wild
Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh… I'm venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul's drying out… like a drought… Drain out the fluids from my heart It's gouging me…bruising me to the core… **chorus** Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky… You fall in my arms – you die so warm Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits From the…underground…and release me – I'm breathless I'm drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… Remember me…I'm falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I'm bleeding so softly – cut out the wood… Splintering me…I'm shattering… and I'm falling in the abyss Bring me more radiance from my candle light Warp me up in bliss…don't let the midnight sky…don't take away my delight From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh… I'm failing *chorus* I'm drowning in regret…ooh..oh… Hit the bull's eye in my heart…embrace the light And don't leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite! Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night And don't let the dusk escape us… I must confess… I must confess… I hate to see you abandon the light… But I'm not the one to save you from the night Ooh…ohh… *Chorus* Splintering lies fill your heart I want to kiss it goodbye… But you've mastered it like a piece of art I want to kiss the abyss and die… Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul But I'm failing and the end of time has taken its toll Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart But the anguish still swarms in my heart… I'm failing…my heart stops beating And my desires are fleeting From my grasp And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… *chorus* Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me… As I fall in death's arms…I die so cold And your heart is made of gold Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares Answer our prayers & block out the night Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears Unravel Your words of life & delight
The power of life It's so refreshing, sitting here On the banks of Margaret river Such a wondrous kind of feeling My life, it does deliver As I sit here on this patio Letting world just seep on in The sound of birds the breeze a singing Oh my, what a lovely din. So many birds here in this land So many different songs I sit here in this morning light And I know that I belong To all this wondrous stuff around me I am it, and it is me I know it when I hear that breeze It's a song of mystery. Oh, what joy to be alive On this lovely summer morn Oh how wonderful to see This new day being born Oh, what joy to listen to This bird song symphony Oh what power there is in life What power there is in me. 31 January 2014 @ 0552hrs.
You have your North side ducks, And you have your south side ducks. Neither the twain shall meet. For each one had his nose in the air. They simply would not do the greet. So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond. Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let's call it 'Stomp The Pond' Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat. So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete. But she couldn't cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way. Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day. But you know, there's always one strange duck, and that's the one who built a bridge. Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id. My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be… The world works better when brought together… By the builders of a bridge.
Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day by Amy Swanson Kissed so softly by the sun warmth on my face wind in my hair enjoying this place of quiet contentment at peace with life letting my problems go .... ... flow... out into this sunfilled sunshine sunglow sunkissed afternoon without a care. Breeze blows gently I close my eyes ... soul drifts along entwined with nature precious moment peaceful solitude ~d r i f t i n g~ dreamlike... kiss of sun hot on my eyelids - my heart open I welcome the day.
The pleasure of the lake Each day I charge my batteries With a stroll down to the lake It's a must, to walk those wetland trails It gives the mind a break From all the turmoil of each day It's a journey into peace As those dancing trees that ride the breeze Give my soul such sweet release. So many things there, one might see In those wetland trails I walk I find there at Lake Joondalup A place where nature talks With wild birds everywhere one looks And frogs, and kangaroos Little lizards, perhaps a snake So much there welcomes you. That such a place could dwell in Perth This gives me so much pleasure. Communing each new day with nature To mne, this be a treasure. This lake, it reaches out to me And tells me 'Life is good' It's such a joy to have this lake Here in our neighbourhood. 22 September 2013 @ 0640hrs.
Sun kissed sand, Waves crashing, Seagulls laughing The Beach Feel the heat dancing on your skin, Filtering through you, Penetrating your skin The Beach A contradiction between your senses The cool, cold water lapping you Surrounding you, Taking you in with every crashing wave The Beach There is an island beyond the horizon The clear, blue sea surrounding it The grainy sand behind you Clinging on to you The Beach Close your eyes Let the heat penetrate you, The water envelope you Because slowly Slowly, It's time to leave
Wet 'n wonderful Monday morn Not a time to fret 'n mourn Hummers muster steady fluster Tongues a flick in feeders Males chase in up and down As ladies take their turns to feed It's all a constant dance to light My joy of life in need These visitors of tiny feather So fine to see in any weather Prevent my feeling down It hurts to even frown
Peace surrounds me on this day in May as I let destiny have it's own way I smile down on whom I am made grandly by all my yesterdays I will live again and all my hopes and dreams shall not shatter I am destiny's lost prodigal child, May has been a source of pain for me Seeming to harm me with it's innocent days hidden in coy smiles, yes it lied many times but not today, the day after yesterday beginning all my tomorrows We can not always live in the growing fields of flowers picking them and hanging them up to dry somehow in making something beautiful we forgot them and they did not dry, yet died We can not always hold onto our flowers some do not fare well to the process of living dry so today is not tomorrow nor yesterday but it will always be lost amongst some field of flowers No garden to train, yet sheer joy in what is natural for miles as far as the eye can see it is spring and I pat my body down, I lived through the night yes, I am alive, and did not die, as they live their destiny Yet, my flowers have no scent, and not many want them , but what glory can be found in the ordinary flower? the garden of no surprise with many needs to thrive, none, for there is nothing grander than a flower growing in fields wild Next year, it will spread it's seeds in the wind and prosper so much grander it will be each year there after, yes, growing wilder and my prayer is no one will cut them down or poison them ever-after yet someone will love the flowers growing wild tomorrow and the day after May they become a heart's desire, and glory will forever remain in those alive, and wild but never dried, or tamed, for how can we say nice things about something, we set aside to wither and die, in shame and pain, that should always be allowed to grow wilder, to wither and die not tomorrow or the day after will edit when I get back home. SORRY GUYS!
< Bao - Yu precious jade your angelic font cast mirrored images off stilled pond orchids in woven hair garments of satin and lace you lying in fetal position upon granite's stone tell me heavenly Goddess Why Do You Look So Sad ? Written By Katherine Stella For Rambling Poet's Reflection Contest G.L. ALL Name Of This Poem Is Entitled Bao -Yu
I am a simple lady, Doing simple things in a day, I born in this world, Doing my best if I could. I'm here not to impress people, Nor try to show them I'm able, I act according to what I thought, And follow God, the creator of this world. Life is not as simple as I think, But I face it without a blink, More important is that I have the strength, To overcome trials on my way to the end. 5th Place Winner For SKAT's "You" Contest
She clings to me oh Mother Rain The liquid spills of pearls unchained My tresses wet, a cool delight As always she, the nymph of night Inducing trills of birds on flight; Her crystals drop to charm the sight. With fragrance sweet that lingers bright On moon bewitched as air grows white, That on damp flesh, a thirst incites A torrent wild for soaking rites; I drink her wine without restraint And bare my frock to romp again. . ......... Duo-Rhyme Contest of Andrea Dietrich
Virgin snow forms a blanket of shimmery white. Pine tree boughs are weighted down this night. Not a creature stirred. Not a sound heard. A feeling as If I were standing within a snow globe. A magical story to unfold. Silvery snow falling upon my face, Sticking to my eyelashes, creating white lace. Crystal tear drops forming upon my cheeks, Giving me a look of mystique. Street lights disperses snowflakes in a whimsical dance. Making my nighttime surroundings a fairytale-like sense. As if a child has shaken the snow globe to see, Falling snow crystals shimmering silvery white onto me. Tiny miracles of light, Fluttering, dancing earthward creating a magical sight. By Connie Gildersleeve
trotting across my back field there's a storm brewing-in it's misty friend is climbing through the cold, prickly wires Delicately drenched, as wet as a dog's kiss, there's a-storm brewing-in it's casual pal is breezing- bothering the wicker trees. his smile- brightens my mind like the italian renaissance. inhaling red tipped cigarettes we chat under the glistening leaves. But there's a storm brewing-in it's hamper full dirty laundry is drying- stringing across my back yard. his laugh- is as pleasing as old dogs learning new tricks. Just one more outburst, and I swear this storm will turn to stone. I bask- his attention is as gratifying as a masters gentle stroke just one more round of darting eyes and light hearted jokes. I realize now, He grumpiness does best to protect what's raw and rare- from the snakes who try to tear us away from home. Like stumpy cigarettes, hanging off the tips of tough our lips. we'll share each other's worlds. Yes, Like stumpy cigarettes, hanging off the tips of tough our lips. Come- let's melt into each other's worlds.
-Read from bottom to up, left to right and help me climb this mountain- Truly Rejoice To be free, To reach the top Just allow yourself You are very strong I am no longer afraid Soon I will be at the top It is so beautiful and bright The luminous peak is in view Birds and insects cheering me on And laugh wholeheartedly as I continue I recall Mother Abbess from The Sound of Music By legs began to feel the tire of present but still I go I can never truly feel alone in this realm of natural green Alone I climb, accompanied with the music of my tempo-stilled mind I scramble like a beast, engorging in my own energy and headstrongness I fear no end of precious time—I certainly fear not the likes of you, you rampart My head is whirling in the wood—basking in the smells and sights of the enigmas beyond No rack of irrespirable doubt can dare to bring me down again—I simply, modestly refuse it I am inwardly confident and free—eyes focused straight up to the flurry, blurry peaks of new The sun beats down on my flesh—tough, warm love that has supported me from the beginning of time Without further forbidding thought, I make my way upwards, looking up at the highest mountain in awe -it may be a little too long at parts, but it DID fit on my microsoft word anyway...xD Enjoy my pyramid/volcano/mountain thing..-
< symbolic icon abrupts captivating flight honoring fallen amidst lined tombstone's marker at historic Fort Snelling Written By Katherine Stella 8/8/11 Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's Bald Eagle In Cemetery Contest G.L. All
Amid the flowers ever blooming, ever fragrant, Amid the stone pathways edged with brick, Amid the gravel I peacefully walk over, Hearing the slight crunch beneath my feet, Here lies color upon color of hanging baskets and garden trims. Here lie bushes of color to draw me in. Cooler air and peaceful, beauty surrounds me like a cocoon. And amid this a fountain of gentle beauty I do not wish to leave soon. A fountain that totally greets my senses. The running of water, the bubbling and tumbling over stone. I feel the peaceful sounds deep and close inside. A bench begs me- "Stop. Rest your weary soul. Feel the peaceful sound." Here the songs of birds do greet me as they eat from feeders above and Drink from the fountains below. Their colored plumage and delicate flight adding to the beauty bestowed. Other fountains with gurgling water entice me from place to place. What beautiful shapes and designs do I anticipate to be next? Beside what peaceful flow of water will I next seek my rest? I linger and forget my travails as I mentally rest. In this shadowed and cool garden I linger to hear sounds and see sights Never to forget. As I continue the journey an occasional bench begs my senses- to stop again. Feel the peace. See what is here. Some fountains have hidden treasures to espy. Statuary nymphs and frogs peak quietly from gentle foliage nearby. I beg to know what animals traverse here in peace within this world. My mind begs me to write words to describe such delights. I am enveloped in a feast before, behind, and surrounding my senses. A trellis begs my attention in lush smells sent to my nose. A trellis of color and unusual design to add to my prose. A water sprite beckons my indulgence to notice her again. Finally the tumbling of water sends me forward to a new treat, Begging of my senses the new treasures for to eat. Each a joy to behold. Each adding to my wish to never leave. Eventually the world will again bend me to my knees. But a moment I have gained of beauty to behold. A memory to take in my sojourn, as my life unfolds. Memories that can bring me back to this peaceful place in my mind. Though only a moment, I have gained something precious to behold. I now carry within a pocket of my mind- a memory to bring me back to The Fountain Garden. CSEastman
A day in the country I went to the country To see my Bro's Land I saw he had worked hard His land looked so grand For a second this envy It tapped on my soul But then I looked deeper Saw things as a whole! I looked at his features All the lines on his face Not character lines Those lines that add grace Just sad saggy lines From worry and stress There was naught in his manner That read happiness. I'm a loser to his type I have no ambition I live for today He lives for his mission But I have a smile And a generous heart While he, how I see him Is a grumpy old fart. 10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs
Reflecting back on all the times we felt, that life had done us wrong, The daily struggles, the missing pieces, the days they felt so long. Without the hope inside sometimes, that life could ever change, Until one day, the lightening hit, we felt its stinging pain. Alone we were and full of fear, we sat and sometimes cried. Until we were willing, to let someone in and put aside our pride. "It's an inside job, but let it all out", we once heard someone say. It's up to you to make the choice, so start anew today! The daily decision to change our thoughts and all our actions too, Is not an easy task, but we'll find our bonding glue. Not sure exactly where we're headed, we just swiftly plod away. Remembering who we want to become, lies in our choices today. If life gets rough, just phone a friend, or take a walk outside. Breathe in fresh air and think good thoughts, and put your cares aside. Just one foot forward is all it takes to get to where He's calling! The path is outlined for us as we go, He'll catch you when you're falling. Tears may come from time to time, and that's ok, you know. For in our quest for what's to come, they'll be sure to help you grow. No pain, no gain we hear, but here's the best news yet…… We're promised a life we'd never dreamed that alone we would never get! With the laughter we'll share, and the friends we will meet, our fears will melt away. Our gratitude for the new life we're living will shine with each new day. A simple change in attitude will help throughout the years. Life will become like a new pair of glasses, We'll see laughter through the tears!
Beneath the autumn trees I lie The leaves drift down around my head I'll hear the sound of wild geese fly And dream, I will, upon my bed As the golden sun of summer fades And the leaves are turning scarlet red The world becomes a bright cascade With Persian rugs of leaves to spread The pond is edged with twigs, and sodden leaves The odors of the earth, green moss and peat The roots of quiet trees and rotting logs The crumbling bank where cattails wash their feet Where tiny minnows dart with lightning speed Among the roots where wild ducks come to feed The very core and essence of the earth Born of melted snow, and sleet and rain Of birds who roost amid the tree tops high And breathe the wholesome fragrance of the sky Trees that sway and swoon along the bank Shedding leaves of amber, rust and gold Like ashes left from burning autumn dreams To listen, standing guard on either flank O'er twig and stone, with watchful eyes so keen While shading coves where angler poles have been Across it's face, a restless ripple seen Where tangled grass and weeping willows lean Upon the shores where struggles soon will cease This place to spend in nature's splendid peace 8/17/12
My ancestors walking in the night using oil lights and moonlight for guides while being instructed to Wade in the Water to camouflage their scents like disguise The Sweet Chariot awaited so they could ride away Harriet was a soldier and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang Steal Away They would follow the drinking gourd so all were in accord to go north The Gospel Train was coming and at the end of the journey was a fine reward Freedom was coming and it was a long time coming and they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing and I still hear their tired footsteps running Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray Stolen from my arms a random September day and eliminated our chances to run away together No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness giving me the hope of finally being free Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith on bended knee There must be a place for me among the light of this darkness Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers no thought on their conscience Thank goodness for the safe houses that supported our traveled distances and for the conductors who bore witnesses and may God have mercy on the souls who were against this and on those who chose to forget this sh@! I still hear crying in quilts of safety because I know that the burden was heavy to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men catching run-away slaves for money Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this loved induced journey and they made it So all that bull about how your life is hard just stuff it in an envelope and save it
I have it all What need I, I have it all There's nothing that I need This garden offers everything Oh, yes, it does indeed Those branches dancing on the breeze Green parrots gentle call Soft music on the stereo Oh yes, I have it all. No treasures in this whole wide world Could give me any more One moment spent among the flowers This be what I adore Hibiscus with its purple flowers Those softly cooing doves Soft green leaves in the morning sun Oh, all of this I love. Those dark grey clouds that fill the sky Give off a hint of rain As I wait to feel the velvet drops I'm like a man insane Drinking in the sweet damp air And this beauty all around I open up my heart and soul To the harmony here found.
Yin Yang Joanna Davis We make our own demons create our own gods our lives are a series of evens and odds In the ebb and flow of the rockiest tide, truth is a pearl, we all seek to hide Success, just failure turned on its head, The path to victory, is littered with dread Desire and fear a fraternal twin, thoughts control if you lose or you win! A need, a plan, action and grace, will shield you from all arrows you'll face You cannot win, without playing the game, if nothing is changed, the results are the same The life you make is all in your mind, to have tomorrow you must leave yesterday behind.
< 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
Sweet little hummingbird so small so slight I do so love to watch you when you appear. To hear your wings humming as you fly it fills me with joy to watch you buzz around. From flower to flower, you travel on wind currents drinking floral nectar so you can fly forever after. Pollen you spread giving back to the life where you fed. Oh sweet hummingbird is it loving life where you are led?
Oh, natures tree, how are you blooming, When Winter is arriving so coldly? With colors so vibrant, how do you reflect the dimming light, so boldly? Were you confused by the sun that rises too early, or conflicted by the manipulation Of season? Or defiant, to natures authority, and just decided to create Your own reason? Buds blooming, with a brilliant color. . Branches Reaching to skies with absent sun rays; Surrounded by browning and wilting Life; Yet your brilliance, Your beauty, and Loveliness stays? Oh, Valiant tree, why bloom now? When all that's Left here is the rain? Darkly tinted shades Of grey, Dying life Laid at your roots. . And yet, you're blooming All the same. Your golden hints of Sunshine Though clouds fill The sky . . Your branches' room For lovely birds, And yet, they all have Passed you by? And still you bloom, Defiantly. Growing with nothing But self desire, Detesting before, As natures core, But my soul Will forever admire
~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
It's here at last At last the spring is really here The weather's warm and sweet The doves up in the seed trays coo As so peacefully they eat The fountain plays a melody As wispy clouds up in the sky They form in me these images As the morning passes by Geraniums in their many hues They shine out in the sun The dog runs round with rubber bone He's having heaps of fun The mulberry tree is so alive She loved that winter rain She knows as she grows her baby shoots That the rain was not in vain. The washing hanging on the hoist Gives out such sweet perfume One would think the gentle rose Was close with tender bloom Mauve hibiscus dances softly Within the cooling breeze And all of this portrayed together It gives my mind such ease. 9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.
The clouds shook A thick, black, very wet blanket out In the Southeastern quadrant Of the New Mexico firmament, Complete with lightning And growling, crackling, Massive basso-profundo sound effects, Inviting the sun to rest, Take a load off, Reeellaaaxxx! Abrasively radiant, Helios glared a brilliant, heated, passionate, Steamy smile Into the arid monsoon skies And refused Storm's invitation To lie down and go to bed
As I drive along Spring sings me a song daffodils wink colors of white and yellow – oh for to inspire a fellow Red buds proudly glow as they loudly show of a pinkish hew but is that enough to inspire me or you? Distinctly, nature begins to paint the landscape clean and appears like a rolling Irish scene calmly it wipes away at winter's rust as it melts away its final thrust the promise of more spring color it does entrust Deer are on the move as their menu choices begin to improve while the weeping willow cheers along as it develops its summer leaf song Robins and hummers begin to flutter as they return north like a child to a mother feathered flashes of red, blue, and brown sing and dance around as I joyfully drive into town
Quietly I wait, thin, round, I hold the perfect shape To be the one chosen, if only to be picked I'll promise you my wanderer you worries I shall fix With thrusting speed and gracious flight a great release I await a simple flick of thy wrist and across the waters' I'll skate I'll sail so free in dancing steps with murmurous whispers I'll sing In flight I'll ease your weary mind then beneath the waters' I'll sink A peaceful day is all I'll leave as rippling dreams float free I am that stone of simple beauty in silence I sit and wait.... _________________________________
Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby.. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby Twilighting glow of the sky.. Wanna fly so high.. Sparkling amidst the million stars.. chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par.. As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain.. Your arrival in life diminished all my pains.. God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem.. Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim.. At an astounding pace time flew.. But When i didn't see you..I feel like..Life is been dew.. Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me.. Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your's or whatever it will be.. Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly.. But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly.. As like snow crested the nestled mountains.. You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains.. Being With you, Life is euphorically elated.. Full of high spirit and delighted.. Thanks for being accompanying me my theist.. Your admirer with lots n lots of Love: Madhavi. Suyog.Pagare
Within ashen sky, glistening falling flakes flow. I hear them, whispering gently to and fro, Not saying a word, they speak gently to me. Telling me of beauty above, I'll never see. Each one a different wonder of life's bliss, Rendering, touching crystal clarity, not to miss, Surrendering glory of nature, with snow, Before my eyes, smothering green, glittering so Lazily lying upon all, silvery frosty covers adrift, Announcing another season, arriving now swift. Now the sound of crunching, an allegory, Kidnaping moment, amidst such glory, Each day continuing, upon nightfall glisten, True sensations, winters blanket disposition. written by Cecil Hickman date written 11-19-12
The trees are dancing Birds are flying peacefully They make life happy
June 24th 2010 Twin Key Hey, help me out here would you please? Can you show me where all my whys go? While you are at it search my I told you so. More so, that alter ego I want you to seize. Listen here and listen up, it has twin keys. I tell you something else, do not tell it no. It gets bigger and bigger a dynasty I know. Blow a kiss for me send it my best breeze. Roll out my red carpet, Spit-shine your shoes, Sit it down just park it! Say I depart my blues! Look out here there is two just like me, God blessed you! I have my Twin Key. ®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Run, run, run and give it all up! Into His arms, commend your love! Through Him, you are saved! What a beautiful, glorious day!
Mothers are the best They are like a test They are very loving They like a flower budding The treat us like a fest.
Midnight glows from behind pearl- glazed pools, darkness hides the delight of eyes wide open. As time floats by in dream-like waves, sunrise blooms with the wake of morn'. Scented petals of nature's honey linger; butterflies perform in perfect harmony.
Inspired by a night time view over Dublin city from the Featherbed Mountains. Standing on the edge of a forest overlooking a night time city, Like a fallen galaxy trapped between the sea and mountains tall. Multi-coloured Stars sparkled brightly, beautiful yet cold. At least that's how it felt from the darkness of my lofty view. A whispering forest sigh ran cool fingers through my hair, As if admiring the shared view while, tolerating my presence. The creaking wood behind, swayed like a landlocked ocean current, Pine leaves wafted down, scratching the air as they vainly spun, Like a child leaving home for the first time, tremulous yet free. Alone and muted flew a neon eagle, high above the city jewels, The clouds dissolve and the fallen galaxy reflects on high. S.de B ............................12thJuly 2012
I know a place where cats enjoy long life, where human intervention is tolerated, but, where only cats are allowed It is where they rule, decide their fate, to go hunting or sleep late, prowl their border, look for a mate, food abundant, early or late, no need for a snack with an always full plate Non-skid litter lines their bathroom floor, ideal for completing their daily chore, no need for flushing, gets covered instead, when it reaches its peak, mysteriously disappears, automatically replenished, a new floor every other day or more When night time falls they are free to prowl, crouching tigers one and all, waiting to pounce at the slightest noise, or attack a shadow suddenly appearing on a wall, their prey, rarely actually exists, makes no difference, prowling is not something they would ever miss, immediately after a good prowl, onto their bed, a good stretch, sleep away until daylight Come first light their tummy signals its time to eat, they check out their food bowl, if stale, it is time for humans to wake Hunger sated, find a sunbeam to bask and wait, awaiting a signal, to do whatever their mind dictates Ah, such a place is the mind of a cat, from where they rule and dictate, how we humans who love them, make their life great
Summer's Spilled Milk City dwellers pumped; Oil effused into ocean, Ocean creatures died.
Short dresses, flowery heels, Here is the time for fun on wheels Long nights out, laughing and sipping wine O Moon, how silver becomes your line! Down by the sea, days are spent dancing Swimming or loving, summer is so pleasing! A break from work, seems like heaven is here On the boats, even the wind caresses like a peer! The season of love, much revered by all With you, nothing remains, whether ice or wall Kisses shared on the shore, Hearts with glee, shout, encore! Flowers given to maidens by lovers Flowers lovely with the essence of summer flavours Ice creams, chocolates, shopping, sun Oh even the policeman is such fun! Summer, the right time to find love Among the seashells of the cove Or by faking a wreck on a lonely island There, even the Devil shall bear with your stand! Placed 9th in the contest Summer Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark. He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog. Behave said the frog, for you are no shark. I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk. The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk. He wouldn't be gainsaid on being a shark. As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont. Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want. Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark. But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn't want to disembark. So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back… And as he bit the snake's tail the frog hollered SHARK! Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off… Thinking it's better to be safe, than as some one else's dinner doffed. So some how, together they both became what they did want. Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond. The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want. Still, don't stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought… For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk… Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.
Age of purity and innocence, this time of change meets a blooming maturity Fulfilling form, stylising figure; nature produces fine specimen A time to play with hair and fashion To perfect beauty, applying make-up and perfumes Bringing forth fresh radiance Changing mood and attitude A young lady, pleasing to the eye stands before mankind A budding beauty ready to take on new life style To seek, settle, nurture, or give her all to career Go-getter or jet-setter her presence is felt near
It begins as patters of tiny feet , , On leaf and roof and pane What a lovely sound, with scent so sweet The welcome autumn rain Silver webs of watered light , Upon the window glass Crystal droplets clinging tight To each blade of emerald grass , At last it comes rushing! Ending a summer's curse , , Raindrops are gushing Over a drought stricken earth Seeds shine of silver With a forgotten intention , Planting each sliver With sweet music sensation The drizzled words that sputter Rushing down a drain spout Filling all the gutters With a farewell song of drought Cool on my fingers, Running down my wrist Lifting up my spirts With a blessed autumn gift ' ' ' ' For Francine's Contest: Flowing Water By Carrie Richards 9/26/11
Walk with me the water's edge, when the sun and sea have met... Our shadow's long, the day is gone, but it's not dark just yet... A kiss, and passion fills our souls, as the beauty of the night unfolds... Lovers now - in silhouette, we share the stars beyond the sunset... Copyright © 2011
When sunset's flaring fingers caress the earth and dance a blazing trail across skin winter-pale and extrovert embers kindle frost-frigid air as firelight flirts and flickers with flame-molten flair; when carnelian clouds tumble in fire opal skies, or marigolds and nasturtiums bloom and burn; when sunshine fruits fatten and flame on lace-leaved trees and apricots and peaches sweeten sultry summer days, or fire-tinged juices tingle and fizz with refreshing vivid vivacity, and tangerines tartly blaze; when heat sparks healing hope within my heart and paints warm sunrises on the canvas of my mind, then bright vitality ignites as sun-smiling hues combine and my whole world is coloured vibrantly joyful and kind.
My Kingdom When I'm in my garden I'm a King, I have a throne I sit here very solitary I am happy on my own All my subjects gather round The birds, the flowers, the trees And all those noisy Sand gropers The frogs, and all the bees. Canaries have a special place They play music for my court Often wild birds join along As I sit wrapped in thought. My courtyards are not tidy All the bushes cling together But hey, they give me so much shade In our hot sticky weather. So I sit and write my memoirs down Like a good King really should As I sit here in my kingdom And I really feel so good. 28 August 2013 @ 1419hrs.
sleepy lotus eyes gaze at singing frogs hop by… a pond dance invites © ........ .. ' by nette onclaud for PD's Haiku vs Senryu
The Beauty of Nature Greener fields I saw from today Birds flying in the sky with happiness Trees are dancing with the soft winds Words are not enough to express my gratitude Because of the beauty I saw in front of me Cricket's sounds I heard within Frogs jumping from a distance Grass scattered everywhere It's truly the beauty of nature That God created for us to care Mountains looks so calm in sight Moon and stars so bright at night Clouds so white we see during the day I appreciate God's gift and I'm so happy my 5th poem on PS :) For PD's "Any Poem #5" Contest my 5th poem on PS :) For SKAT - OZ "5th poem, you have post on the soup" Contest
Not the material guy I'm not the material guy Ambitions were never for I I'm always the one That gets noting done I'm a dreamer, I cannot deny. My mind it is not very clever My heart is as light as a feather My manner is free Like a bird in a tree And I never will worry, not ever Just like a river I'll flow And always my heart it will glow I won't push the river So life does deliver A feeling that each day does grow Until the day that I die I won't let a day pass me by Without looking at me At within, what I be As always I'll ask 'Who am I?' 18 September 2013 @1800hrs.
I heard people talking about her beauty before even coming to Ireland. I went there to meet her, she whispered to me, but I just looked and stood silent. I felt so minute facing her splendor, the ancient wisdom I couldn't dispute. In wrinkled waters I saw my reflection, in her humble manner with no imperfection. From pebbles to poets so many have loved her, I also do miss her; the true Irish princess.
Princess Tinsel. It was a day in springtime in the valley All the Elves and fairies gathered round Today it was the coronation morning Fairy Princess Tinsel would be crowned. As blackbirds and some thrushes in the treetops They warbled out a happy sounding song The crickets and the frogs joined in, in chorus You could tell that there was something going on. Fairy Princess Tinsel, she was lovely And on this very day she would be queen And all the woodland people were ecstatic For such a caring princess she had been. So then the valley's filled with happy laughter As fairy dust did sparkle everywhere For Princess Tinsel soon she would be ruler And oh, that lady was so very fair. And as I end this story our Queen Tinsel Has married her the prince who now be king And peace and happiness does rule the valley Which now they call "the land of everything". 21 August 2013 @ 1635hrs.
What can a man do To plant a seed in the ground So strong a tree grows
This lonely, calm island, not bigger than Portland is our escape from reality... in it there's much possiblity. Even the happy lovers on Venice's lagoon will envy our secretive, peaceful place; wouldn't they pay the largest fortune for a night under the moon's alluring face? You, sweet joy, lay on my chest... let the bright clouds carry your serene dreams far away; while you tremble under my caress... how sublime is to see those green palm trees sway! I, lover and friend, will obey any command: whisper it, or write it in the shimmering, silver sand; I will look away as if I had no curiosity or clue... asking the coral moon to paint the tropical night blue. Entered in Gail Doyle's contest, " A Tropical Theme Under The Moonlight " written by Andrew Crisci
At the edge of dawn, to climb the path, along the windswept hills The world lies blue, from a downy night, and views serene and still The world is hushed, nowhere to rush, at least that's how it seems I will walk along a crystal stream, as if it still my dream The arching sky, surrounds my eyes, a morning star that shines As sun comes up to tint the snow, with pink among the pines The birds and deer have reappeared, and all the things that creep Below the hills, a sparkling town, is soon aroused from sleep The world is changed from winter's blue to soft and ermine white A snowglobe world, is all aglow, of winter kissed delight My soul refreshed, with frosty breath, and I find my worries cease Contentment comes on silken wings, my world seems filled with peace _______________________________________________ For Juli Michelle's Contest: Winter Blue
Flowers Not named Unknown to those with no curiosity Buds, that dream of one day blooming Being, more than they are Flowers living Being Thriving Touched by those who love Protected by those who wish to love Wishing to be more than they are Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world Hoping they are strong enough Wishing to be the best You, Me, Us, Everyone
Society, community, society, community. You can leave now and let me be. I will swim free, free in your sea. Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh you will never see. Broken hearts, bodies too, beloved inner child, I love you. Purity. Alone. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity. I know now that this is all I need. To be. To be. That is all, just Be. Burn your toys, television too, kill the car, the radio..... MOooooooo. Unleash, unravel, these boys, disentangle, unblock, reset there mind, please sir, could you be so kind? Simplicity, Simplicity, simplicity. Eye's clenched shut. Now I know, Alone in my hut, not long to go, you will be free. Free. free. free. Buy the car, buy the house, buy the cow, consume, consume, but how? Now! Now, now, you tell me are you happy? for ever and art thou. Ah ha, you see, you see. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity. That is all I need, I choose now, my self is free? Yes, yes, yes sir, me? Free to sit, sit and just be. Me? Free? free to swim in this endless blue sea? I will just sit, sit right here, against this healing earth, oh so very near. My mind is liquid, free to birth. Just be. Just Be. Just Be. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain Valley and creeks and eagles that soar Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain Relish with me if you will if you must if you can Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain There is a new day a new beginning and a new you Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain
I'm climbing Above the canyon…the sun Hits the rocks I ascend As I take risk after risk UP I GO! I'm climbing I rely on my own strength I'm doing FINE! I descend While I urgently hold on For dear life…
Gathering grey clouds Whip crack of frothing thunder Is this Africa?
Cherry blossoms bloom; the townspeople sing, laugh, dance: hope springs eternal.
oh, mr. sunshine, how you do glow on sunny days which your rays do sew and oh, mr. sunshine, how i miss you so on those gloomy days when you decide to go. oh, mr. cloud, how you do impede that mr. sunshine who is kind indeed and block those shining rays we all need, big, wet teardrops fall from your own guilty greed. so cry, mr. cloud, cry your eyes out cry me a river and wipe out this drought for once you are done with this maddened bout mr. sunshine, with golden rays, can again walk about. oh, mr. sunshine, keep your head high happiness is abundant when you are nigh for even mr. cloud, who heaves a sorrow sigh warms his fluffed limbs in your blue-crystalline sky.
From the moment that I met you, As I gazed upon your eyes, I was overwhelmed with comfort, As I began to realize, That you are my soul mate, You balance me out, That you're the yin to my yang, In my mind there's no doubt, So I share with you this poem, To express my emotions, For you as a person, They're as deep as earths oceans, An earth angel in spirit, You're living in the light, You give power unto others, Through knowledgeable insight, You're a beautiful person, Your hearts filled with love, You've the mind of a goddess, Intentions pure as doves, Your figure is as gorgeous, As the moon and the stars, You motivate others, To seek out whom they are, Your aura shines vibrant, Your smiles gleam bright, The advice that you give, It reflects divine light, If the whole world could meet you, They'd begin to believe, That through thinking divinely, True beauty is achieved. Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
< 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
The wild berries of the Northwest it seems every path you walk on , they are there for you to sample , Almost as The city of Portland itself is welcoming you with astonishing beauty, the view of a snow tipped Volcano , as if greeting you with a basket full of fresh wild Marion berries The beauty, just picked plump , the color of dark purple a fragrance to savor , what will I do ? will I make a pie or preserves ? Oh the pancakes and waffles , the Tillamook ice cream is a must ~ After rinsing the fresh picked Berries with water and dusting them with fine Sugar , a hint of cinnamon , if pie , waffle , or cake . maybe just plain , serve with whipped cream made from scratch and a leaf of mint . The Salmon , the berries , roses and apples all in the Great Northwest , You may visit however be warned , for many have come this way Many have travelled a far , For the great Spirit of This Northwest will encompass and astound you . Begging your soul to stay and live the way of a Portlander . Give me rain I say , for the green here will blind you, it is like walking off the black and white set of Wizard of Oz, and opening the amazing door to Colors .
The symphony of dawn Have you ever had a day? When filled with energy Your mind just wants to spread delight And your heart is filled with glee When your happiness just touches folk Cause, they can see you glow Have you ever felt a time? When only love can flow. Have you ever had a day? When the whole world seems to glow Have you ever watched the dawn? Or watched the morning show Have you sat there near a fountain? And heard the magic sound As it bubbles out its crystal song And fills the air around. Have you watched the morning breeze? On a soft, sweet summers day As all the many branches dance In a lovely kind of way The sun lends them so many colors At the hazy birth of morn Have you felt that morning feeling? It's the symphony of dawn. 16 September 2013 @ 1209hrs.
The greatest gift sixteen new plants Red-Tip Photinias those transplants My children contributed funds Husband and children dug in grounds Vision_ something to pass descendants Their beauty was one of constants They caught disease an accident In my memory they still stand. The greatest gift, Came down with a fatal ailment Those Red-Tips were greatest accent In winter they helped block north winds Were more valuable than diamonds Those Red-Tips, but to fire went The greatest gift. Contest:Gifts given, Gifts received. A Rondeau Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan Click on "About This Poem"
one leaf dangled from a single spider-web strand in fresh morning air as I greeted the sun, sitting under a tree in my dew-filled backyard I was stilled by the beauty of this lone leaf, in its simplicity But, then the leaf fell I was startled, but the joy in my heart remained **morning, noon, night senryu contest
The wind doth brace my body so, As I stand astride the moor. Invigorated by its feel, To the sky an eagle soars. For what splendor and sweet freedom, Will my soul, feel such happiness. Given all that's gone before me, So much sorrow and unrest. Oh to see the sun at daybreak, At dawn the rising mist. To walk barefoot on the dew tipped fronds, And to know that I am blessed. For upon my face the warming sun, That leaves a kiss with such caress. Flowers with scented blossoms lie, On their petals my head I rest © N windle 2012
Written by Cecil Hickman Spring delivers a sweet kiss from thee Touching lips ever lusciously Releasing sweetness for me Warming you tenderly Breaking cool air free Springtime decree Ceaselessly To be We Written for Sponsor Michael J. Falotico Contest Name "Nonet Me A Spring Kiss"
my heart sets on fire cold snow-crystal on my skin a heartfelt meltdown ©Ellie Daphne 11/24/2012 Contest Name FIRE And ICE Sponsor Carol Sunshine Brown
Author Note: Entry into Blind Faith Contest At the end of days, the earth displays its anger, Clouds part, heaven awaits, choosing life, I depart.
Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns
Suntanned toes Submerged and swirling tepid water In lazily summer circles While I float Dangling fingers, barely skimming the surface Hypnotic lapping little waves Caress the warm plump vinyl inner tube While I float Strands of hair dipping into the lake As I gaze upward at Forever bright blue summer sky And clouds like carded cotton fibers Floating slowly by Sun kissed thighs and freckled knees Bobbing slightly with the breeze While I float And perfect summer flows Around my suntanned toes
Blossoming Effulgent sun proffers love Clambering… Ascending Above the undergrowth…of Thorns and weeds Furtively The moon unravels wonders Glimmering
Rain drops pounding upon my window pane, Oh joy! Not the foreboding sound of gloom. The sun blotted from the sky by gray rain bringing harmony and flowering blooms. I hear the distant sky's waning thunder. The catharsis of mother earth's womb shares the joys of rebirth in the winds chorus with the sound of wonder. In the warmth of my home, my soul declares; the rain has come to relieve me from stress. Shall I take a sweet nap or lose control? In my flannel pajamas, I delight in quiet time alone, feeding my soul. First, sleep with dreams, love caressed in starlight. Hand-in-hand, a stroll under silver moon. Awakened by a gentle kiss to spark feelings stolen by my mundane routines. With flower petals strewn, moistened blooms beckon me out to the park to skip and splash like a child in blue jeans. Rain still pours from the sky as I reach home for a matinee, Singin' in the Rain. Cozy with hot tea, no more need to roam. Warm, content feelings, I cannot contain. Gene Kelly inspires me to leave my bed dancing through my house with full abandon. Music plays loudly, I'm liberated. A gray day turns bright red. As I dance, ducks splash outside on my lawn. My tired body feels rejuvenated By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for An Ode to Small Comforts on a Rainy Afternoon contest (Cyndi MacMillan)
Engulfed deep within beauty Of shades and light Within textures I cannot feel Curious of simplicity of such purity Reaching out, to try and grasp it Awakened in the truth of forbiddeness Teasingly she caresses spiked green hai And kisses curves of bodies Jealous of her lovers I wish to pull away To no avail, as her face brightens Closing my eyes, trying to silence my heart Her color and spirit consume me Tugging more at my dark life Slowly transforming into a new form Her body over me and pressing down Whispers of such melodies I cannot hold back my passion Each day she embraces me No matter her mood or emotions She never leaves me As I continue my daily routine We exchange air kisses Melodies follow me during the day And at night I leave my window open So she may enter and hold me tight My heart still dances When I see her face And though our love unseen Our relationship forbidden There isn't a day I am without her My light, my dark, my love, my song The dearest of my heart- the sky
Acknowledge beauty Convey delight Enjoy fully
Fine white powder dusts the landscape, fluffy flakes flutter and fall, landing on our skin now pinked by the freezing air, taking delight in the beauty of the season.
Rigid around the edges Behold blissful paradise A spring not yet discovered graceful earth divine -MIRANDA LAMBERT- 1ST PLACE IN DODOITSU CONTEST 2/23/11
Return journey flight Peeping through the window pane To my sheer delight Clad with snow and misty clouds Himalaya greets "Bonjour"
Sweet kisses of fall Brings sensual caresses That charms winters chill Touch of winter's charm Wrapped up in awesome delight Delivers embrace Emotions of sight Raptures heavenly spring sounds Building into heat Summers delightful Fun, fantasy of the mind Dearest affection ps: sweet love to all at PS and the world as well the universe. Blessings written for Sponsor Destroyer ~ Poet Contest Name MY FIRST 2012 VALENTINE *CONTEST* HAIKU~ ONLY~ XOX
Silent moments together that Creates passionate desire. Feeling the closeness of nature that bloomed on face of the one we admire, creating warmth that ignites into a burning fire, giving feelings that takes us to the seven heavens or even higher... Gazing in nature marvel as our eyes met each other so profound that we immediately drowned into each other's gaze. Holding each other there, and no use for words to say, as we exchange a visible frisson in lingering glance. Bodies so close while we shared a romantic dance, a sensation like a hypnotic trance, Then our heart takes over and emotions conquered the rest searching for comfort, I rest my head upon his chest. Feeling the pounding of his heart that beats only love for me Accepting the gift of love that overflows the hearts. Awaken flame which makes no other pleasure feels the same. A complete satisfaction of wholeness That goes beyond physical attraction to a deeper commitment.
. never will I know again your gentle laughter--- except in the voice of spring bursting with tapping... raindrops dancing in pure joy ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' For Francine Robert's Contest: "Wow Me With 5 Lines"
Heart filled with happiness, eyes much merry; cheeks color strawberry, just running through fields of ripe huckleberry, keeping away from the buzzing, restless bees... going to a from their sweet hives hanging from massive apple trees. More than childhood memories, such are these... a reflection of youth that removes them from nostalgia; husky peasants shaking off the husks from the golden corn; a tasty, hot corn meal for those winter's dinners drooling on my tongue. And approaching a torrent, I threw pebbles found on its almost barren banks back into the spattering water that I drank sporadically until I was full, to indulge in its freshness...squashing tiny daisies that seemed too afraid to squabble with a giant and fight for their survival. The southern landscape with its mild climate, was rich and fragrant, inviting hands to pluck the delicious, tempting fruits off their branches, scattering the thrushes engaged in musical tones; and I tongue-tied hurried along cogitating an instant. Would it be too childish to ask for a come-back, to relive the cheerfulness of the oldest days, ceased by time and age; to observe a reflection of youth take shape... and embed, in a secret, a conversation regardless of present knowledge? Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!! ~Two boys meet on an island ~~One is skin 'n bones ~~~The other one is chubby They discover a lagoon~ Ralph teases him by calling~~ him "Piggy" - how mean!!~~~ Piggy asks him if There are other people on The island with 'em He has no clue But this'll answer Piggy's question -- Other boys appear - All diverse shapes and sizes What'll happen next?? You'll see... Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies? I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies You should read it - or you'll regret it!
Africa I hear your song, I feel your beat, Ngiyakuthanda Africa And you take me home… Your wide open spaces, Tseno metala legodimo, Your rivers run strong Your mountains stand proud. Africa I hear your song I feel your beat Ngiyakuthanda Africa And you take me home… The sun shines brightly on your copper field, Your endless horizons set me free… Your winds guide me to where the rain falls down On the earth where you grow wild and unruly Africa I hear your song I feel your beat Ngiyakuthanda Africa And you take me home… In jou het ek n tuiste... Africa
Through this happy season, when everything is green and blue, we won't see snow-capped hills, or mountains, only brooks and rivers bubbling in sun rays; lay down on their bends and hear their music as children do! An Australian spring is unique and beautiful, everybody is welcome to join us in song; bring your flute, guitar and drum... make music in jovial air while it harmonizes with serenity! Through these four short months, feel lively and observe the eager butterflies kiss wildflowers, but an occasional rain may fall from the vagrant clouds... see its gentle raindrops delight open eyes! An Australian spring is unique and beautiful, especially in the wilderness and countryside; down here, isn't spring unforgettable? Let's run faster than kangaroos that seem to glide!
Speckled Mist Beautiful colors, magnificent swirls Large enough to consume our world Then as if connected to an invisible cord All become stiff as an old iron board More beauty than could ever be caught Its multitude could never be bought The force of it all becomes unstoppable Within one breath it forms into a single giant molecule Watching all things stiff Starts forming a speckled mist Within a dark green hiss It's a piranhas kiss Thats what that is And out of the violet mane There hearts open souls untamed From speckles to freckles to lines we would miss Within a males pyist It's love not in a grist It just keep forming out a name Once again eyes wide open love without game
Rose sunset on the Flint Rose glowing through dark trees What a beautiful sight To set my mind at ease The sunset in the west Cast rose on the water This winter sunset best Since dining with lover Looking to the east now At the close of the day There rose a golden moon To guide us rest of way To just sit and absorb The glow of rose on Flint But glow is only reminisce Of God's accomplishment On the left was sunset To the right the moon rose At same time too beauties Awe inspired by God suppose
Upon the flushing milieu of twilight, Vague shadows of the ranch hands brook. A proud slow march on hackneyed legs, In the slow emergence of autumn's dusk. Today's sullied labor grimes the worn denim chaps, In the dawn to dusk harvest of the seasons haying. An aching exhaustion on sweat muddied faces, The price and the pride of the old rancher's toils. Barns piled high from the summers green fields, The homestead prepares for the silver of winter. Lost in the muted glow of sunset's backdrop, The prairie echoes thanks with a soft cowboy song.
Red roses Lips of love Before my eyes...you
Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me, quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder of where you have stepped before Crisp white blanket glints almost winking it's Christmas card welcome as it's vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew Nothing seems out of place A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition to offending hand and screams of pleasure Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model Returning with woollen hat scarf carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived For mother nature's hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle
Rocks in the garden All of them unique. Ignore the time in question, Turn the other cheek. When scholars wrote their fables They knew of this surprise. Something tells me it will unfold But will not be our demise, For there are flowers in the garden Standing bright and beautiful, And the heart grows even stronger, When rain is plentiful. Crafty words and long silence. Breathing seems a chore. Cluttered thoughts of jealousy Of times that came before. The rocks are in my garden, But they are strewn across yours too, And I love you more than life itself- Our seeds of love are true.
Green and golden vibrantly shines on soft red lines as summer dew is gentle blue The hues of the peacock feather in all weather fills one with love in gentle cove Silver blessings fall from above labour of love feathers unfold a bird of gold 10/10/12 By- Tahera Mannan Contest- Just A Minute!
Esmeralda and the fairies Esmeralda in her garden Was playing with her dolls Amidst flowers so beautiful And the sun shone down like gold. Midst butterflies and pretty birds And trees that softly glowed She saw two fairies oh so pretty As one sat upon a toad. The toad did look so happy there With the fairy on his back. They came up to a pretty rose By a little grassy track Then one fairy danced a dance Little heart all filled with bliss As Esmeralda felt such love And so much happiness. The other fairy started dancing As the toad just clapped his hands Esmeralda watched it all Oh she thought it was so grand But when she told her mum and dad Well, they just laughed at her And told her it's imagination That it did not occur.
Mystic beauty of the sky, high above the eagle cries. Tranquil sands beneath my feet, reminding me of nature's peace. Blending beauty all in one, with silent moments under the sun. The silence of Serenity Beach, and calmness of the open sea, whispers from the solem breeze. Breathing in the salty air, the wind brushes through my hair. With tranquil moments under the sun, soon this day is over and done. Waves in tune with melodies, and peacefulness surrounding me.
As beautiful as this. What could there be As beautiful as this? What could there be could give to me This heart brim filled with bliss? It didn't come from beauty It is beauty, itself What could there be That could give me so much wealth. I'm sitting here I've got nowhere to go Got all I've ever wanted I've found that inner glow You tell me you've got riches Foolish look upon your face But have you got the wisdom? Have you got the grace? What could there be Could erase such loveliness What is there in this big wide world? I really must confess That all this bliss within my being There's naught worth more than this I have everything I want That's just the way it is. 29 January 2014 @ 1925hrs.
A bright blue sky catches my eye As the beauty of the horizon glistens And the sun raptures my soul The warm sand flows through my hands As i gather shells along the shore In each one a story told Of life on earth a priceless birth Of wonderous beauty To admire and behold
Communal spirits rise into the air Cautious of the white rabbits stare Circle is the frame of choice while laughter is the authentic voice Curtains of white move with flair taking on shapes an eagle, snake, or a bear Clamoring for the right place little ones realize a roasting pace Cooking white clouds to brown or black looking like a cumulonimbus stack Curious stories are told to one another unwinding witty tales to someone like your brother Crackling noises fill the dark air driving away thoughts of despair Contented spirits embrace the night glowing embers fade from sight By: Richard J. Long - September 2012
I breathe in the infused Essence of my ancestral lands My heart is as one with its beauty I long for the feel Of natural grass -- beneath my feet And the sweet floral blends How--Enticing to the eye's I watch the rain cloud in reddened sky Bearing the teardrops of heaven Readying themselves to spill ~ As a sweet tasteless elixir; Upon the winds, to touch the earthen floor… I dream, of the cool water's edge Watching the fish jumping upstream While sitting in an old birch tree… I carry freshly picked berry fruit In an old papyrus sack and Dance beneath the moon I dream of the cool water's edge Watching the fish jumping upstream While sitting in an old birch tree… I listen to the timber wolf howling in the hills Possibly in search of his mate ~ I dine on peaches and cream -- it is now getting late… Drawing fresh water in which to bathe I grab homemade soap to wash my back Cleansed, are these ole bones of mine… Night works its magic: as I climb into my nap-sack, Viewing totem clustered stars in form of the bear I can be found in a state of euphoric bliss – The crickets' chip, all is as it should be While camping beneath the stars of my youth-- Accepting of natures sweet infusions…
Whilst in the country Sometimes whilst in the country I'm feeling really great As the breeze it rustles through the trees And in me does create Words that come out soft and sweet As I'm wishing I lived there Yet all around are countless folk With faces filled with care They're just like all those city folk But they have no excuse Bricks and concrete all around Is an awful kind of noose ! But in the country, boy, oh boy How can folk be so glum? How can they walk around like this? With all their feelings numb. To walk around and feel real grand Is the way I like to be I love to laugh, and dance through life Though I am seventy But if I lived out in the country Sixty, I'd be again Cause country life would make me feel Like a fish, on a day of rain. 2 August 2013 @ 1655hrs.
Uncurl, uncurl the fragrant leaf the flag of Spring, joyous relief. Let watercolor flowers rise, let winter's white be exorcised. Waylay your woes, leave off your grief. Tulips and pansies fill our sheaf. Abundance eases disbelief. Lift your eyes toward His blue skies Uncurl, uncurl Hear His robin's merry motif enjoy the scents, for life is brief. Drink it all in, don't compromise. Yes, we are in God's paradise, give praise, live in this right belief Uncurl, uncurl
With a sleepy smile she whispered "I said I do today" Spoken words with heart and mind Lust and desire made clear "Boy, how you grind my gears and still arouse such wantom awakening to parts of my body previously only stirred…" My mind turns to the number of times we have all but made love with our clothes on Innocently touching, holding, wanting Preserving something so very special ready for the day that I can take you Knowing you are my bride, belong to me, are part of me, for now we are one Together every breath, movement, thought melds together in heated entangled embrace My hands search for the warmth of your touch the silky softness of your satin smooth skin Item by item crumpled garments fold to floor as I slowly admire your naked womanly form for first time watching waiting wondering yet knowing you are as ready as I as you smile I scoop you into my arms, lie you on our bed Slowly we make our way into Paradise, lost to ourselves Found in our desires for one another Destination – satisfaction We arrive as husband and wife
sun kisses the dew with feathered hues of sequins the whole world glitters with extravagance of light in the red bannered sunrise no trumpets are heard for the wide lift of pink sky as the crimson sun greets the earth without fanfare but wraps the soul in splendor Leonora Galinta's Contest: Tanka Crazy/Sunshine
< amidst grass carpet he plays long ears bushy tail white paws nibbles bulbs munches away poor little thing had some flaws hides hair braided and despaired didn't stop this little guy thought to self this wasn't fair bowed head and started to cry nectar is what he had sought on this hopeful days journey not to be trapped or be caught or carted off on gurney Mister Nibbles came to play In garden's bedding today
radiant colors flash in curves writing hope in sky… lightning hides its stare shy roses bloom… wearing rainbow's velvet hems in new horizon by nette onclaud for P.D's Rainbow
A flower petal Blossom on a long tree branch With a bright color
I hope there's a place Where critics can give an ace Where we can believe the impossible And discover the incredible Travel across the pacific And find the nature's music A mystical and wonderful island An island that can be reach by your hand Few people are allowed to see The mysterious island where nature is free It might be miles and miles away But someday you will see its way You might not find it here Because it's hidden in the walls of your fear Break the stones of brick And let no one see you weak Find your way to that place And you can solve this maze A labyrinth full of struggles And a reward that will make you startle.
A blanket on the ground White daisies strewn around In a meadow where we lay Beneath the azure skies Bright monarch butterflies Captivating in their play And from a leafy hall Sweet blackbird's fluting call At the crowning of the day September 29th Balassi Stanza
After the rain, the speckled glint of shimmering sand is now muddy brown. Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer, the winter beach has shrunken in, changing the colours of my day into a darker palette, shades of grey. The sun shriveled pale faced and worn as the cold season begins. Seagulls a beacon against a slate November sky their sound, comfort to a lonely beach. The steps down to the water, pea green, slimy weed on stone bright against an ink-rippled tide. Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while textures playfully mingle. The salt air stings my nostrils caresses my lungs with wellness. Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide. I look to the horizon and imagine another me walking a beach somewhere over there, listening to my thoughts, as they channel the sea Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain solid, as in a freshly cemented path their sound, echoes in the shells.
< No Guts ! No Glory ! C H I C K E N !!! My Unique Line By K.S. Chicken I Will Try Anything Once Esp When Comes To Daredevil Adventures Skydiving Skiing Hot Air Balloon Entry For P.D. Contest The Most Impressive Line
Oh the tranquility Birds singing out Flittering around Happiness can be heard In each caw Oh the tranquility Sand warming my feet Shifting underneath Spirit can be felt In each grain Oh the tranquility Waves crashing down Splashing all Old life can be seen In each bubble Oh the tranquility My heart beating In rhythm History can be sensed In each beat Oh the tranquility The scenery overwhelming Breath taking is the view Souls at ease In each essence of the sea
< falls bright foliage reflects own mirrored images off motionless lake clusters of billowing white filter from chimmeny's home stacks red gold brown and green illuminating snapshots etched in minds own eye transferred to painting canvass under moon's and stars dance theme the winds of gallows taunt not the sleeping forest with your shivery hush hush this one silent night don't wake the sleeping giant Entry For Amy Green's Enchantment Of Fall's Tanka A Moment G.L. All
Anxiety about what I might think preceded me As I sat on the stool in the middle of my living room Ready to think about who knows what, I relaxed for a moment and then closed my eyes. Gratitude and peacefulness were my first feelings. I smiled inside thinking about how literal Ingrid had taken me. He remembered that I intended to write at 3:00 a.m. As the clock ticked, Ingrid kept time for me… Fear crossed my mind next, afraid of my own thoughts, What they might be. Nightmares. Horrors. Repressed experiences dreaded. But thankfully, the ringing in my head saved me. At least for that moment… A few things slipped in. The Jeffery McDonald murders That took place when I was stationed at Ft. Bragg, N.C. The horror had anguished me on an off over the years. Then, I heard the crickets again. Thankfully. Next, a hit and run accident that was reported in the news years ago Flashed through my mind…anxiety from Army days. It had happened on a road we sometimes traveled. Fear, reality check, and cricket sounds followed. Yes, it is that cricket sound that I enjoy so much. It took me to the natural world in all its beauty. Little seeds germinating in my sunroom... Crickets outside making their noise; I smiled again. And the crickets in my head chirped. I was thinking that this isn't so bad after all. I have learned to find happiness inside myself Then, Ingrid said, "Time's up." I felt relieved. © March 1, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen My DARE: Dane, you picked Dare* I dare you to sit in the middle of your living room... (on a chair if you have toooo!) Close your eyes, and feel for 5 minutes... (you will need a stop watch that alert you when the 5 minutes are up. During them 5 minutes, you have to feel everything, allow your strong emotions to feel. Even if you have little one's are running or your cat is purring at your feet. Don't allow it to bother you. You have to concentrate and find that one spot in the back of your mind. The part that digs real deep into every feeling we forget is there. After the 5 minutes are up... Sit in the spot where you write, and write for 10 minutes, Write about every thought that passed through your mind in a poetic way, sad~happy~ mad, crazy.. and so on... Take us deep into your mind... Thank you..pd Confession…I wrote more than 10 minutes…time slipped up on me.
My Handsome King Your royal palms gently wave at me each time I see you, I have to blush each time they do. Your sugar white beaches moan for my feet to greet them each time we meet. My feet move to the beat of salsa when they remember you. Your gentle breezes caress my hour glass hips each time I run to you. They rock me like a baby when I sail over your bright blue waters. Your bright moonbeams create a halo around my head as I shake my long golden hair to say hello to you. They dance around like a drunken gypsy with the sparkly stars up above as I take my midnight stroll with you. Your regal art deco buildings of pastel stand at attention, every time I dream of your streets of gold. Your sun's rays of warm glory tickle my bare breasts gently as I rest my body on the safety of your heavenly sands. I humbly bow my head to you with honor, for your sweet whispers of hospitality have overtaken me, my Majestic King of the South Beaches. Miami, you are my handsome, winter friend.
we are one spirit... there shall be no division... edify each soul...
I want to be free to be me I do not want to be anyone else. I like me. I love who I am. I just want to be at peace with God and put my past behind me. I want to live in the Present and enjoy my life. I want to meet some handsome guy yes one special handsome guy and go on dates and be able to have some fun and enjoy my free time. I want to take nice long walks outside to be one with Nature and get my exercise at the same time. I'd love to maybe go walking around at the mall sometimes too! I want to get married one day and I want a beach wedding in the Caribbean. I'll be 32 soon and my biological clock is ticking I want a baby girl or baby boy. Maybe twins?
It's bout to get worse It was written in the verse The truth hurts ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED When the time comes No one's gonna hold up a sign saying it's time to "get right" It's gone come like a thief in the night! Blowin' up and wreckin ish! The war you want is the war you gone get It was written before our time We keep looking at the signs manifest before our very eyes constantly denying our right to be one of the meek ones of our time ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED We're at the end of what used to be existence Every super power will answer to a higher power so pray repentence The time is closer than any distance From Washington to Obama No one will escape the wrath! Hope you choose the right path! Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones and accurately take in knowledge of his son? OR will you perish in the dust never to be awakened again? No consciousness of sin ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED! It's in the verses Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it You see the times changing You see the minds fading You see the world and how messed up it is You see that nigga satan and his curses! I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses! ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED
corvette sunset blanket allset raced to beach, parked corvette, sunset glows! stretched out on soft blanket;allset--doze. Dr. Ram's Tyburn contest
Do unto others, as you would have done. Listen for guidance, while up comes the sun. Quietly, softly as you sit and pray, you'll feel in your heart, they have plans for your day. Bask in the goodness their presence imposes; just listen for signs, until the day closes. Savor the people, the places and things, and all of God's creatures, whatever He brings. For unto your path that you walk, you'll soon see, God's message unfolding for what you're to be. If you feel a slight tug, just follow their guide. Your actions of goodness will come from inside. The wisdom of Angels is here in our lives. They're constantly working to relieve our strife. Soft and furious the candlewick dances. Our lives are filled with second chances. Believe that Angels are caring for you, especially when you're feeling blue. Whatever your worries, whatever your fright, just meditate lovingly, on the candles dancing light. Then let your eyes wander to God's beauty outside; and know that your Angels will be your guide. Ask them to stay with you throughout your day, when you are working and even at play. Moments of silence renews our souls! Carry this goodness and watch what unfolds. We all are so busy, but if we take time, we'll come to the place where we'll feel sublime. Breathe it, allow it, feel it, dream it, know in your heart and then you will see it. The wisdom of Angels is a present from God. He sends them to you with a wink and a nod. It's a playful and kind and loving thing, to be touched by an Angel, will make your heart sing! B E L I E V E !!!!! Michelle D. ©4/28/2011
the early sunshine is calling the morning , the trees and the grass smooth as silk, birds are gathering with a new symphony painting the Spring. looking around the flowers are smiling to me, the sky sings along with the birds from the branches and the butterflies start dancing free. invited at their dance, lady bugs with small dots are floating gracefully in the air and on the ground, fresh drops of dew shinning under the fairy tale veil. the smell of the reborn lives is capturing my soul and my senses, I embrace the wind who swings the butterflies and my eyes are filling with happiness.
I walked across the pasture green In search of something yet unseen And as I reached the hill's crest What I saw below I felt truly blest. I very carefully made my way down Toward the little grove of trees I'd found Anxious to see what they did hide I gently pushed the brush aside. The atmosphere did suddenly change The green canopy kept the heat away As And the coolness settled round I heard the birds chirping sound. A movement to my right caused fear Not quite sure of what was near Until his antlers I did see And realized he wasn't sure of me. As I gazed into his eyes I thought I heard him breathe a sigh And as I smiled and stepped past It seemed to put his mind at rest. In shafts of light scattered here and there Wild flowers could be found Dancing on the gentle breeze Spreading pollen all around. I sat beside a flowing river In grass of carpet green Soon the little lady bugs Were resting on my jeans. A hefty branch protruded From the river's edge And as I watched ten little turtles Found themselves a place to rest. As they basked in the sun They seemed so at peace Until a pesky magpie Dive bombed them from a tree. As I watched natures wonders I heard a shrill scream. Suddenly I realized I am all alone I reached into my pocket And took out my cell phone.
As sun peeks from scattering clouds, nature follows suit as all gets bright. And with plants reaching up to golden halos, animals appear and bask in its silky delight. Such is her smile after a cloudy and misty day, refreshing and eternal as sol's awakening.
A seed of lotus grown developed in the pool fostered by solar warmth sowing in uncertainty to blossom Princess Lotus fresh leaves smile greet the morn swing in whistling birds' tunes fiber roots welcome exquisite nature wallow fondling natural winds forget neglect reflecting on clarity of the pool present fellow lotus to forget her loneliness learnt in dew wet her body swallow schools everything just a flash all the lost though the roots have not been cracked befriending the frogs tirelessly waiting for rains her fellow fishes instantiated devote themselves to nature silent princess lotus carve charming lyrics for the beauty of natural word ~(c)sukmawati komala~ 03 March 2013
"This is where we are," I said, as I aimlessly threw pebbles to my left... and my hand ripped grass, the destruction of Spring and the creation of happiness as we gathered ourselves in the midst of nothing-to-do, my nails recovered dirt as my palms discovered life and he took.my.hand. carelessly, without thought, as if it was the only thing to do... I checked my knees for bruises and found the fading black and blue of Pennsylvania, the pattern resembled the horizon we gazed at beyond the cliffs where my feet felt slightly unsure and my fear of heights dared me to step one inch closer to the edge, I had watched him and found his fearlessness to be divine as he went two inches and ignored the rocks I had payed close attention to race to the bottom of nowhere as if to find the somewhere that existed... beneath us... I gazed up into sunshine and followed the trail of Saturday clouds, dreams scattering themselves, their shapes secrets that hid in the middle pages of picture books, and I imagined us as my tongue spoke the wisdom of A.A. Milne and thought about the intuitiveness of childhood, I smiled, and inched closer to his side... "Here we are," he sighed, slipping his hand underneath the back pocket of my favorite tattered blue jeans, and as his fingers fumbled with the frays in my fabric, he kissed me, once, on the lips, a Saturday quiet where only we existed in the time it took breath to meld and touch, and settle weeks beneath skin in the slight chill of April, and I nodded as the sky watched us and thought.. we'd make a beautiful picture book, we'd settle in the middle of a page whispering secrets that could create the smile that spoke of youth.
Dawn is breaking Willie wagtail in my garden Sings a very special song Telling me the sun is coming Dawn will break soon, won't be long It's dark outside with full moon shining But soon the light will show its face Green parrot makes his bell like music How his song has so much grace Kookaburra, he is laughing Something funny has touched him Could he be laughing at us human's With all our wars and crazy din? Spring is just around the corner And all of nature seems to know As I sit here in the morning My world it has a special glow. Now the world has gone all silent Waiting for the dawn to break Soon the chorus is beginning Singing just for loves own sake All the birds will join the chorus And my heart will start to sing How I love these life soaked mornings Such joy to me they always bring. 25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.
Love is my nest. It holds me where all the world I see. It saves me from the ground which my soul will never meet. Up in a forest tree hunters scattering in threes they'll never catch me I have love. I am perfectly happy. relaxed I am I do not stress for there isn't life without my nest. who cares what's below? I am above. love is my nest My nest is my love.
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Skies ablaze with auburn rays Horizon foretelling the dawn A turtle strays through a lily pad maze We're the first ones on the pond As we paddle along we're singin' a song For the signs are clear to read If nothin' goes wrong it won't be long The fish'll be startin' to feed We hear the sounds, they're splashin' around On water once still as glass And seven pounds are about to be found In the form of a large mouth bass We start to row fast, the buoys zip past We arrive at the secret spot Then at last the pinpoint cast The Lunker is soon to be caught 3/5/05
The wood is piled my emotions riled Sweet expectations settle in my soul Sweat dappled brows my emotions drowse sudden conclusions fill in the hole of my heart. The fire started in the pit warming ourselves in it's globe and there we sit like two lost elves waiting to disrobe Take your time, Love The perfect man does exist. rlm '09
Those blessed wetland trails. The sun is shining lazily The sky is azure blue As green leaves dance with the morning breeze The birds be singing too They sing a serenade of bliss And peace is all around As all along these wetland trails Blue lupins can be found. The perfume heavy in the air It speaks of wild geraniums The young ferns looking soft and green And all those tall wild gums Give out a rather pungent scent A smell I've learned to love As parrots screech in blissfull joy In those trees there high above. The lake, she glimmers neath the sun As the ducks give lazy quacks My feet scrape on the sand and gravel As I stroll along this track. Trees all gnarled and and twisted Form a tunnel just for me Oh I could write forever But for now, I'll leave it be.
I stumble upon a river the way it flows and feels I take my shoes off and run threw it laughing looking up towards the sun I wake up and it was all just a dream my sister runs up the stairs she slams her door i asked her what was wrong she looked at me She says "mom told me you were adopted" at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch "mom?" i say she replies "its true we adopted you!" she got up and walked into the kitchen "after all this time i thought i was yours" i say My father gets up and walks out the door My mom lays her hand on her forhead Just dont worry about it everything will be okay "No it wont i say" i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing my whole life and who i should have been I packed my bags that light and i ran away leaving the less important things behind i set out on a journey to find my real parents I had my sister get there info. from my dads office I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address As soon as i found it i knocked on the door A man opened the door he said "who are you?" i say "apparently i am your son?!" "you put me up for adoption?" i repeat He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!" i repeat the story to her as she denied it She looked bruised and beaten up I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face I had no where to go now So i started on a journey back home But i never made it there I found that old river i use to go too i stayed there for a few weeks until i remembered the way back. I found myself that day I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them
The birds sing a song On a tree that is very high Music fill the air
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August spills rains with tapped grains, like pearl veins on roofs Drenched in soft hue, toes play new songs of blue night's croons ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
I gaze into your eyes, and all I see is the nature of beauty, through A glassed world,where your world has become the green pastures, of peddling flowers, that seep deep with in my soils depth, to strengthen and water, Upon this land, as we build this structured n' sturdy home, In A guidance of our Lord at hand, where the tree of life can grow, through us, and our children, As they sprout into butterflies, straight from the cocoon, nest freely, I can say we are that one of A kind, genuine family, everyone adores.... Entered in contest: Viewing Life Through A Lens Sponsored by; Sandy Ivy Davis
The start of the day The wind is kind of wild again As I sit on the patio The river filled with morning rain Looks wondrous in it's flow As the wind does put her in top gear She speeds upon her way She has one goal, to reach the ocean On this very rainy day. Along the furthest shore there be Some trees, with life all done And yet they seem to have much beauty As they glow beneath the Sun. A Kookaburra Laughs out loud Then he lands upon a tree He looks so handsome and so proud As he peers on down at me. A group of ducks come waddling by They're looking for a feed These blessed birds, they know that I Will fill their every need. Just then the wife gets out of bed And I make her morning tea And I cook for her some toasted bread As we sit here happily. Then the morning comes to life And the working day begins Replacing all that's natural With the weight of human din. 7 October 2013 @ 2109hrs.
You think you've gone just far enough, I could smile knowing you've gone far enough that you can't go back again You think you were careful but, I've caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form You think you can find a way into my good graces I've seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume You can't deceive me anymore and, I don't consort with serpents You think I'm a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win Don't underestimate me You think I'm a joke but, trust me you won't be laughing You think I'm just talking myself up but, trust me, you're the ones going down My eyes took too long to adjust Better late than never It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet Then I thought about the mess it would make I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own I was not weak, but I had a weakness A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care No longer Now my heart is a stone so heavy I could kill at least two birds at once Being the nice guy is a thing of the past Thanks for freeing me of that softness You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things When really I had just been swallowing razor blades Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong Can you feel my darkness coming, because it's eager to hold you If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run Your gonna be the one with tired feet I'm not sad anymore Just sick with the plague of your lies Contagious, and I'm looking for someone to kiss Even angels can make themselves wicked When we do, we take no prisoners Still think I'm a game This one is just beginning
The clearest day comes, an early storm made trees swing; lost my cowboy's hat... the warmer air soothes the chill, sunshine dries up traces of rain.
Glistening Silver Glistening silver on water's edge like thousands of diamonds for my hair - Snow covered mountains hide summer flowers of purple, pink and gold while black bear and deer search for left over apples from October's harvest. Ellijay is crisp and cleaned to perfection by nature's wind and cold - The cows hide inside the old, red barn up the hill. Hickory trees barren of fruit, yet a lone woodpecker flits back and forth looking - searching for substance from the thick bark only it can penetrate. My prayer for snow covered mountains has been answered. Seventeen years of Florida sun has scorched my throat and mind. I wanted to see New York snow in North West Georgia - One full Sunday of snow falling for my eyes to fill in the glorious beauty of winter's wonder.
An azure ocean Displaced by mighty blackness The horizon dies
There's a legacy inside him, As he sits upon his steed; His heart is filled with honesty, Not perjury or greed; He rides the same old range, That his father rode before; And it's been that way for forever, A hundred years or more; Pushin' cattle, brandin' calves, That is a cowboy's life; Someday he may settle down, And make some girl his wife; He's spent so many lonely nights, Sleeping under the stars, He hasn't got a tattoo, What he has are battle scars; There's a rip across his stomach, From a rangy longhorn steer; And even though it hurt like hell, He never shed a tear; He always outs on a brave face, Emotions locked inside; And for his cowboy heritage, He feels only pride.
A woodland path in the dappled sun hushed and quiet, Delivers the spirit to a place so sublime and sweet, Drives the soul to eagerly await an angelic meet, Allowing for moment in time, preciously private, Upon the woodland path there is a special climate. As you watch and adore all the animals you meet. You know in your heart you'll remember this retreat. Especially since your movements are on auto pilot. A woodland path excursion has made smiles appear. Your soul is at peace now with nature's serenity. Thinking has been freed, clouded webs are now clear. At the end of the woodland path, lies a new amenity. Though if heartaches should return, a path is near. Just follow your memories to woodland paths heredity. written by Cecil Hickman © ® written for Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ Contest Name A Woodland Path ~ written 6/12/2011
Beautiful Day Blue sky hangs above; Canorous birds sing to me, Today my heart swells.
Drink in the sun Until you feel every one of its rays Blazing at the tips of your fingers And its warmth filling your heart with joy. Drink in the sky Breathe in the vast hope it kindles In its bosom of blue, and feel its freedom As you let it soar through your mind. Drink in the moon Let its shining glory shatter into tears of silver Forever sparkling like twilight stars At the depths of your very last dreams. And drink in the laughter Of growing trees and singing streams And when you close your eyes you will feel The wisp breath of wind on your face. Then you will fly. __ For Amy Green's contest 'Choose One, Have Fun!' Topic: FLYING
Through that door As the Sun crashed through my window As the birds awoke the dawn My mind made new by daybreak It became the day reborn. And a whisper stirred within me From my heart arose these words "Go through that door to the other side Then you'll "hear" these blessed birds". And those trees did softly rustle In the early morning breeze. And I became the morning and the breeze that moved these trees And the whisper softly told me As the dawn it beckoned me "Go through that door to the other side Then you'll dance just like those trees". Through that door, through that door Go through that door beyond. Just keep on moving to the other side Let the shadows all be gone. That door seemed so elusive When I sought it with my mind Then the whisper seemed to tell me Just leave your mind behind Then I felt the sweetest music As the trees they shone so bright And as I wandered through that door I felt such sweet delight
The Canvas of Night Stars like sprinkled sugar, lay strewn across the canvas of night, enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos, my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight, I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight, absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight. Stars like sprinkled sugar, lay strewn across the canvas of night, and my being is infused with feelings of hope, for even in darkness I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light. note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.
Good morning sunshine I am so glad to see you Your brightness, your glow Magic is in the air, yes Written October 15, 2012
Hush now, listen, that sound above the clouds. Is it in your minds own eye or is it from the winter crowds? They tease us as they make there way, frosted windy dark and grey. This sound I hear is one I taste, I smell the air and see the day. My feet are bare, they sense the mirth, it belongs to them, this enchanting earth. I dare not tread too deep or tear, for it might break this spell I fear. Walking forth inside this dream, with weathered feet and legs so lame, it is as if I fell in love, again again to this fine dame. The leaves they drip from the sun they kiss, the moist embrace of drops are bliss. I look above too catch the sound of summers perfect song, hail to you thy song is pure, your love is true, I cant be wrong ! Hands stretched out as if to reach I shake this dormend man, so here you are, for you once more, she's done the best she can. So quick so fast your soul will know, jump the shrub and enjoy the show. There they are for one and all, ocean sky, earth and rock, they lay aside there different days and never dare to mock. Forget it not for this is true, this home's alive for me and you.
Wishful thinking rests upon soft summer butterfly wings warm breeze swims across my body taking with it my thoughts, dreams,wishes now they float, high above the endless clouds, like seeds from an empty dandelion stem suns rays wrap me in an invisible blanket of comfort tiny, speckles of wet dew drops from morning when God kissed the ground As I lay, feeling the touch of mother earth I drift to dream freely my Native ancestors dancing and chanting the songs of my people the Chickasaw A sudden itch on my nose brings me back to the present and as my sleepy eyes lift from crescent slivers to full dark chocolate moons I watch as a monarch dance across my face and kisses my cheek with its powdery wing as it travels above the endless clouds like the dandelion seeds
If only your blanket did not extend to my drive way It was but an hour ago, I removed the thin sheet you provided Now I must go out again Why do I curse you? You spread before me like a miracle all things purified You provide a translucent blanket of white children know your beauty why do I curse you? I choose to stay in my insulated castle looking at artificialy created flames drinking my instant coffee Still you call to me grab that shovel build a fort, reclaim your youth be the dad you wished for A hockey wrink awaits me outside my front door no skates required I Join in the laughter shake the snow from my furrowed brow Toss handfulls of fluffy snow from the ground I see my smile on their faces I get under the Blanket How can something so cold warm me so?
An earthly existence A universe beyond my minds, comprehension I die I rise Life lessons reviewed Homeward bound I am not lost, after all! I am a willing participant Serving, the Father, of all creation His son combined, 'producing life' as we know it Representing them, in everything I do I am nothing, without Love! My heart full of faith, loyal service I give Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me Worshipping our Divine Creator's existence Choosing to live, moment to moment Being as one with 'Our Universal Father' No physical permanency My physicality, disappearing My mortality existence, I let go of Death temporary My spirit alive! Relief, Peace 'I am only passing through!' A unique, experience of mortality A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
Serenity. Lingering alone on my porch, leaning against the wooden railing. Still feeling warm to the touch, after retaining the heat from the day. On a June evening, after the sun had gone down, just below the horizon. The silhouette of the darkening tree-line, contrasting with the light still remaining in the yellow-white sky, and streaked with lavender-blue clouds. Barely warm, but with a slightly, cool breeze, blowing around my body. Tickling my bare feet and my bare arms, and caressing my face. Gently flowing it's invisible fingers through my long, golden-brown hair. The essence of the roses, now peacefully asleep in the garden, mingle with the scent of damp, green grass and the fresh, clear air. Filling my lungs to capacity, when I close my eyes, and breathe in deeply. Exhilarating my senses. I hear no sound, except for a few birds singing somewhere off in the distance. The chirping of one lonely cricket, just awakening in the early dusk. And, the heavenly melody played upon the wind-chimes, by a most talented breeze. Serenity.
The blue waters, The green trees, The blue skies, The light breeze, The crisp air, The birds sing, The puffed clouds; The awakening.
Stop for a moment, to only admire The wondrous, warm world, where I do reside; These gigantic trees do serve to inspire, Notice the beauty, with nothing to hide. The golden orb shines through neon-clear leaves, From the canopy falls a single drop Of dew that is unstirred by any breeze, landing on my palm with a tiny 'plop'. Next is the meadow, so spacious and fair, Filled with daffodils, and fat buzzing bees. This fantastic scene, tends Nature with care, Yet Home must I go, now back to the trees, For with this family, I must be sure, Found at Home to make a nice, hot breakfast, Since my love for them, is ever so pure, So I bid farewell, as I'm Home at last.
The air is sweet, the sky is clear I know for sure that summer's near Pass my sandals and shades my dear I've joy in my heart and nothing to fear Winter was dark and long and cold Not even the sun could break its cruel mould It rained so hard I'm glad my house could hold But when winter ended, my heart turned to gold I'm searching a good spot, my place in the sun I'm yearning for laughter, compassion and fun To stretch my long legs, see how far I can run To find my soul mate - and say "You're the One" Well I've found a good spot, I'm searching no more I'm laughing and running until I'm sore My heart has mended, its really not raw Now I can say "This is what I've been looking for!"
```` `` `````` Captivating my senses, a floral banquet robed in gold- orange pinafores with curls, their faces upturned to greet new sunset trays of daffodils rouse fields in fragile twirls Untold splendor blushes of dainty youth luring me to pluck scented ruffles in a dish, but oh, daffodils in a dance whisper the truth "we're born free"; I bow and make a wish!
On a summer day The Queen and her Faeries Went out to play Amongst the whispering trees So much joy to be found Amongst the Whispering Trees To hear bird sound The red squirrels chattering in the canopies All the trees were in full leaf So many different shades of deepest richest green With a blue sky above Golden sun A forest, filled with love The beauty to be seen Forest Faeries could be heard up high Amongst the green leaves Watching summer clouds passing by They called down to a Summer Queen Who was walking down below "We have special gift for a King" "Please accept this beautiful thing" "From all of us so" A beautiful leaf fluttered down Greens and golds Reds too A beautiful leaf In the shape of a heart, true "A leaf" "A leaf" They called from above "For a Kings' cloak" A leaf that would never die Its' colours would match seasons A leaf from the forest faeries Who live in trees, so high The Summer Queen Did know Blessed all around The leaf, she took For a leaf of deepest, richest colour Was perfect for a Kings'cloak Tonight she would sew a surprise The kings' cloak was called for A Summer Queen sewed on the leaf A King, the proudly wore For, it shone with love A gift from the Forest Faeries and Whispering Trees When the Earthen King died The Summer Queen took The very leaf, from his side Blew on it softly A sweet westerly breeze Returned the leaf To the whispering trees A leaf of deepest richest green mourned a King The tears of the Summer Queen Love and magic Fulfilling The Whispering Trees Took the king, and made him part of everything
Where Wild Violets Grow Scribbling these verses, caressing your bare back, simple rhymes, flowing from my fingertips. Scribbling verses, sprinkling odes to fragrant promises, your smile lightens the burdens, off my heavy heart. Scribbling verses, soaked in countless kisses, the moonlight waltzing on your skin. Scribbling verses, feeling you, your love never ceases to flow, through the streams of my mind, to a place of our own, where wild violets grow
Earth's Angel Her salient wings glowed; With love she cradled wild world, All rested in peace.
What a lovely day it is The sun is in the sky. The wind has stopped its howling, I feel very much alive. I gaze out of my window It's peaceful and serene. I look up at his smiling face And say, "Where have you been?" His smile gets wider, brighter The clouds all disappear; He says," I've just been hiding But now I've reappeared. "I'll brighten up your garden And the gently flowing stream; With a myriad of colours That will make your life a dream. "I've stopped by for a moment To bring you some good cheer, to wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy, Bright New Year."
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Ripe, plump sun kissed fruit Luscious grapes, plum cherry hues Sipping sweet red wine
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A friend once told me flowers are the smiles from God above. Put together with the sweetest parts of all his love. She said he made each different as we would like that best. And then he added perfume so forever, they'd be blessed. Roses and magnolias, the sweetest among sweet. Honeysuckles on a vine, they're such a lovely treat. Daffodils that burst in lovely lemon everywhere. Orchids, oh, so stunning with their regal style and flair. Peonies are precious as they droop and then they lean. Gladiolus, I have even seen them grow in green. Lily of the Valley, with a history that's long. Their beauty is beyond reproach, their sweet aroma strong. Countless types and colors, too many here to mention. They are nature's loveliest of all of God's inventions. After winter's cold, harsh days, the happiness they bring. Is sent from up above, they are the smiles that come in spring. April 6, 2012
I step into the frigid air To gather up the morning news A long eared rabbit startles me A maverick rascal breaking fast One last dash upon the lawn In his mouth a garden bloom Through the fence, and down the road Making haste, without excuse To fields of barley, and fields of loam Thunder-blue are lupines bold Standing oak trees, proud and tense Dressed for parades of scrambling feet On Easter morning's golden dawn He scurries home by sheer routine In bunny slippers, softly made I shuffle back into my den I smile and watch the rascal go He had his fun, and I have too The window frames the early sun Morning coffee perks again Let the cat out, read the news Discard the worry, eat the food I had a laugh, as well I should Drink the day, and digest the good ________________________ For Carol Brown's Contest: Bunny Rabbits 2/28/12
Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth. Oil on skin, bare, sweat on your back, feels amazing. Yes! Im back on track. Sleeping cosy as a worm, unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term. Free to explore, a magical universe, I must implore. No home, no chores, no bills to pay. Just water, food gathered and warmth today. A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, just love in your belly, to the very core. I love this realm, just need more time, time to explore. Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth. And return once again to mother earth.
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Snow Song Tonight, just this once, I need everyone to agree with me To see what I see, the reality they refuse to believe. Tonight just once, I need to set the her inside me free, A note on a stave, no longer chained to a melody. Tonight just this once I need to spread open paper wings. Crepe veils of iridescent UN discovered things. Tonight I need to listen to the snowflakes and icicles sing. To glissade down crystal branches around the moons silver ring. Tonight for an instant, I am going to feed into the delusions Stretch wide and far past the restraints of being human. Tonight, casting stars in all the cracks of perfect ruin. Silken circles of multifaceted and attractive confusion. Tonight I'm embracing all the questions with unknown answers. No longer resenting the figure eights of life's pirouetting dancer. Tonight I can relate to the hunger of this soulless obsidian cancer. Watery lips, azure finger tips this beautiful cerulean disaster. Tonight through new eyes, I travel forgotten trails And release a single burning breath I never got to exhale. For Tonight my soul's voice finally spells her tale A pearlescent cadenza of falling snow, innocent and pale.
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Grass bends and sways, in the early morning breeze The clouds set sail, drifting high above our heads White petals fall, landing softly in their beds Lifting eyes, as we bask beneath the trees .... This is the day, the Lord has made White clouds caress the tallest mountain range Earth possesses the tiny feet of rain Streambeds wash each pebble, 'til they gleam This is the day, the Lord has made A fragrant vagrant petal from the lonely apple tree will rest upon my waiting cheek, and welcome me to sing Afternoon is on the hour, the lilacs open every flower This is the day, the Lord has made Sunlight wants to shimmer between the branches, gray To glimmer golden stairways, between each bough of green I will walk into the garden, and pick a fresh bouquet This is the day, the Lord has made I will shake each fern I come across, for a sprinkle and a shower where meadowlarks have sparkled earth with tender little songs I will bask in the warmth, and drink the sun, and be glad to say I could I will bask within the dusk, and drink in the crimson sky And listen to the whispered breath of a pink and red goodbye This is the day the Lord has made, ... and it was good _________________________________________ Submitted for Verlena's Contest: "This Is The Day The Lord Gave" 1/26/15
A Blizzard can drive even flurries graciousness hard intensifying journeys kingdoms laboring missions neighborhoods overridden pure quests reveal storms terrorizing unknowing victims with xenobiotic yielding zoothapsis. Snow can be so beautiful and serene. Though wet and bitterly chilling. Unifying the countryside in brilliancy, Victimizing the ground in slumber, It must truly be experienced to appreciate its wonders. ps I wrote one of both type : ABC written by Cecil Hickman written for Sponsor yasmin khan Contest Name SNOW ABC
There are Fairies at the bottom of my garden And they visit every evening, for a dance They are lovely to behold and very welcome I just wish they didn't trample on my plants Their favourite dance appears to be the Salsa They do it with such style and aplomb Much better than last week when they were jivin' It appeared they'd hit the garden with a bomb So I do believe in Fairies, 'cos I've seen them And every night I watch them, in a trance They are graceful and delightful and enchanting "Oi, Tinkerbell, get off my bloody plants" © John W Fenn 14-07-2009
I'm standing in the middle of the street, while feeling light breeze of the wind. I look at the sky, and there is nothing there, except shiny sun, on its mysterious way. I'm happy and I feel no fear, all my problems simply disappeared. I'm dancing. I don't care about anything, my mind is free, like a dust in the air. No one is pushing me from one place to another, No one is asking me some stupid questions, Just me and empty space, a dream that everyone dreams just for one day.
Beautiful flowers greeted the sun as I watched the little children run Inspired by the warmth of the day I wrote the first lines along the way Failing my test in Trigonometry I wept under the shade of a tree Realizing what made it wrong I finished the first stanza and sang a song Sailing paper boats along the river People waited as the cold air made them quiver I felt their hopes, dreams, and sorrows I wrote the last lines full of morose I saw an ambulance in front of our door I felt my heart trembled in sore They carried a stretcher...a body covered with white I stared at those starry stars, and I, continued to write
When I look into your eyes I can see many things go by I see the shinning waters of the ocean blue, I see the mountain tops in Peru, I see the South American rainforest, And the place where we first kissed Your eyes open another portal That I wish to venture through I hope I end up being the mortal That gets to see what is in you
Still morning The flapping of a gull's wings In feathered snow
You, Man … Are The Angles To My Curves Hard and Sharp Corners To My Circular-Swerves You Are Exact To My Abstract You Are Algebra To My Pre-School Math You Are Calculus To My Abacus You Are The Chemical To My Stimulus You Are The Extra To My Average You Are The Multiply To My Nothing Added You Are Autonomy To My Anatomy You Are The Fractal In My Infinity You Are Geometry To Me: You Are Steep Mountains To My Mounds and Valley You Are Raindrops In The Forest To My Snow-Ballet You Are Hot Desert Sands To My Cold Ocean Waves You Are The Mirage man To My Love-Slave You Are Dimension-Diamonds To My Parallel-Pearls You Are The Universe To My World You Are The Prism To My Beam Of Light and You Are The Days Resting Upon My Nights … And You Are Geometry To Me … Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure) is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape, and relative position of figures and with properties of space. (uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships; (countable) A type of geometry with particular properties; Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...
Spring is on its way Spring is really on its way It's such a lovely, lovely day The sun it shines so very brightly Oh, spring, it really does delight me The birds they flit from tree to tree They sing there songs delightfully They know that spring is in the air It seems that joy is everywhere. The fish are racing round, and round Because some female they have found They want to keep there kind a going As sensuality is growing Oh, when spring is in the air The whole world seems to have no care. 4 July 2014 @1040hrs.
Through my window I looked out of my window And the sight just spun me out The day was filled with so much beauty It was everywhere about The garden it was all lit up As the sun light bathed the trees Such sweet power to my eyes As leaves danced on the breeze And me, I'm sitting having tea My mind all calm and ease The bliss of sweet tranquillity All worries do appease The only thing I want to do Is to lose myself in this It's just a fleeting taste of life Yet gives me so much bliss. I turn a way, for one heartbeat And the image it has gone 'Oh please don't let it be this way Let it go on, and on!' I beg, but this can never be It's never how it is One can only take what comes When it comes to tasting bliss. 12 July 2013 @ 1315hrs.
Nature's primal drive Sensual touches from thee Raptures deep inside
Packed a picnic for the middle of the night, sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right, Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light, My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight, One candle burning flickering just right, Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight, We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air, we get so spooked we run back feeling fear, We laugh out loud to clear the air, Enjoy this time from here to there, Cinco de mayo is outa sight, We love each other all so right.
Sifting warm sand through my fingers lustrous fine grains glitter my palm. Soothed by the soft powdery touch, I sit for a while under the rocks My bare feet swirl patterns in the sand as I idly watch a beach life unfold Bustling mother's set up home on plaid blankets colourful beach bags thick with togs and towels Buckets, spades strewn all around a picnic stored carefully under a shady umbrella, they gather the children skip giddy with glee slapping sunscreen on lithe limbs with index finger warnings of do's and don'ts. My gaze drifts to little pink sisters, their chubby faces alive with imagination as nimble bodies straddle the sand, all wrapped up in mounds of castles studding their dreams with pearly shells and whispering tales of pretty princesses. At the water's edge long legs prancing tip toeing warmth into the chilly sea up to their waists in crested waves dipping and diving, an ocean of laughter as young lads play splashing and yelling a ball in the air they plunge. Picking up my sandals, I walk up the beach under the bridge past crimson valerian It's balmy perfume scenting a delicious day
deeply, the last rose inhales for a final breath farewell her perfume
Mornings brilliance lets the sun spread it's grin Slowly warming the beds awakening the flowers as they raise their heads birds chorus dawns delight melancholic tunes contrite Nature's charms begin to stir Doors slam shut and engines whirr A shout of 'Hello', or 'Good morning dear', Friendly waves and nods of cheer Then traffic jams and people queue Paper stands sell the daily news Off to work the adults go mums to school with kids in tow A lovely day is off to start Fulfilled with joy 'till sun departs.
Spring on the farm Pear trees in full bloom, horses With spring in their step
You Wipe away my tears You erase all of my fears You are the only voice that I can hear You make the darkness leave You made me believe All the sorrow and the pain you wiped from my sleeve You are all that I can see You always made me feel free Your scent is the one that calls me every time I breathe You are the one that I care for You always leave me wanting more I enter your soul filling the hole every knock that I lay on your door You are the one who makes me You and I were meant to be Together forever we sit in harmony Your hair is like silk when it flows Through the day as the wind blows I will always love you I hope that you will always know...
Force feed me the taste of your skin 'You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart even you will have to try hard……to save me now I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions as they devoured the subtle softness of me drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership intimacies' sweetest embrace But too…you move to me with a ferocity that mowed the grass down to a short golf course length from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate Love that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair ………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces and on each other on Facebook Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread Tread on me beloved! till I am awakened to our lips which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again taste smell the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self Is it me you feared as you said Good bye? How little you know me like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself so my love knows no limit my soul no separation and my being no longing
Indigo deepens loveliness seasons convey around golden bliss sunbeams excel streaming down upon landscape sceneries rewritten 3-6-11 written for Sponsor ^Rick Parise Contest Name Blue and Gold
Could feel the smiling and risen sun all gleeful and gay, It had ushered in me a beam of energy earlier today. Could sense now at twilight it chuckle at the rising milky white moon, And softly in me restore its light to make me excite and swoon. The virgin cold watery sprays of the falling drops of rains, Slowly washes my worries off my face and down the drain. The fragrance of wet mud and lush sweet garden breeze, Blows into me, pure strength and happiness in me gradually increase. As I walk bare feet, wet grassy paths of my garden gently, My subdued muffed up feelings erupt over my heart's brim intently….. I let go of all feelings and experience inside me a sensation so very light, my vision clears and thoughts to me for my life's path ahead seem so very bright...
multicolored sparks dwindling across the unfilled sky... bright smoke you ignite ©RashanaKing2010
Underneath this smile see my source of endless joy: peace, kindness and love. Nothing I will fear believing in tomorrow, to find a rainbow stretching over that green hill... to imagine what's beyond. Show your sympathy, share my happiness revealed underneath this smile.
Robins and sparrows and chickadees, A hummingbird or two. Their bird song puts my soul at ease Dispelling mood of blue As I listen and absorb the view. 25/06/2012
******** Yes, Love is such An emotion What more can I do Love is a game For believers' Love is always' fresh And new with You Fore each time That it come's around I shall share this Love With you! Poet Author Gary Fields
gentle drone rain drums sleepily on my metal roof
eager for fresh air sandman's stardust fades nightmares flee through open panes – breeze ushers in sun squinting, I wake up memories of terror gone – bright, glorious day wrens on window ledge nature's plentitude finds me – eager for fresh air *It's the escape from nightmares and the joy found in nature that make me dash out of bed. Entry for Ed Ebbs' "What Makes You Wake Up Each and Every Day" contest. October 24, 2011
Would I were a yellow bird, No woes would be on me I'd fly me past the Sawney roofs And past the canopy, O I'd fly so high above this earth Above this great frontier, You'd think me but a yellow bird Just a-gone and disappeared. I'd soar out into sunlit skies Where the clouds have all gone home And I'd soar out over churning tides, Bleached white with briny foam Well I'd soar above the lofty peaks Of mountains gray and blue Just to perch atop those crowns of rock And sit in wait for you. O I'd fly tomorrow if I could, In fact I'd fly today, But my wings have not grown strong enough To fly me anyway So here I'll sit, atop this nest These skies I'm doomed to roam Would I were a yellow bird, Then I would fly me home.
This year we grieve for the sunshine of old Instead we're given a pouring with a rainbow Still we raise our eyes, carefully treading through puddles and mould Remembering our picnic and how that summer song used to go Dam this island so far up north It's not for folk who enjoy the outdoors - and then some But the people who take what we are given from birth And dig deep inside to find merriment in the Her Majesty's United Kindom
I was once kissed by the sun Caressed in oils my breasts bathed free like growth in my womb kissing the moon Capturing my true essence unmasked, plain, pure Naked in love my insecurities gave birth to my esteem But then I became free from the taunting and ridicule of socieity's template of me by adopting a new personality One that reflects the real me I like poetry I like to sing I understand my spiritual need I like love I like the breeze I like rhythm and passion and long lasting nights of random acts of sensual moments that awaken parts of me previously repressed The love I feel is so unrest I was once kissed by the sun It's power gave me light and enabled my writing to become spoken words leaving footprints on the ink in my pen Some of thoughts escaped through actions of sin Unspoken words just thrown away Never spoken, or written again Awakened by the sun all drenched in it's heat Praising it's soure of power and embracing humility Giving what I have to give Learned to let go it's easier to forgive We strive for riches but lest we forget the richness of the sun Each day be thankful for his son
She recall her day when she sat by the window And saw the defiled sky to brace up on with spiritual phantasm Of some demonic begrudges – amassing and making The flushing spirit of the late evening merriments and bichrome realism. She beshrewed the iniquity rushing by, but it pelted upon It bastardized her against the immorality of the nature And she held up with no parole and desires… She felt herself interred to the nature that despair. The inquity that brigthened with thunderclaps and silver storm She averted her fear and assailed against this rage Acquainted herself with the nature she forefended Pounded for few moments and synced with the lifelike stage. She clapped, she laughed, she fantasied with the zesty consequence She danced, she danced with the drops falling from the sky, She sung her own rhythm catching her steps divine The music prolonged as the clouds lightened and twittery lyrics whistled thereby. Enduring the theme, she limned in her imagination A life she yearned-for, A life she was not expecting She painted in her heart an amorist she was looking for Holding his hand she balled on the miry stage with pavan relieving. The lust she felt over her drizzly body Closed her eyes as she felt the touch of his lips on her belly He took hold of her waist and she accured the fanciful time with reverence She dangled holding the dampen trunk of a tree, and embraced her amorist temptingly. The flushing spirit that bestowed with mightiness and relief She glittered with love, spirit, esteem and belief All of a sudden she roused from her phantasies Withal the monsoon girl lived her day, ceasing all her grief.
< iron propeller sitting entrance to driveway slowly turning blades like the hands of time on clock longing for extra seconds Hummingbirds buzzing red gold blue and green headed just waiting for turns to capture it's own bountys succulant sugar water Written By Katherine Stella 9/13/2011 Entry For Francine Roberts The View-A Tanka Contest G.L. All
Exuberant different shades of grasses bushes and trees along paths rivers meandering to and from deltas in valleys across the rain forests making all creatures dance to natural rhythms celebrating all that is breathing and walking next to nature
Dare I dream about a future cottage, Where I live suits me well, The beautiful tall trees and walkways, There is a serene lake nearby, Where you can view ducks and geese swimming past, In the morning you can see the mist rise from the lake, The sounds of nature are everywhere, This is paradise to me for years, To be thus blessed and thankful, Days with nature and the outdoors through the years, What pleasure and delight, at home with God's nature. To return home and sit by the cafe window, Savouring a delicious hot chocolate with cream, My relatives guesting and sharing this paradise on special days, God 's miraculous blessings come true, Thankful appreciation to the Lord our God. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
I wake to bright sun excited to see summer finally arrived
Oh hear thee well the music It's the Maggies lullaby They're warbling in that Banksia tree As the day begins to die. And their haunting goodnight serenade Says goodbye to the day As the Sun lies down to sleep the night away. Just four weeks from our Spring My heart feels so alive As I'm sitting on my garden seat It be an hour since five. And as those maggies hush their song The fountain carries on She'll still be heard when all be hushed and gone. Six Buddha's seem to sense the silence There's a certain kind of glow As I melt into the evening time And swim within the flow. And the evening says "it's time to rest Until the blessed morn Now each must die, on the morrow be reborn". 17 July 2004
Quiet is the ocean and then erupts a hurricane So much devestation and people crying out in pain Serene are the drops of rain that turn into a storm A journey through the cold snow with no place to keep warm A day will come when all shall pass and souls will be at rest A desert storm of sweeping sands it seems that life is just a test Deliverance will come at last just follow the brightest light And on earth the storm will end and life begins a new flight
Melded with raindrops - the juiceless earth fruited lusciously and the roaring lightning pops - the vehement clouds sparked abundantly. From time of summer - for the juvenility they long expected over the awash field they bopped over - alike the sweetness of wintry roses, the zestful aroma contrasted. Here and there the lively music got wind of bongs - when the rain waved by the wind so heavily the splashy whispery voice sung like yuletide carols - with roasted chicken along with champagne, savored blithely. All of a sudden the sun peeped out in between, reckoned alike to chance once upon the Kris-Kringle's camion Over the sky it arced with orange violet yellow blue red indigo green, glowed as if presents wrapped along with gleeful horizon. The sky that outraged fell out the factual consequences, Around the globe masses fantasied the season to be resurgence Palsy-walsy rain was alike the snow flurry occurrences, Jejune July was abided by the Holy Christ's renascence.
a drop on a leaf rolling across .. morning dew .... please mother .. don't you cry n
We lay beneath autumn trees And autumn leave gently falls. Laying beside you I'm lost in your eyes, I'm lost in the presence of you And autumn leaves gently falls. We lay there and autumn breeze blow. Would I trade this moment, no, no. The rose in your hair is white like winter snow, beauty lies before my eyes and sparkles glow, And autumn breeze gently blow. We lay beneath autumn trees, We lay in love of autumn breeze. We lay together in each other eyes, We lay beneath the season of autumn sky. Autumn breeze blow and leaves of autumn trees fell, Staring in your eyes I see the unspoken love for me it tells. Autumn leave, red, brown, yellow, in autumn wind they rattle a love symphony of being hallow. Small rays of sunlight, between autumn trees had you glow. And as we lay together beneath autumn trees, softly in our love we watch a autumn day goes.
"I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination" A Rambling Poet One path finds the door Traveled only from the heart Through the eyes to life Hovering about Dragonflies of all colors Dancing with sunshine A mystery world Sparkling glass dimpled with life Guarded by cattails Nervous chatters above behold A strange sense of company I watch a miracle unfold From behind a red oak tree I hold my breath, don't make a sound Slowly peeking bit by bit Tugging, jumping and playing around Four unaware fox kits The wind became my enemy My scent from it they stole No hesitation, instantly They scampered down their hole Astonished, I ponder what a rare sight I had just witnessed. The tranquility of being surrounded by huge trees envelops me as I walk around the pond's edge. Led by a bullfrog's ballad, I hone in on its stage location. Startled, the frog leaps into its safe haven and disappears into thick vegetation. The setting sun glimmers in the wake of the bullfrog, as does my reflection. I watch until the water's surface is smooth again. A rustling in the brush directs my attention to a doe and her fawn wandering in search of a tender morsel. The long shadows of dusk begin a tale of nocturnal beauty, a revelry to the nightlife to dance with a miracle world. Content, I find myself back at the threshold of my heart. Leaving the world that will some day surround me, a horn blaring taxi barely misses me. Haiku, Rhyme, Narrative Randy Steele Three Gems contest August 7, 2011
monarch butterfly breathing regal in colours black, white, and orange
His ears are open as the waters Her words - dolphins singing in the sea In her voice there's a well of deepness In his mind - it's perfect harmony
Radiating through violet shadows resplendent rays of moonlit charm Smiles of a summer night. Velvet moss on pavement grey elegant shimmer of crystal stream, Radiating through violet shadows, Maple adorning colors of Fall, bedecking a world, still and calm, resplendent rays of moonlit charm. Butterflies engaged in spirited plays Gently rings the memory bell, like Smiles of a summer night. Poetry Form - Cascade ** Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example below: a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C To make the Cascade an even longer poem, use more lines in verse one. For example, if verse one has 6 lines, the poem must have seven stanzas so that each line of verse one is reused as a refrain in each following stanza (a cascading effect). (Since there's no option for Cascade in the Form drop drown I chose Free Verse)
On the other side of the trees the traffic busily goes by but here on my side of the trees it's the sun and the birds and I. The trees form a great barrier, hiding me from the traffic flow. It's like my personal forest. Just me and the wild things that grow. It's designed to be deceptive. You don't notice us from the road above. That's the best thing about my deck. It's one of the things I love. My wooded little sancturary in the middle of a busy avenue, where city sounds mix with the call of birds and deer and squirrels visit too. The tall, tall Douglas Firs, the Juniper and Ivy as well, build a wall between the street and I. It's such a serene place to dwell.
Joy of Life I sit and watch with delight as the swallows swoop and loop knowing now that spring is here Soft breezes from the lake filter through my senses as I awaken so does the earth The promise of spring a reality as buds blossom into life so does my soul re-awake Hope now returns full throttle flooding me with joyful exaltation delighted I turn to the sun letting in its golden rays embracing that healing warmth welcoming the world back in Letting the memories of winter fade away into the distant past embracing the promise of rebirth
. Hot stuffy days gone. Can't wait for cooler breezes. Can leave doors open.
Imagination 'pon a massive, vast, And boundless harbinger depends. One that The sea, unequalled in adequacy, may serve. Within the ceaselessness of its supreme And transcendental flux, phantasmata May bathe in peace, unmannerly towards The tempest who, in turn, replieth thus: "Am I a captive of the dreaming sea? Of everlasting pain and agony? In quest of admiration constantly?" And so the dreams that ceased to bathe reply: "But nay, for dreams are requisites for joy And opulence, if thou but trusts the sea, Then love shalt thou forever feel, and love Shalt thou be then embracèd by." Said they To him, who then obeyed and was reduced To coolest breezes 'neath the flawless sky. With that, the orb sublime will sink into Colossus. See! On my horizon sails, Majestic, surely bound for Sandman's shores.
Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. Harvest is done this eve of this seasons end. I rest for this short period before the bitter cold. Playing my flute for you, my music I do send. I may be sad though my heart is gratefully filled. Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. Winters strength comes soon, elders' bones are chilled. Weak with age though their memories brisk to be told. Stories rich with truth, understanding natures mold. Within the wilderness, my soul captured by insight, Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. I shall await the next day's prudence, our tribes fight. As the moons shadows come out, though I never see, I play for natures delight, praising all things we never hold. My name is Len which means flute from the tribe of Hopi. Good night full autumn moon shining so bold written by Cecil Hickman written for Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ Contest Name Tell HIS Story~~
As I lounge in outdoor living room, My blessings all around me zoom. Without a care to cause me gloom And no hard duties to assume I thank Him for my yard in bloom. Won 8th For Aeleke Adeite's "Golden Gratitude" contest
The night air is cool and collective, Running through my hair and face. Even when I'm with people, I feel alone In this cold blooded space. It's like walking through a garden Of all your favorite foods, But none of which can substantiate For that one so special mood… That mood, that beautiful frame of mind. I only go there with you, And only you can make it unwind. I discovered a passion unlike any other And in my finding I opened a world, A world I did not know existed. I'm on cloud nine every time I think of you, Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart. This garden holds many beautiful things Many delightful pleasures, Many cold nights, Warm nights, Difficult frights, Ecstatic times and unsystematic times! But they mean nothing to me, While I'm alone… Walk with me through this garden.
All Mighty One The Beginning and the End Alfa and Omega Thy living water spills free in a fountain of forgiveness love and light so pure and free my cornerstone of strength and hope for you, I fall to my knees The darling of heaven once crucified you have risen in all glory and now you rest within my desperate soul a predestined beauty of the eternal promise of everlasting life I call to you in good times of prosperity and I ask that you might sustain this life I cry out to you in times of trial knowing you will guide and strengthen this weary soul My precious Jesus, son of God almighty I surrender to thee I praise only you forge and mold me oh' sweet Father for I believe yes I believe
In the spring when the earth spills forth with color and the trees multiply shades of green, nature is truly amazing. I slowly watch the ever changing days. New life begins it's mystery multiplying shades, of green. When heaven's grace washes it's refreshing rains upon the earth, no better time to dream, sitting on my front porch swing, in the early spring. I listen to the waterfall and hear the angels whispering call, in the early spring. Truly amazing is all the trees, multiplying shades of green. I feel the refreshing sunshine upon my face, when heaven spills forth it's grace, upon the daisies now in bloom, spreading their scent of sweet perfume, in the early spring. No better place to catch the view than on my front porch swing. I listen to the sweet little tunes of the birds that sing, and watch the flowers and trees in bloom, multiply shades of green.
You smile You ask No easy task To put it into words I look And see Then say, it looks like love …to me It's that blanket on a winter night You wrap around me oh so tight The way you want to make things right Honey, it just has to be, It looks like love…to me You laugh You say There's no other way To be just who you are I smile Happily Then say, it looks like love …to me It's the way you take me in your hold You never let our love grow old There's not one doubt, for me I'm sold Honey, it just has to be, It looks like love…to me If love was ever one person Then babe it would you There is no other word for this That's why our love holds true You look Then smile All the while You never look away My eyes They see It looks like love… to me Yeah, honey It looks like love… to me
Today I saw a tree trunk, Growing through a fence. Metal bars pierced, as it grew, It almost didn't make sense. Sap oozed out its flesh, Where the spike had bored. Victim of its own success, As if it had fell upon its sword. I wondered if the tree was wise, That growing meant having to agonize. The tree didn't seem to mind though, As it stretched toward the rainbow..
I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle heart that Autumn conceived I caress the majestic body of the flower as she announce the coming of the light At nocturnal melodies, I dance with the birds on their lonely flight The plains are full of the vibrant grace by those lovely flowers As I embrace the early morning lovers I cradle the spirit of the one who drinks wine As he promenades with the swaying leaves of the vine I am a dulcet entity whispered by a faint death I am the little joy sang by a saddened health I am the air breathed by a living man and a mysterious knight to a crying little one When the flower look high to never see her shadow I escape through a broken, dusty window To uplift her when she will feel me blow
A mystic evening A mystic evening There's silence everywhere The stars are shining And I am standing there As the full moon gazes down on me This thing enters my soul. As velvet spirit Makes me feel so whole. My heart is quiet I feel such mystery Something within me Whispers 'Let it be' And everything is wonderful As I feel a magic power Which seems to fill my heart and make it flower. No words can tell the way it is For symbols they just be Symbols cannot picture it This sweet, sweet mystery. My life be simple As I gaze here at the night I feel that moons glow As everything feels right Awareness comes on over me And peace is everywhere. As life just is, and I am standing there.
They say that love is like a rose That stems to scrape the scattered sky. But in their poetry and prose They always fail to specify The nature of the soil from which A flower budding upwards flows. A fissure of alluvium, rich; A sylvan tower from it grows. My love pertains to more than just The stem, the thorns, the lovely rose. My love for soil and ash and dust And grass on which I may repose Is just as swift as that towards The bud. So then let me propose To fit ourselves with pens not swords And wallow in the verdant rows, The world to which I am attached. And that profound devotion knows My love to my beloved's matched.
A Resolution for This Time (Based on Eccl. 3:1-15) ©2011 C. Brent Cloyd I long to see the beauty of my time Hear music from eternal bells that chime Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever Look toward heaven that last forever I'll grasp my part in each life occasion Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion Accept God's design for each life season Submit that I need not know His reason I will celebrate life so wondrous born Understand that death is not always scorn Propagate goodness and wholeness in life And uproot that which causes pain and strife I'll concede it's sometimes proper to kill But until convinced I'll promote goodwill Useless things I will tear down and destroy Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn Together find God's healing as we mourn Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance I'll speak with passion, let pieces scatter Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug When acceptable, open arms and hug For things of value I'll search at great cost When searching is exhausted count it lost When usefulness has ended, throw away But don't allow important things to stray Now is the time to tear some things apart Then with care I'll mend and make a new start Learn the lesson that silence is golden Of words fitly said men are beholden I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust Teach that kindness and fairness are a must In war, anger and malice find release But I'll use my voice to encourage peace Yesteryear's events once again will be To measure their success we wait and see God's deeds are good, lasting and without flaw Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.
The easter bunny, So fluffy and funny. Bunny's tall ears, They don't reveal the years. Cotton tail, Hopping to and fro along the trail. Nose what a wiggle, Makes parents and children giggle. Gentle and kind, To each and every mind, Nature's beauty defined, So demure and refined. A vision of chocolate brown, Hopping up and down. A distance from the lettuce patch, Looking for the bunny match. God's creature great and small, Simply loved by all. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Since early childhood I was aware of my sorroundings; looking around with the interest of a grown-up man, waiting for the golden sunrise with rosy streaks to rise from beyond the Paterno Mountain... to dazzle a southern boy with vivid dreams. The clock-tower, in the Fallen Soldiers memorial square wreath-adorned, stroke seven to announce the coming of a quite day in a valley, where orange blossoms strongly perfumed welcoming spring in all its daintiness and cheerfulness... as shallows retuned home flying over pines groves covered with gray. My chestnut-colored hair was gently brushed by a whimsical breeze, spreading the scent of jasmine's bushes wilting down; that's where robins took shelter when the summer sun was at its hightest peak and trees glistened and swayed to please a curious and adventurous southern boy with vivid dreams. Ever wondered how I had gotten to be an elaborate poet in childhood days, exploring everything to express myself in the most unique ways? It was love of Nature and its splendor breathed in with appreciation that made me who I am today, and wiping away the tears of golden age, I feel the fanthom of my presence wandering down a silent lane swarmed with sage. Night came with willowy shadows, carrying out their nocturanl task... not to frighten me, but to bring the brilliance of gleaming stars so perfectly aligned; and I dreamed with relief, knowing that there would be no endless wait to be overwhelmed with a mystery only revealed to a child with vivid dreams. I looked further above, beyond the stunning, starry sky as the brightest light shined. The country I am writing about is Italy
Sipping tea The roses bloom so endlessly In pink, and red, and yellow And orange too with purest white As the morn feels soft and mellow We sit together drinking tea As love fills all of me And oh, it feels so wonderful Cause that's the way love be. The birds sing out in tenderness As they pray to the golden sun And you and I sit sipping tea No longer two, but one As the love, the joy of perfect love Does deep within me sing Those birds are singing just for us And so much bliss do bring. The Sun shines in the deep blue sky I smell the whiff of Jasmine As love sings from a gentle heart Above all worldly din As you and I together, dear We sit here sipping tea Nothing matters in the whole wide world But the love twixt you and me.
Leave Behind Drab-Disapproving Crowds Run In Rainbow-Mist, A Bright-Prism-Cloud Where Iridescence Gleams Unbound Sparkles, Head To Toe … Sky To Ground Pssst (Listen)… One Place, Where One Is Found: … In Sunshine and Sprinklers Going 'Round ! …
A time of pleasure. It's time to rise, the morn has come A wondrous time, I'm never glum When I hear those magpies sing I guess I just love everything About these lovely morning hours It's time to walk and smell the flowers With my Bear dog by my side As each new moment's deified. As C moon rides the velvet skies The Kookaburras laughing cries They touch my heart with mystery These morning times will always be Of very grand signification I wake up, filled with sweet elation To meditate for just a while For this, it makes my morning smile. I walk outside, and feel the air Then walk the streets with nary a care It's a thing that gives me so much pleasure These morning times I really treasure For here in good old Aussie land These morning hours so sweet and grand They fill me up with so much power Oh how I love these morning hours. 29 October 2013 @ 0522hrs.
The mass of men lead lives of quite desperation, -1 Seeking false shelter, forming insignificant nations, Seeking organization in a world of disorder, Setting restrictions, boundaries, and boarders, Creating obstacles from things we don't need, Obsessed with improving power, pleasure, and speed, Time, man-made, is used only to create pattern, No longer a choice, freedom is shattered, Money has become the measure of success, While happiness is left behind as only second best, So many busy roads, filled with clutter, built with care, While the best roads have no beginning and end nowhere… 1- First line is from "Walden" by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wind blows soft on my bare arms I ride through deep green woods. These simple pleasures all I love, Air on my skin feel good. The wind shakes leaves for sidelong sun To make her pictures from. So much,so rich the offerings This is senses' realm. Alone in woods, I plight my troth To earth and gods thereof. I sing my own sweet melodies, To solitude and love. Far from the maddening crowds of folk, I hear earth's own true songs. And then refreshed by woodland charms, I feel at peace from wrongs Inside my heart,there is a wood, And there I shall now dwell. And so I'll solve the mystery, Of how we can live well . Each wood has its particular birds On tree tops in sunlight. And each wood has its special song, And each wood has its sights. I shall accept the mysteries Of who has made my wood; And how we are all joined bodily, All sharing this green blood. Deep down we go into our hearts, To find out who we are. Just at the deepest,quietest parts We find all beings there.
Autumn on the farm, Cows busy chewing their cuds, Waiting to be milked. I love cows!
I'm new internally…. If you cut me I will bleed, But I'm new true indeed. Created by my maturity, I will prosper with security And all my dreams will come true; because I am new…. No longer playing silly games No longer fantasize No longer playing silly games No longer compromise During the day I feel the same, pray I won't go insane Clouds have given me thunderous rain, but I walk with open eyes. Aware God has me clear in sight…..I no longer run, I stand, I fight. And when there are no stars at night. My vision still sees a beautiful sight. Because I'm New.
(This is a Tanka: Japanese poem of five lines, the first and third composed of five syllables and the others seven. In Japanese, tanka is often written in one straight line, but in English and other languages, we usually divide the lines into the five syllabic units: 5-7-5-7-7.) Splashing Dog by Amy Swanson Great drops of water fly vigorously from him! Black hair glistening he gallops through the river, stops only to shake himself!
Turn the wheel *******he sea... Push aside the misery... The abominable agony... Endure this hardship...with me Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea Don't make it hard for me To determine the waters We are the same kind If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny - To dwell with me in tranquility We will try to share our responsibilities... Take turns and share our possibilities... How have you been? Sorry we have shut our ears To your deafening cries I'm turning the wheel for you You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue? I'll shut out the feeling of anguish You'll get what you wish We will start anew We will start on a fresh start We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true We'll brew away the sadness I'm determined to eliminate The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave... Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave! Don't worry - we'll get rid of The limited happiness And make our heart pump with merriness Don't be a magnet of depression stress You'll experience a wonderful opportunity So you may feel at one with Our world full of possibilities And eliminate those cruel, wretched words That tore apart our responsibilities... Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities... That brought us back together We'll be hiking These somewhat difficult hardships together
This moment seems so wonderful Just a few short days of rain Then grass that grows beneath my feet Be velvet green again The dry, hot days have waved 'good bye' Lord breeze be cool and fresh As dancing trees that line the lake They sing with happiness. In the sky, there forms a herd of clouds As the trees caress the day The sound of raucous Ravens heard Echo from skies so grey As nature tames the wild in me I walk these lakeside trails With nothing reaching out to me But sweet, eternal now. So wonderful, so beautiful As seasons come and go The breath of nature shows the way And with it's restless glow It shows me circles, only circles And breathes into my soul And with it's breath of mystery It makes me feel so whole.
I wrote this after reading Frank L Stanton's 'Lazy chap' His poems really inspire me. Robert Lindley sent me a book of his poems a while back, and I am indebted to him for this....peter I'm a simple chap I guess I'm just a simple chap I need not much at all I love to see the flowers grow And all things beautiful Some might call me lazy bones There's nothing wrong with that I guess that I love being me And loving where I'm at I've never had ambition I guess that's just not me Lying round, and writing stuff This always pleases me Some people say I'm weird because I love to watch the fish I get no joy in killing them To make of them some dish Even when I write my stuff I never write big words And reading some that poets write They get my mind all blurred No, me I'm just a simple man Just need a simple life Living in a simple house With a sweet yet simple wife 9 February 2015
If I could live again,I would be me Dont want to be a dog Dont want to be a frog Dont want to be no animals No famouse people or celbrities No insects deffenetly not an ant Just want to be just one plant I want to be a tree That's all I want to be Thats what my mother said to me If God allows me to live again on this earth, I wouldn't want to be me Even though I'm livin a good life with my daughter and my baby. I would want to be more like my mom, smart, intelligent and funny I would not want the same husband I had but the same 2 kids There is amother Man out there I should be with. No matter what God wants me to be I have faith that he will always watch over me All day every day, Serve nothin or no one but him always Written by:Christy Kay :)
Just as the dark before the dawn, We must suffer winter before the spring. Spring comes in on a warming breeze, Waving goodbye to the old snow king. Peering bravely through last of snow, The early bulbs turn to welcome her. It seems Mother Earth is giving birth As all of new life begins to stir. The birds and the bees, new buds on the trees, Proclaim that sweet spring is here to stay. I most of all, hear the siren's call And rush forth to greet the first spring day.
(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told). Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of girlhood… Left behind her mother's warmth and faced against frailties, She left behind her father's ires and raced against entelechies. She brought with her those memories, At once she wailed and bemused she smiled She brought with her those glosses, palled in her eyes. Left behind her rainbow and lived in blues She smiles in low, her eliding Jodhpuri days. Felled by griefs when thought of those kites at mackerel sky Her heart yelled mutely at the Marwar soothed musical bliss fly. There she drew by the Nagaur Turban and adorned faunae Ceased by arts of jugglers, puppeteers and spread her wings with the winter newbie. Revived with these memories she framed her ethnic hospitality Multihued costumes and the aura of the folk dances attired by the society. The copious finesse graced by palatable cuisine Kachori, mirchibada and panchkuta are edible by. Her blue eyes sobbed by her memories of palship A walkover by the Balasammand lake One will pass by the bird of Juno by the lush greenery. The Sunset splashed with spectacular colours, She enjoyed those days passing by the blue hills and envying canvas. Retraced by the red sandstone and columnar, spire temples She sketched her agone days with those prayers Devoted towards the Shrine, deities and heroes of decades forgone. Her heart thumped by her memories of gossips Becharmed by the Forts and palaces, The bygone era still reminds the battles fought Witnesses still stand still by the chronicle held upon. Lost by these memories colorful She vivified in her vignettes She brought up herself with the city And she slept by the daydream known as Sun City. Dated: 16/01/2010 Note: This poem is dedicated to my Jr. Miss Rajni
My eyes Witness your departure My eyes Are dripping with hopelessness… My eyes start to blur… Melancholy put me under pressure… Is there a cure to my disease? You don't see The shards of hope that once brought us back together Just let me search for safety I'm strong enough to realize that I'm no longer The weakest prey out there… And I'm left in my solitude… Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks? I'm close to my demise…save me and take me home Nourish me…and be my beloved friend Will this friendship last forever? Hopefully it has no end Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other? Because of you…I feel the need to run I keep an eye on you – I worry that you'll hurt yourself again Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone I don't wanna be caught off guard again Because of you…EYE can't picture a solution for our vexing dilemma Because of you…eye can't focus on my long-term goal And I'm left in my solitude… Do you sense that I'm giving in to failure? And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear…I can't endure The hardships that you place upon me… Could you boost up my confidence to overcome My atrocious anxiety? I'm just waiting for some sun To keep me in good hands… To strengthen me with perseverance … I'm just waiting until His son Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us… His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – Vibrant with glee Your undying sympathy dawns upon us I'm overflowing with indescribable joy You're a candle in the night… We meet eye to eye… What a sight…what a precious sight
A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day. Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play. What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed. They can't fly and still they strut… know they no shame! One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish… When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink. Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way. The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay. Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist. They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist. The orca didn't care which meal he had as long as there was one… He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn't won. At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool. They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule. Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish. Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he'd been remiss. Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It's not a choice they've made. But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.
Jacqueline R. Simple but Elegant Daughter of my mother Lover of Nature, colors Green and White Who feels sad that the world is overpowered with darkness Depressed that people are fighting Happy that I'm different Who would like to see all people in one faith, loving each other and have patience over all things Reside in Daly City, California Mendoza
This Land is My Land Ee, by gum, have you seen this place? How things have changed since the good old days! This land was meant for the workers pace, The rolling hills and the farmers' ways. An industrial city in the heart of the land, The people still strong in spirit and mind, Wheere ther's muck, ther's brass for that waiting hand, 'Ey up, in Yorkshire, that's what you'll find. A poem by Jessica Howell For the competition- MY LAND IS MY HOME by ~SKAT~
I rode daily through Waterbury rocky hills when Spring and Fall enchanted drivers who saw evergreen tops vacillate over dreamy landscapes; and between then and now...Autumn still dazzles me more with its flaming red leaves decorating highway trees, one never feels afraid or alone. Stop to admire jessamines and sweet peas cling to reddish barks, as they spread their aroma while sunshine makes lightening sparks among wide branches bearing no fruit of any kind; take the same highway and watch deers run wild! Notation: Waterbury, CT Written by Andrew Crisci for Russell Sivey's contest, " Autumn Splendor "
I love my Mousey, She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee, Walking with her her of cattle, As happy as she will ever be. Without this there would be only she, And i could make her as happy as me, I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well, For everyday i wish she wont sell, And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair, I would sell never an ounce of her. Hehe not even one of her little white hairs. Even when all the way over there, Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare. Cute as a button, A button her nose may well be, Where I first touched her sweet little body, Not once but twice sweetly, For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother. Many a mile away, for she is not at all, Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing. But a heifer who grows daily, Only to shove the motherly tears away. In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie, my beautiful girl, my Mousey
lost ..myself ..still to be found nature ..a balad bringing serenity in the mind of a poët closed eyes ..hear as wind whispers .. leafs start to scream meditating ..i am one
Gently sloping emerald hills, Old, gray fences brightened by daffodils, Majestic trees ready to burst into bloom, Strangers smiling and waving at me. That's my Kentucky. Gleaming horses peacefully grazing Behind white fences, Old, leaning barns speaking of tobbacco and history, Spring peepers voicing joy by the pond, Young groundhogs nibbling on new growth, That's my Kentucky. Forsythia blooming against an old log cabin, Surrounded by ancient maples in red spring splendor, And the weathered schoolhouse nearby, boardered by a split rail fence covered in ivy. That's my Kentucky. The quietly rolling Ohio river carries coal away from these hills in barges, While a bald eagle turns wide circles above, Soaring on air curents invisible to me. That's my Kentucky. Along the creek watercress and forget-me-nots are flourishing, A blue heron stands statue-still on the glittering water's egdge. The ancient mill is nestled between the wooded hills, where the sparkling creek works the creaky wheel. That's my Kentucky Softly swaying cedar trees line roads like tin soldiers, Decked in fresh, spring green coats, And underneath velvety violets and glorious bright dandelions celebrate their life with happy faces. That's my Kentucky.
A beneficial mediation for the mind... being immersed in peaceful thought, seeing clouds drift towards sunset, imagining places pristine and wild. On a shining rock facing the breezy West, I lay whispering what comes naturally... to make a connection with the Almighty; I praise His creations being laid down to rest. Colors are lively images of the fading evening, the slower the ruddy sun reaches the horizon, the stronger the jasmines smell without repulsing... picturesque valley, tarry much longer and glisten. Feeling and looking happy and so serene inside, I breathe in and out to let gladness overwhelm me... looking in a certain direction with my glance of intensity to connect with the spectacular planets that seem to glide. Let this face glow without denying its deserved joy, let my contemplation carry me to the ends of infinity to bring back healing secrets Mankind never discovers... see me immersed in peaceful thought among marigolds!
A beautiful sound to my ears is hearing the RAIN outside my window Drip drop nonstop coldezz and brezze thats the weather I like the most RIAN your back home miss you and the wind you blow Fall then winter what a combination to my soul love not lost, lost not gone I love when it RAIN because its a new beinning to my life RAIN, RAIN, RAIN don't go away I don't wanna say come back another day Time to bring out the coca and brownies and find a warm spot to gather and deliver the laughers and fun RAIN sure do bring family back closer to one another RAIN don't you love to be loved??? because I know I do and its never more then enough RAIN, RAIN its your turn to let it RAIN down on use so let it fall more and more on use:)
Our love's a seed Let's watch it grow and we may reap what we sow reap what we sow Spring has come Let's place it in the sun Let's place it in the sun Let's watch it grow so that we may reap we may reap reap what we sow With time it grows And the seedling shows And a flower sprouts when you give it time I am yours and you are mine Our love's a seed Let's watch it grow and we may reap what we sow reap what we sow With time it grows And the seedling shows And a flower sprouts freeing the beauty inside there's no need to hide the beauty inside Let's watch it grow so that we may reap we may reap reap what we sow We may reap We may reap reap what we sow
The wind of life blows through me, At times- it whispers, At times- it wails; Allow my soul to be a reed, And sing a song that never fails, Wordless singing is clearly true, Either wailing wind Or skies of blue; Give me joyous musings, If you please, While in the distant church bells ring, Birds dispersing magnolia seeds Along tree- covered silent streets; And, as sunset wraps herself in dress of gold, Emotions fade like falling stars, Streaming past heavens wide and far, Swiftly subtracting wounding words, Allow my soul to sing a song.
In the hills of Crystal haven. In the hills of crystal Haven Roams a lady of real beauty Who wanders with the wolves In liberty. She has left the town of Brookville To seek what Can't be found Now she likes to hear the wind among the trees, She had met this wise old hermit Poorly washed and all bedraggled And he had told her what could not be known As she listened like still waters In that space that feels like velvet And now that mystic lady she must roam. So she wanders all the hillsides As she listens to the silence And she talks to her good friends the forest folk. While meanwhile all the townsfolk They just laugh and call her crazy As they point at her, and treat her as a joke. For none have heard that whisper That murmurs silence softly As it comes from somewhere deep within ones soul Drawing forth the butterfly That flies one to the mystic And with a soothing flutter makes one whole. Dec 9 2003
This Day, Was A Holy Day As Crystal Drops Came Down A Beautiful Display And Soothing Sound Like An Echo of Joyous Children Or A Drum-Roll Softly Nearing Or Like Angels Were Cheering … That's What … It Was Like Hearing ! And It Poured Like A Pitcher Cool, and Smooth and Clean Slanting On My Window Inspiring Me To Sing: - - - - - - - " Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter Today … Nothing Is The Matter Plop, Plop, Splatter, Splatter Inside, We're All Together Washing Away Every Tear Rinsing Away, Every Fear Refreshing Every Year … … Raindrops, Touched Our Dears " - - - - - - - This Day, Water Came In Streams But No Thunder or Lightning Screams Just Innocent, Wistful, Wet Dreams And Later, Rainbow Gleams (And Waiting For Tonight's Moonbeams) … Today … Was A Holy Day As Crystal Drops Came Down A Beautiful Display And Soothing Sound …
See how the islands beckon Hear the palm trees' songs Feel the gentle breeze that please Say 'here's where you belong'. Run free on shores of sandy white Chasing waves that race with you Bask in the warm embrace of sunlight Amid the skies of powder blue. Undress your life of useless worry Time has stopped, at least for now Breathe in the view, drink of its beauty Think... well, you deserve it somehow. Rest awhile with Mother Nature Stay with Her on a place near the sea She will relax your mind, for sure And you find it's so wonderful to be free!
As I sit beside a lake, I look down for heavens sake. A reflection to appear. For the ripples of life is nearly here. This person staring back at me. I do not know. Is it me? Or is it someone else. The waters has calmed And all I hear are the psalms. Sung by the angels up above And I wish I could feel their love. This journey we are given. To find ourselves and what we believe in. Takes no longer than a lifetime But merely feels like an illusion to me. Like a little acorn being planted to be a beautiful tree. I will live in this world to make people believe. There's always the good and the bad But what about hope? Don't we need that too? Of course we do. The balance of nature and life is necessary And without it, we are nothing. Imagine the whole universe, We are only a tiny grain of sand. But even the littlest person can make a difference. No matter how big or small Short or tall We were given a mouth to be spoken with. This journey is hard and righteous But as long as I am courageous, I will be happy and contagious. And the whole world will see me for who I am.
She sits over her writings, a chrysalis, a solitary form. All of her adventures are tucked in her mind this morn. Her poetry is meant to half make you laugh or weep. Her stories are soulful with multiple twists to reap. Her husband peeks at her ideas before going to work… She can't wait to discuss the results back and forth. She'll revise a little, but not the main inspirational theme. This poem is the result of a days' insightful dream. She's a butterfly who may never come out from her cocoon. But she's safe, warm, and happy… with your reading a boon. There are always those admirers awaiting her final results. Like a butterfly's wings the words tarry, till they finally bust forth. She helps others understand… they're not alone…any more… With a moment of her presence and beautiful, unfurling heart. Then she'll hide away back in her cocoon till when… She'll awaken, forever beginning the cycle… anew, again.
The sun goes down It sets in the West. Darkness covers us Like a thick blanket. The twinkling of stars Fill the sky up above. The moon casts light On the world below. Animal noises fill the air Mother Nature's concert.
Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts and an unwanted sneeze: think of sunshine when dreary days make you shiver... winter is well-known for the deep sadness of its bare trees and the absence of flowers and birds that were everywhere. Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts, don't a be victim of undesired frustration and loneliness, take a long walk in the falling snow: see the fluffy snowflakes dance... gladly accept godly gifts without bows. Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts by remembering the days spent on sunny shores: those pristine beaches where the midday sun was strong and burned... go back there by using your fantasy when you'll be bored. Haven't I given you many useful hints how to avoid those so-hated winter blues? It takes little effort to shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts and never lose!
One scent of jasmine, or sweeter, Aromas divide to conquer wild. Greenery arrives slowly, quickly rise. Meadows hidden behind blinds Naturally so calm, Blazing spring sublime Erasing disheartened specks… In natures design Delivering peace To my soul, while bringing work To all of mankind Written by Cecil Hickman Written for Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ Contest Name Nature, Four In One
Thou have started a journey so serene. One that shall take thee into spring, Enjoying all of nature's beauty unseen, Feeling majestic powers, it will bring. Imagine fragrances warmed by sunshine. Feel cascading build of warmth around. Mid day arrives, preparations combine. As gentle fresh air moves without sound, Brilliancy around thee captures your breath. New birth engages your senses so deep. Sweet visions revive thee, from sudden death. Sounds caress thine ears, even in sleep. Thou with thine eyes closed, awareness in smell. Sensing lilacs, bidding winter farewell, Written for Sponsor Francine Roberts Contest Name Bring on Spring
Blood mountains divided, staring back quartz veins. Decending and rising, as footings lay claims. Hopping and leaping through scents of black earth. Surrounded by moss and love what it's worth. Climbing the hill will pull at your muscles. while healing your heart; tomorrow come tussles. Seeing's forever and waiting not still. Love of destruction; you rise till you feel. Sniffing the wind that smells of the trees while Winding you up on two buckled knees. Then resting your fluids on top of your tongue, Sees love far from home or a rule of thumb. Now View the horizon on top of the mountain Where words are in silence and chest like a fountain. Relax and start humming and start your way down. Returning you home and turn in your crown.
Crack, push, wriggle, peck, Wet duckling appears by night - Easter breakfast runs
A simple peace of this fragmented reality of the spirit flight now, I lay me down to sleep a spiritual realm of possibilities inches forward my third eye of perception wide and receiving an unconscious consciousness of God's realm peering inward a small piece of life's mystery reveals a brilliant flight purple and light green float in a vision beyond comprehension I dive in and receive this unimaginable gift a garden of light and energy suspended free my spirit heeds the call as I drift submersed in a love words cannot express I drown in light............... The Spiritual Dream A Rambling Poet Contest "A Fragmented Dream" By Rick Parise
Baby lets take that drive today. Its the right time to get away. Lets go to that same old spot that we both know so well. Its there. The sun is always warm and nice. And the river runs so cool, always flowing thru our minds. Love is in the air tonight. This time, this time that we share. Being here, being here without a care. Love is in the air tonight. When we're here we feel free. So plentiful, just you and me. We know its here for sure. We'll make love all thru the night. Love is in the air tonight. Holding hands below the stars. Below the stars, we begin to dance. And we'll dance all thru the night. Love is in the air tonight. We'll sleep all day, just to wake all night. To wake and love and dance. Under stars again, love in the air to share. Another night again, always hand and hand. Love is in the air tonight.
Pink Slime, Pesticides And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs And we wonder why there is an increase in learning disabilities among children today I say it's because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. I do understand that demand is high so we have to do somethin' So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and herbicides and other sh#! that's hard to digest I mean what's really the cause? There's more kids with disabilities today than there ever was I say it's because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. Pink Slime and Pesticides..We're eating stuff that's been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs
Might I ask about what the moon means to you? It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite. Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky? It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living. So does the moon fill the air with hope? The moon itself is hope for people. Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching? It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life. Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth, And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth. So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night With romance in the air that is so bright We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk And with such passion we would talk The moon gives us our pull on each others heart With a dinner that we take part The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love The moon is always there to shine right above In time we think we are blinded by the moon But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon It gives out a warmth in the darkness We probably do not think of it less Because the moon is our memories of our past It shows it everyday and night and always last April 13, 2013
Turn the wheel Out of curiosity I'll be generous...you'll receive Something special...something to make you whole Though the trials you must run through Are a great struggle that can easily Pull you down And I want to erase your frown You will feel way better about yourself Just trust me...take my hand... I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time Just for your own liking We'll be hiking Those somewhat difficult hardships Together for eternity We'll spend time in the future Together in unity *******he sea...Let's flee and be free! LOOK how nice you look! Trample those insufferable nuisances That dare put you down To the sea floor I'll push them to the core! Feel free to walk the Road of Recovery
Jest and youthful jollity, I'm seeking the dazzling sights. White pimpled dews hug on the greeny grasses. Black flowers of tiny ants kissing other cheeks. Golden daffodils lurking under the brown-mushrooms. Violet flowers peeping from the nest of eggs. Meroon seeds jungle and spliting slowly. Grey squirrels gnawing and fighting for orange carrot. Red berries oscillating by the soft wind. Orange daisies dreaming about their bride-groom. Pink rose buds shivering often the touch of moths. Coral flowers sleeping on the bed of soil. Purple sky attracted by the pleasant songs of birds. Yellow butterflies pranked and jumping over the tendril. Classic scenery spread everywhere! Over! the smell of colors but my blossom heart wet!!!!!!!!!!
The passion that comes When greeted by a storm Is nothing I can explain The rain, wind, thunder, and lightning Sends a frenzy of shivers through my body Making my every nerve numb As the light flickers And the thunder claps I can feel my heart beat faster The rain on the roof Like a drum Sends my body in a rhythmic dance The wind is my partner As I float around Above the ground Leaving my worries behind
Hopeful doesn't mean stupid That doesn't mean I wasn't stupid I was in a state and messed up Simple as that. I could dramatize Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but, I won't. My spirit can dance alone. A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else's. Dropped my shield Set myself on fire Burned up a daft dream And fell to ashes. I've proven to relate to the phoenix Both of us know what it's like to die a quick death and come back stronger Time and time again Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort. Boulders Hard topped, granite counters Tough as nails kid But kid is man or at least he pretends to be. Smart phones aren't so smart but, I'm writing this on one Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins. Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.
The tangible sunrays cast their lights to haze, withering the moments in a day, but the moon foreshadows its hue of white across the darkness of the night. In the wooden trails under the moonlit hour, that old oak tree stood as a tower, bowing its head filled leaves to the ground, as though praying or royalty to be found. And the bark is elder, no longer a rich thick brown, but grayness is its coat who always frowns. The brittle roots and twigs overlap each other, The trunk was sturdy as a man but more care giving like mother. And the nature breath's chills the wood, from a solemn warmth to goosebumps who intrudes. The old Oak tree whimpers and woos from the leaves rustling a whisper to the boy who weaves his arms, and swings himself amongst the highest point. He sits to watch the beautiful join between the passage of the moon and the sun. The sky is stolen from the moon; the night be done. And the Old Oak tree, once again, overviews the day of the tangible tangerine sunrays cast their lights out of haze. And the little boy still sits until the sprinkle of rain and drizzles roam. He climbed down the gray old trunk and heads back home. And the old oak tree smiles, never so gleefully before. And wishes for the little boy to appreciate him once more.
Joanna Davis The' jingle, jangle', of life's bustling pace is filled with concords of the human race. Towards and ending that's yet to unfold, for the next generation our story is old The tour we embark on, each step we take, is forever deciding the choices we make The limbo, two-step, waltz or the jive Will all play a part in how well we survive. If you listen carefully to every sound, you'll flow with the music, not stumble around When in tune with beat, each step you take, Becomes part of life's rhythm, make no mistake
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION JS Lambert
Pinkish hue, flourishes, in Heavens sky. Graciously flavoring view for solitude, Driving your soul into eternity forever, This scene calms both your heart and spirit. Classic views of red sensitive, but many, Pink skies deliver us beyond just love. Sealing spirit to quantify each existence, Capturing sensual desires for all who see, Delving into psyche of harmonious minds, Enriching secrets kept hidden from many, Though shared by few, are divinely met. Truly indescribable, is an evening in pink. Written for Sponsor ^Rick Parise Contest Name The Pink Evening Sky
A night so cold Though spring has sprung Winter so bold Refuse to run. Deployed my wings Wide, gleaming white Destiny sings My mate to find. Flew through showers Blown about, caught By strong currents Of wind so bold. Rested at night By ponds and creeks To avoid plight Of hungry beasts. I remember My parents' love Their wise lectures The song they sung. Yet my heart weeps For the one I see In all my dreams My song won't cease. As my Father Found its soul mate, My sweet Mother So will I, one day. I'll fear no night I'll fear no storm With the sun I rise Till light's no more. Until the day As I follow the sun Above clouds of gray The same song is sung. For only one Can sing the same And I will know That I found my mate. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 04.24.11
Winter has come water banks freeze colorful sun drift away please. smoke forest calm not a sound made frost covered palms snowy mountain fog fades. Little marshmallow snow drops arrive and fall, come with me we'ell ascend through the cocoa plants stunned crops the coldness, old mighty nature please befriend. golden spiral artwork of nature within the deep land lies the bitter like the summit, so major always frozen the sun shines, ice glitters. Hush now follow me into the wild devoid of humans seize my hand leave reality lets flee be my crewman. we can now sail our ship can't forget your thinking hat let your mind unzip, but i'l tell you now, we may never make it back. sorry, that's how nature just is.
When Nature finally awakens, one needs to stop as the perplexed ravens, and watch fragile butterflies dance... celebrating the beauty of the radiant Heavens. The flowers that we touched in recent dreams, are awaiting for rain as they sway in fields of gold, dreaming of nighttime glimmering with moonbeams... will the moon's breath keep them as warm as yellow marigold? When Nature finally awakens, and snow melts turning into rivers, follow them and discover new amazing things... from blooming hills to harmonious plains. Stare at the star-lit sky and ponder over this mystery: since creation nothing has ever changed... we see it as others have and be part of that reality: feeling its profundity and be persuaded. When Nature finally awakens, our low spirits become sprightly and new; it's rebirth can induce more thrills... why not be adventurous and sparkle as dew?
The Whisper In the softness of a diamond studded night I felt that pregnant silence all around And the moon she looked so magic in my sight As she cast her rich dark shadows on the ground. I felt that mystic presence in the air As I sensed an awesome power deep inside And this essence it pervaded everywhere As deep within my child, for freedom cried. I heard the silence whisper to my heart So soft, but oh so loud, and so, so, strong As the voice of wisdom gently played it's part It's very purity could not be wrong 'Accept yourself' the whisper seemed to say You never know your time may not be long Why not be here now, and live your life today? And let it be, and dance, and sing your song.
Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm
< once this girl had seen her own shadow got scared begun to wag and waddle crossed over center line hit by semi's behind now shes up creek without a paddle Writen by Katherine Stella Entry For Rick Parise's Shadows And Lines Contest G.L. All
I've felt the warmest and newest sunlight at sunrise, and welcomed it gleefully with a thankful sigh at an early hour when nobody seems too alive... a cardinal with yellow feathers brought me a surprise! That gorgeous bird was surrounded by butterflies with colors brighter than wild flowers, swirled around them, to acccompany them to my silent doorstep and start his usual, daily hymn. "Thank him with a grateful, happy heart, look up and His image will appear among clouds; and although nobody has ever seen Him but Christ... believe that He'll reveal Himself to us!" And who will be the chosen ones from every present race... when this event will occur? Those who have kept the faith! So pray and with your gratefulness ever alive, give praise! That promise can be visualized by the multitudes that wait! "Thank Him with a grateful, happy heart, take along those good friends who have separated themselves from a worldliness, which kept them apart... they run to greet Him in the traquil evening to exalt His kindness!"
I bought a burger yesterday It was very dry like the seagull bay I pilled a lot of ketchup on it and still dry it remained I was very dissappointed as i look at the dry damned thing I ran to the toilet and let out a HUGE BLEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH As chunks of the dry burger fell out of my pie hole Landing into the toilet Making dookie plop noizes I'm done
The world of ice, in perfect white, tainted blood, as black as night, the love of lost, on end of chain, the shoeless freak, out in the rain, the homeless child, lost in fright, sleeps by day, runs by night, always forward, never back, the heartless Psycho, the bodies stack, the dark and red, on silver blade, you now lay in, the bed you made.
Making my night bright Filling my heart with gladness Only you can bring
EARLY MORNING IN THE COUNTRY The smell of fresh brewed coffee The sound of bacon slowly sizzling in the pan And the heady aroma it creates Homemade biscuits in the oven Sending the scent of their baking Into the far corners of every room in the house A bottle of cane syrup Made the old fashioned way on Thanksgiving Day Freshly churned butter for the biscuits once they're done Mourning doves cooing to each other Twelve sparrows jockeying for positions On the nine available perches on the feeder The sun slowly beginning to peep over the horizon As if testing the day to see if it's time to rise and shine Its rays scattering sunbeams through the winter foliage The frost slowly, almost reluctantly, beginning to melt Young squirrels scurrying around Under the centuries old oak tree, searching for acorns No concrete and steel buildings No jostling crowds No cabs, buses, or honking horns No exhaust fumes Just me and God and His creation As He shows me His handiwork Ah! The beauty, joy, peace, and tranquility Of early morning in the country Curtis Moorman 1 February 2010
inky black night stars brightly sparkling earths giant shadow moon slowly fading dark shadow spreading a total lunar eclipse a rare winter solstice not to be missed finally total coverage only one light to see a bright orange penumbra meant for only me
My pen's dry spell is over. The sunshine has made it so. As I sit in the warm morning sun the poetry starts to flow. The rain and cold had dampened mood and creativity as well but the sunshine has released it as if from a frozen spell. Two feet from me is a hummingbird enjoying the basket of flowers. On the lawn below lies a cat busily napping for hours. Inspiration is back now. The sunshine has made it so. As I sit in the warm morning sun the poetry starts to flow.
The sun is shining Everyone is now smiling Winter is leaving © Sam, 4/12/08
She squats beside the water's edge, playing, Tadpoles and crawdads fleeing From fat probing fingers. Sunlight sparkles on the river ripples, Caressing a sunburnt face And freckled pixie nose. Contentment - a child at peace with nature, Living on the brink of joy With sand between her toes. Kimo May 30, 2014
5/21/11-5/22/11 They told me it was going to be sunny I decided to go to the beach Blue beauty… No, I'm not the same as you can see I soar off like a distant train swaying…staying Connected to the tracks overwhelmed by rain You weepie... don't you know who made sorrow? Wait…do not scurry Tearless for tomorrow because that day will bring forth Brighter dusks…hidden beneath the surface Wherever we roam, I'll collect the foam from the attacking waves Masked with bitterness led by the wind Bitter clouds sending rain I guess I'll remain Home alone And watch a pale moonlight Shone in my withering curtains I'm certain There will be brighter days in this summer vacation that's next in line where we will dine forever on a soaring tide clueless…undefined Overcome the clouds… Let out victory Let them know The key to life is positivity Or treasured love Beneath the surface In other words, You are marvelous…a blue beauty You are a dolphin against an unfriendly tide Sending teardrops from bitter clouds Never meant for harm… Keep me away from this charm You send from your silky… lushing…gushing… form brushing beside a shipwrecked terrain Paradise lies in silky clouds Sending irresistible rain Sending no doubts Or heart-breaking reminders Pouring out acid rain from bitter clouds Teary skies…how time flies… Sending drenched-up memories… Cuddling to the soul Oh, how time flies A cruel enemy…how time could be a loathly fiend Sending acid rain From tilted clouds immediately drains the hour…unaware of the time I wish I could fall in your arms While the bitter clouds alters into charms Remain positive and fit Don't lie in the ocean floor There is a deep pit…be vigilant Stay awhile, will you? Tearless for tomorrow If you are made out of Droplets and charms My smile will warm up The cloudy day… and send the rain Under the water Under the teary sea is where our destiny will be the lovely clouds will be our shrouds it tickles my feet and your wiggling fins Stay awhile, will you? Tearless for tomorrow If you are made out of Droplets and charms Snuggle In my arms
Twists and turns are life Happy or sad, you decide It shall stay that way
As I walk through the woods On this cool autumn day A bright carpet of leaves Greet my way Painted by nature In coloures so gay They flutter and glow In the breeze today As it brushes my soul On it's gentle way The fish in the pond Jump and play As ripples glow brightly In synchronised desplay And ducks sing their songs Of contintment today
< International waters laying down a little folk thus if you could read my mind what love we can sell Entry For Francine Robert's Write Me A Lightfoot Poem I Chose If You Could Read My Mind G.L. All
* Heart & Mind * I wonder, and I wonder of this heart of mine, for I know there are so many things for me to find I felt a pain so I left at the same time, to a small house that was designed I passed the first and took the next in line, because the big house wasn't finished so there wasn't any time. I jumped and entered, then did what I had to do at the time, and then something flashed across my mind, for there're similarities of the same signs I wonder, and I wonder, is she the true angel of mine, for she is full of the sweet sweet signs I wonder and I wonder, is she the true love of mine, for all that I know of her is that she straps the heart and mind: she's caring, sharing and most of all my father's design I see her nose, especially her sweet smile, every time she crosses my mind, for with such a smile, she will always be in my mind I never always get what I want but that's ok; it is for the best at times But this time I am sure that if I don't receive her, one thing for sure, she will always be apart of my mind For she is a sweet little creature of my father's design that will always be in my heart of mine
Sun slowly rises. Up from the tree tops, Bringing crisp surprises. Birds appearing as props, Awaiting fresh new crops, Spring has arrived, so awaited. Morning star pry open my eyes. Fresh coffee brews now abated. Brightens senses without disguise. Willing my soul to look at the skies, Stepping outside, crispness alerts me. All my perceptions are found true. As I find a fortune to glorious degree. White clouds fluffed in sky of blue. Spring has come, all these are a clue. date written 02/11/2012 written for Sponsor Francine Roberts Contest Name english quintain a spring day
_________________________ she always sings love each morning as the spring sun warms her gracious heart above the hills soft shadow her destiny soars beyond......... _________________________ Contest "Wow me in 5 lines" Poet ~ Rick Parise
O ~ mighty eagle outstretch wings and fly Let thy wind beneath wings lift and soar I stand salute freedom and begin to sigh Feathers of sweet purity Claws and beaks of razor edging I watch a far your maturity Encircling heavenly domain Snowcapped peaks valleys and bends This essence simply can drive to o insane Illuminated as her morning dawn Escape my feathered friend Oh let me capture what I've drawn Her magesty which moveth across the broaden sky O ~ in stealth fashion there she sails high
I heard a quiet, curious sound Like the beating of a tiny wing Dropped my rake and looked around For some hidden fairy-tail thing That's when my heart began to sing Around my head a burst of green With a glorious scarlet breast The most wonderful bird Id ever seen With wings that never came to rest Oh lovely, my little garden guest For several months it stayed with me Flitting here and hovering there I think a nest high in my tree It seemed we had no earthly care The summer of my hummingbird affair 4/4/13
Some times they say the great and mighty do fall… And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all. Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength. But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think. The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks. So you'll never guess what those cute little penguins did. Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice. They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice. The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill. But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill. So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… That the polar bears didn't notice the ice caught in the currents sway. The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight. And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night. You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day. For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away. Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand. Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan… And, never turn your back on a penguin I say. They're the reason there's no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day. Tell Me A Story Contest
A number of tasks to handle, and not even a space left to enjoy, as the work needs to be completed, as fast as it can be done, in spite of the hard work, we do daily, we do need some respite, and these could be done, in a number of ways, by walking, or jogging or by watching television, or by watching films, in the multiplexes, those which lie in every nook and corner of the street, but some derive pleasure, through travelling, others by travelling through the forests, accompanied by a special companion, some large and some small, known as the camera, taking a step at a time, as silently as possible, as to not to wake up the wild living in here, by capturing the photos of these lovely creatures, living in here, some of the these wonderful creatures are seen, roaming as freely as possible in the wild, look how carefree they are, but their ears are opened quite wide, to heed for any danger, heading their way, it's time for me to return home, from the wild, as it is time for me to deliver, these photos to my manager, as this has been my job, for which I do get paid for, to look after my family, I do need to hurry, as I do not travel by four wheelers, or two wheelers, as the pollution created by these, could endanger the wild living in here, I do travel far and wide, with my bicycle, for all the work I do, and I do not mind this, as my love for the wild, exceeds boundaries forever!! From:-Mr. Manu Nair.
I love bright days. In the long fun summer days. Enjoying myself.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() In vast dimensions my mind wanders in starlight resting in calm love the Autumn moon full with dreams poetic words lightly chant Hazy blue imprints of a fortress, sempiternal electric clouds drift as simple words speak within I beckon the great spirit ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() "Moonlight Dream" Contest
I can remember every time I've watched the sun rise. Each time so much different from the last. The awakening of the world, the pulse of it all, always the same. I can feel the rumble of her heart beat right through me. Oh how I cherish these moments of peace.
The bark of the birch - it's curled for peeling as the whippoorwill commands the block. I fill my lungs with the pine-riddled air, discounting the call of the clock. A trickle of water escapes the hose, a new pepper has sprouted - no, a pair! Pleased with the snips of roses I chose, apart from a vase, I haven't a care.
You ask me why I love mountains? I smile in the silence and quiet mind Seeing the golden horizon with the heavenly sky To the deep green valleys and the floating white wings Far from the humankind. You ask me why I dwell in the mountains? I cry and I can cry out loud for my heart is free of care Seeing the distant snowcapped peak I try to reach her my voice And I listen to my own cry when she replies. You ask me why I find peace in the mountains? The city is down with curses And here even when a lonely cloud floats lesuirely by It gives me to breath a fresh air when it passes by And when I see the same ridge again It comes with a far horizon that flashes by. You ask me why I find homely in the mountains? Keeping company with moon, I never lost my way Looking back I see the paths I have taken Blue then, blue beneath the skyline The moon greeted me with hidden tracks Revealing the secrets in the forest Even a leaf becomes a home down my way. You ask me why I don't want to return back to the plains? Wind in the vales still outcries my voice Every droplets falling from the leaves recalls my tears The clouds floating aimlessly shows me the distance yet to cover And the misty morning cold holds my breath forever.
I am on top of this mountain I taste pleasure With love at no one's measure. Without anticipation I choose to devour And kill everything before it goes sour. I am on top of this mountain I smell joy With no signs of fools or little boys. With all signs of excitement, And not a minor smell of judgment I am on top of this mountain I hear peace With all my might and all my ease. With so much confidence And so much diligence. I am on top of this mountain I feel relief With no verdict and only my belief. With so much rejoice And not a slight noise of a familiar or stranger's voice. I am on top of this mountain I look around and I see this beauty standing across my eyes With so much wealth and warmth that is hidden in disguise. With the swift of breeze that brush my face All I feel is that I am in the right place! I am myself on top of this mountain! JazzieAnn Brown 10/14/12
That big grey palate Outside my window Stroked with raindrops Happiness from the skies The window sighs While I look outside Gentle drops of water Adorn the window-frame The Gods do play While the Earth sings She is the bride, they say We shower her with rain The earthy fragrance Flirting with the wild orchids Lulling the newborn to sleep Avatars of happiness, it seems Hoarse laughter from the crow Perched now on the treetop Drenched in the rain Feels like a king, for sure My mind is on the streets Jumping in the puddle Near that tailor's shop Simple joy it seeks Unrestrained hair blowing Being wooed by the wind Sitting beside the window I put on a pleasant grin The heart is light The soul is unshackled Leaving the skin behind I dissolve in the surroundings The rain is still falling The thunder is boasting Intoxicated I am now In the wine of happiness
Good morning, beautiful day No clouds storming, the Sun is shining So I got to be rhyming, nice to see the leaves Falling in the Fall, go for a run feel the breez as a smile I release, Peaceful morning puts my mind at ease like a picture Say cheese, I'm in the mountains, happily shoutain to the Lord thank you For a Good morning... I'm up so early, I'm an early bird tweeting a song even if you already heard Like Jack Johnson it's not the weedend, but Banana Pancakes I will make If and when, I'd like to say Good Morning to all once again So who am I, Daniel Sainz, go head and call me Daniel Son, like the Karate Kid, HA JK Wait for the next day, Good Morning I'll say, hope it will be a Beautiful Day...
Rivers joyfully flow Roses again bloom Spring visits again!
I cherish every raindrops which dance upon my face Occasional piano accompaniment drift along my pace On the trails which tickles my fifth sense of taste Millions molecular beam saved every curt memo as a lace Which knitted through every single wink of my grace Again, I cherish every raindrops which dance upon my face Love the moment, love the drizzle Love the ambiance which showered in a dazzle
Heat Wave Hot Everybody's At Temperature We Are Very Equipped Heat Wave June 2012
I am i I am the one of my kind I am the one that my satisfaction is dwelth to you o' lord almighty, to you o' lord almighty, i sing song of gratitude for making me the way i am. to you o' lord almighty i give thanks for creating me creating me in you own likings creating me in fashion mirrow like a quartz on the surface of a running river O' lord i am happy with the shape of my head fashion as my navigator and director through the world Delight with my nose as the passage of your air satisfied with my entire body of whome am i satisfied with my skeleton bones with is content as the frame attached of my flesh satisfied my short arms,short legs the legs as my transport through the distance of the world. satisfied o' lord for having created.
Oh so many words to write On colours so divine I sight ~ A blue A green A pastel scene Some color that's like whipping cream! So eager! Beaver, Have you seen her? Sitting on a rustic fence? I bet she's waiting Contemplating Being with some handsome gent! Aligned with sights and sounds I muster, Up the strength to write a word I write them down without a sound A thought that's really quite absurd! So gander at a gander Goose So fluffy with its feathers Roost Beyond the gleaning fields of yellow Not beside that smelly fellow! A goose is good if you can gander At it -- With a telescope Leave it with a good impression I'm guessing You would like a lesson In how a duck can dodge a gun -- They are a duck however, pleasing However pleasing is a duck? But if you think about it really They can dodge because they Duck.
Spring is seeping in I can feel it seeping in Spring season's on it's way Lord Sun is shining vibrantly It's a precious kind of day One fountain gurgles pleasantly While another chuckles low There's a kind of magic in the air That kind of makes me glow. This wondrous essence that I feel It be so strong in me I guess I'm not the only one In everyone it be It seems though few have felt it They keep it hid within Yet when it moves into ones soul The dance it must begin A Honey eater with striped face Breaks into tender song He has the most delightful voice That really does belong Within the heart of every man It gives such sweet delight As I sit here soaking beauty in The sun shines soft, yet bright. 11 August 2013 @ 1732hrs.
Some complain of snow Some complain of the cold But what falls from the sky Is much more golden than gold Blessings from the sky Yet we turn a blind eye We instead express our disgust When we could turn our sins into dust We could pray to alleviate someone's pain But instead we scowl and frown on that rain We could thank God instead of making a fuss (It's not like He's throwing rocks down at us!) A time to be grateful, Yet we just complain We could be making precious du'aa For major beneficial gain But it's easier to grumble Roll your eyes and shake your head You may regret not taking advantage of this When you're long gone and dead Don't delay being Grateful to your Lord Let your heart live out The 'alhamdulileh' word.
And I can smell the windswept pine Warmly holding hands, yours in mine We move against the coming night Our aching bodies drawing the line Through the snow we lightly play Laughing madly, in love we stay Back to our cabin of logs and love As the sun dwindles to a single ray Bathed in firelight, glistened in sweat We roll and writhe and love and yet We two stripped and licked by flame Fuelled by amore and desirous inset These presents we give each our hearts Bound together we lay upon fiery hearth As winters coat enwraps this self bounty We shall never be alone or torn apart
The super artist With each, sweet, precious moment There's a different kind of show As I sit and watch these Tingle trees How they glisten, how they glow! Soft branches dance on cooling breeze Beyond the river shore Reflecting colours on the rivers sheen As it sparkles more and more. Am I standing here in Heaven? What be this wondrous bliss? That comes from all this beauty? I'm mesmerized by this As the sun shines on those Tingle trees And I watch this picture show A feeling soft and beautiful Within my heart does glow. There has to be some power In the heavens up above Who keeps this sun a shining He's an artist filled with love He has those special powers To fill each soul with bliss As his colours fill the Universe When he the World does kiss. 26 July 2013 @ 1322hrs. Written for the 'Beauty contest'
Wild and unkempt, the field croons to me, a siren's call beseeching to play tag with the wind, sprinting across the uneven surface and splay full-length, face-down upon her mossy breast. I gluttonously drink gulps of her scent, fecund and rich and savory enough to satisfy my appetite. Then she whispers softly, mere breath-brushes against my neck, as the pull of an unheard heart-thump draws me down to nestle deeper in her caress. The curly blades of grass trill arias as they sing across my skin, and tiny red ants march to their drumbeat of life in rank order rows tangent to my face, while a solitary spider dangles from a single silken strand. . I lie hidden from the world by my sentient shield immersed in the rhythm and innate magic of my overgrown meadow.
******** Love is such a mystery I cherish it every day With You, Fore it has a life A life of long meaning In every since of the way So many feelings'... So many words That I can not say! They are such reflective Words.... My Love is here to stay! Poet Author Gary Fields
Have You Ever Heard A Lone Wolf's Howl … Sends Chills, Up My Spine In Memory, (Even Now) … Not Out Of Fear … That's Not What I Hear It's A Longing A Calling A Soul-Star Rising And Vocalizing A Notice … A Need A Heed of The Breed He's Lifting His Head Out Of The Dark Not Like A Bark But, Rite of Passage-Mark Thru the Air, 'Hahooooo' Zooms In Moonlight, and in Tune A Long, Mellow Note The Wolf Sung-Spoke Wolf, is Howling To Say … Same Things, We Pray … Have You Ever Heard A Lone Wolf Howl Sends Chills, Up My Spine (Even Now) ! …
Tradition started long time back Harvesters celebrate and relax Attire of satisfaction seeing sack Never give up spirit sold in packs Kudos grows with result of work Semblance of honesty and trust Gift by Almighty to sow and reap Ignite lamp of prosperity deep Victory of heartily carried labour Innocence cares for love treasure Nascent to come next year again Giving selflessly not just to gain Date to remember not for holiday Aspiration rather to work and pray Yearn for prosperity each hour...day
All across an area Of poising purple peonies She's silently secretly stalking beautiful butterflies betrothed bright blue Wishing with wonder what wagers would want From ferociously fluttering fabulous faces Casting closely to colored camouflaging kaleidoscopes Until the usually utterly untrustworthy upon the unfortunate Lands lightly on lips, laminating labyrinths extreme exultations explode.
B asking in the morning sun, E njoying that the school years done, A bsorbing the vast, crystal, blue sky, C leansing water from the ocean rushes by, H anging on to every sound, B orrowing in the sand that's all around, L uscious strawberry's, grapes and a peach, A n astounding day at the beach, K indly I help put lotion on a woman's back, E ven on the beach my manors are still intact, T hen suddenly dark clouds quickly move in, B efore I make it to the board walk the rain begins, I do not seem to even mind, N othing is better than a shower, in this heat, at this time, G oing towards the car I start to dance, O verwhelmed with joy, I continue with a pitter-patter prance. By: Sabina Nicole
A sparkling jewel Of nature It brings peace To my soul Fills the Empty hole Slows down My heartbeat Stops the retreat And rebuilds Refills My heart With wonder With hope With silence. Pained As I am By my past The re-casting Of my being The removal Of my all-seeing Alter-ego Is a certainty When on the boat To Lerwick With waves Licking The sides And the rhythm Of the slow Humming Engine Slowing my rhythm Sending Me to sleep. Gets me Dreaming of The glistening sea This wondrous Place This hidden Space Where few Do tread And the calm Descends From The first step From the lack Of Chain Stores The Out-of-date News The stormy weather Views The Cream Buns The Long lasting Sun A slow Drifting Pace The hundred Private beaches The performing stars At night A delight To my heart I dream of another place
Sometimes I feel small in this world, in this vast universe But then sometimes when I'm sitting on that bench in the park with know one around watching the leaves dance in the breeze, the air hitting my face . . I feel big on an imaginable scale, it reminds me of all those minuet atoms all put together to make me Enabling me to watch those leaves dance in the breeze! Enabling me to walk in that park! Sit on that bench! It's easy to forget how special we are and how everything in this world is special if you look close enough. The one thing size has taught me is to think and when we think and i mean actually THINK . . amazing things can be achieved.
I love how the cool breeze caresses my face tickling my lips and tossing my hair playfully It brings life to the silence of the dull, Autumn day and forces smiles on grim faces I adore the crinkling of leaves underneath my bare feet sending a thrilling chill up my body and quickening my heart with every step I take It lifts the spirits of small children and sends their innocent laughter through the air, touching hearts along the way How wonderful the sprinkling drops of water are as they tease my skin with their touch and I cannot help but feel genuine joy These days come often but are rarely seen as they are Beautiful Cheerful and a simple yet intricate blessing from God
Soft like cotton balls, first snowflakes fall Kiss the faces of children, so enthralled Some swirl and twirl carried by the sweeping wind And I can not wait to make 'angels' wings! Tree branches fully dressed in spotless white And rooftops far away seem closer in sight How bright eyes light up, and fill with glee The first snowflakes of the year, they see! ~*~ 02/10/12
Bare feet in the grass, wet from the sweet morning's dew. I venture out to greet the dawn and walk towards the view. Above the mountains there bursts orange and red, the dawn, rising like a phoenix ... and now the night is gone.
You make me feel like a Summer's sunset on a beach: Watching the bight rays stretch Out across the waves, Saying one last golden goodbye to the world Before it goes to sleep; allowing The stars and moon to take its place in the Evening sky, as they sparkle across The water like thousands of dancing snowflakes.
Farther than the semi-dark hickory hill, clouds gather over the picturesque valley of this vast region engulfed by a chill... as misty rain comes to evoke spring's beauty! Its gently pelting raindrops slowly quench the trees' thirst, flowers return to life...it hasn't rained in fourteen weeks; morning and noon with only sun and no soothing breeze... Nature was too arid and farmers expected the worst! Fall, warm raindrops, slowly fall until late evening to make room for a clearer sky with an ascending moon; will only lovers await nightfall while those crickets croon? Rejoice gleaming roses...your petals will overjoy the living! Finally the whitest moon reappears into the Heavens, it will not miss another night and lovers who'll feel dilly; why did it wait behind clouds as misty rain came to evoke spring's beauty? Oh, let those moon rays reach me and make this motionless body dance!
As we rose on wings The earth falling below fast On wings of eagle Feeling as higher at last Beauty of Canyon below
endless specks of light looming robes of spotless white mingles in delight
She steps out on the balcony, in the soothing night air, combing her slim fingers through her shiny, coarse hair.. Her gown sways at her ankles with its lavender blend, dancing to and fro with the flow of the wind. She extends her arms, resting her hands upon the deck, with her silky hair strands draping her shoulders and neck. She stares the waves calmly moving inland and away, as they're guided by the wind day after day. Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Published by Publish America
Would I rather go too slow, Damp breath feeding the soil, worms to grow, an old mans toil. For me the answer is clear; Though not today and I hope not here – To explode with love and feelings gold – Not too young and not too old Wise enough to see my growth But not old enough to have outgrown My sprit, Fun, this place called home That's how to die A confetti of flesh ruptures the Sky. Feeding the air, water and earth. Why you ask do I care how I die – My love, that is the whole reason - We're here to ask why.
Her kiss was red as strawberries: sweet and wild. She made me taste that rare fruit found in bright fields. Then my kiss became passionate and sublime. Written by Andrew Crisci for Michael J. Falotico's contest, " A Kiss Like Fruit "
Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches Beyond which a future is unfurled. My bag's innards are spilled like blood in the Bible Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches; He holds the key to this new world. The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped Eardrums with sonic solemnity. I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped Up like a holiday Tetris calamity. My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found, In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family; Airports are filled with pretences. Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound, On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be. Our intrepid journey commences...
Closed Eyes -- I imagine you, a bird Soaring through a cloudless wide open And to my ears, I hear the gentle chimes In breathtaking delight, a sound so Tinkle Tinkle Tinkle… Breathing in -- The air is warm painted in sunshine Sweet as fresh rain in the woods I hear you -- A quiet flutter against plumes Your feathers lift so subtle Embracing cooling winds High above the treetops… Please wait for me in budding branches; I will fly with you, I promise -- I love you.
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.
The Shamans gather to discuss the oblivious reason Dispel cruelty as fate opens for our unorthodox legion Conformity's blue armies will try to trap you and me in Destroy notions preconceived, let the celebration begin The mind is confused on what info it should reject It is lost when it sees truth it cannot possibly accept Parallel to common belief, pompous power is not Respect I have invisible plans the materialists cannot ever detect A different death, of new hope Soaring as Shamans cut the rope …but some won't It is normal to be abnormal Self discovery is not formal …but love is not either Lamenting and hoping soliloquy This is the way it was supposed to be …but it is Patience in expediting time Supposed to waste away for a dime …but I won't Smooth, silky opaque clouds I have seen though the shadowed shrouds …but I will still depart with the Shamans The Spirit Realm Lost in inevitable time Drifting through superfluous mind Coasting on sporadic rhymes Losing grip on human kind Searching in jungles of lies Venom vines cannot unwind Oxygen floats in pink skies Wiggling under ties that bind Worldly thought in powerfully small significant action In the end, there are no nations and there is no faction There is only the physical, mental, and spiritual reaction Contently acquiesce to predetermination's satisfaction The pelicans told me how to dance on water Mother's dying nature from a materialistic daughter Patriarchs are nonexistent in the time of our Father Unwritten governing connections from unknown author They eternalized eternity in what they wrote The variables of grounded state and Shamans who float The differences between independent thought and rote Hidden is Peace in this experimental Earth piece Except in the internally spiritual enlightened keys Existence in the persistence of beginnings and endings Continuous coincidence shows we are not alone fending Disruptive objectives exemplify perceived reality is bending Only you choose spiritual contentment in moments you're spending I quest to become a Great Shaman of Spirituality Gather my children and listen to the winds of actuality Optimistic spirits show how to make a boorish world sublime The gradual success journeys through our mystics in beautific time Obliterate the materialistic, conformist cause of hesitant follow through Us and the Shamans will do everything; it is of yet if this includes you
i attempt to take a breath as structure slips away, two lips and a whisper changed a universe today, patterns contort and minds tilt ajar, my soul is dumbfounded in sight of this art, head in the clouds, where home isn't far, seems ages away, knee deep in the stars, i know not, the language, i can not define, but i know that its coming, it's growing, it's mine.
*White Sulphurs* Gliding around my shoulders on a warm cozy afternoon Dashing and diving to my cabbage patch depositing their love For every time I see one my heart rises up new hope For every time I see one my energy soars to the heavens Oh how I wish I could fly like the white sulphur butterfly that is upon me! How I wish I could ascend to the heavens and then sky dive below! How I wish the cares of this world would leave me Transporting the pressures of this life to fall upon my cabbage patch below Oh to be a butterfly for just one afternoon! See their descent of twirling and spinning See their descent of gleeful decree Oh to be like a white sulphur butterfly! Oh to spring forth on a majestic journey! Gwendolen Rix 8-2-14
Soft, silky, sweet and slow Sexy, sensual and aromatic OOOOOOOH Please release your concealing top Send me into a daze let mind go . . . AAAAAAAH Natural taste so rich it's lovely Thank you bee's for producing honey!
Those Distant African Nights... 1. The shadows swayed in your candlelit room, a cool breeze teasing your bare back, streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night, as my hands stroked your hair, kissing your soft mouth, holding you, ever so tight. 2. You whispered that you loved me, and I kept silent, the rain fell, shadows danced, thunder rolled, the breeze teased your naked back, you whispered that you loved me, as my lips found yours, the rain washed over our tender nights, lightning and candlelight, etching poems on your burnished skin, yet, a fear gnawed at me, deep within. 3. We parted ways, and you could never forgive me, you said, now, after numberless thunderstorms, the rain that falls, echo the countless tears that I have shed. 4. You are long gone, far away, happy, I pray, yet the memories persist, those precious moments shall never, ever, like the Jo'burg rains, trickle away, and I wish you well, for loving me as you did, for it was I who was not worthy, then, and it is I who is not worthy, now... 5. You were always true, it was I who always, always, refused to, to give myself, completely to you.
dandelions freshly picked by a child become a precious flower
handsome hedge familiar smells of age sprout new scents
Enchanting waters Gently flowing through wildlife Everlasting peace
When at last we reached our bipedal stage we stood with fists raised in the air We bowed to the brightest stars in the sky as we worshiped both heaven and earth We chanted tales to the crescent moon as we danced to the rhythm of falling rain yet we stood with fists raised in the air till the thunder-bird crashed in the plains When bear and wolf were sacred beasts while soil and water our precious friends brought life to mouths of full belief respect for creatures throughout the land We stored the harvest and consumed the hunt praised the god of food and the lord of death yet we stood with fists raised in the air till the goddess of truth and justice appeared Primitive tribes much more advanced where family the woven fabric of life stitched tattered ends to meager means as they held out hope for all species Yet we cast aside our former faith dumped toxins for the wind to propel stole lives for seconds on the silver screen as we stood on the shore of our living hell When technology defeated philosophy we stood with a finger raised in the air flaunting our thoughtless victory over a social war - never declared
As the summer sunlight hits the surface of the lake I am transfixed by a million kaleidoscopic sparkles making the water look like a silver-blue satin sheet complete with thousands of winking diamonds upon it strewn like some cosmic boon an ethereal treasure a dazzling gift of the fickle Texas weather causing my eyes to squint from the overwhelming glint though I try to keep them open pupils coping because the ambiance is magic so brief, it's tragic the lake seems like a living creature a silent preacher reflecting the wonder of God... I start to nod as I feel my skin bake regardless of the claims they make surely this must be healing this wonderful feeling. I breathe deeply and clear my throat as I note out of the corner of my eye a brilliant green-blue dragonfly wings beating at lightening speed hovering over a stand of reeds like some kind of prehistoric chopper only...elegant and proper. I marvel at the aerodynamics of this minature flying myth proving dragons still exsist as it darts and then hangs suspended irredescently splendid as God intended suddenly flying in reverse (physics be cursed) then warp-speed ahead and my body feels like lead as a thought crosses my drowsy mind wondering if, at a certain time, they were descended from dragons, thinking of Bilbo Baggins... or maybe they're aliens come to invade not realizing until they arrived the mistake they'd made on the matter or sizing for, if they were larger, like planes, if you will, we'd all be transfixed by their flying skill. So maybe they're tiny, frustrated invaders living like traitors. I focus now on the whirr of it's wings and the lullaby it sings finally surrendering and my last conscious thought that my psyche reveals is that this must be how happiness feels.
Like A Star Jan 11th,2011 By: Sami LaRose I look upon the stars and count them One by one; Number by number; All of different shapes, sizes, forms and even different colors. The encases of the nights air brushes upon my check, Reviling the cold January air against me It all feels so calming, cool and relaxed But then we've got to look back at different points in time and think back, What did I do there Was it a wrong choice or was it a right one Do I know what I'm doing or don't I So many different question, and yet so many unanswered, Sometimes life relives to us in different ways, shapes, forms, sizes, and colors, just like the stars in the night sky do So see, we are really no different from nature it's self Because nature is a star And you are like a star The one shinning brightest so far. Written On January 11th, 2011
Twice in my life, an experience to remember. At the peak of dawn's light, on a morning in December. It's a beautiful thing that came, straight from heaven's gate. A holiday to remember, on the 11th of December. Everyone is excited, as the phone begins to ring. Look outside to see, the snow that is falling. An unexpected holiday, with children out to play. Memories will never fade, of that December day. The snow was steady falling. The wind continued to blow. Children's voices calling, "Come play out in the snow." So, God sent us a miracle straight from heaven's gate. Even I went out to catch some falling snowflakes. People everywhere, outside in the cold. The thing that touched my heart, was footprints in the snow.
Today has said, "Good morning!", and my ears can hear a brighter voice A change in tone, the choice of words, have dusted off my better mood Today has said, "Good morning! And my heart can feel a brand new joy As winter takes a final leave, and melts the cold with warmer hues Today now wakes anew, with the cleansing sound of springtime rain And sweeps the cobwebs from my brain, and clears a winter's dread It is not that I will dawdle, 'though my bed's unmade again… The chores, for once, can wait awhile, while cobwebs clear my head I look outside my window, and relish what I see Those gloomy clouds are breaking up, as I pour my cup of tea The winter doldrums on my shoulders, which have been a part of me Have been shaken off, and swept away, like dust motes in the breeze The sun peeks through a rainbow's hue, to takes the gloom away One raindrop clings to cobwebs strung, across my flower's bed _________________________________ For Francine Robert's Contest: Cobwebs and Dust By Carrie Richards 3/20/12
layers of silence a chill that— fulfills nature's song echoes escape into an emptied delight reaching far folded wings glimmer eyes shimmer hungry for more rest absent words flushed in fevers of chilled haunt caress blooms creating lush songs folded in— imagination
This town was the place we used to call our haven You don't remember which road we've driven on The stars were shining against your cherished soul You're a part of my belongings You're ascending above the ground The peace is still like hidden treasure – it's bound to be found I believe in you…I put my faith in you After the miracles you've performed You don't agree with what you truly are The sky is grieving You jump from puddle to puddle You're struggling to meet your destiny Even if your body is saturated in sweat You must keep your head above the sea Follow me and I'll lead you to divine haven Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future It's tempting to just give up and turn around I could tell you've been stressing out But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free We'll flee together…despite the unwholesome weather The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we'll rise like the sun Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory Follow me and I'll lead you to divine haven Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future It's tempting to just give up and turn around You'd rather be drifting away and never be seen again I wanna change your mind and erase your frown Take your mind off of the distressful past Let loose your strain on me Hey! I know you're stronger than you realize You're not a failure – don't be disheartened Don't worry…you and I will earn our future prize This mess will clear up in a moment Just stay by my side and never depart From the light… I promise that we'll endure till the end Just stay nearby and our hope won't tear apart We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight Let's take action and snatch our glory before our time is up Follow me and I'll lead you to divine haven Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future It's tempting to just give up and turn around You've been trying to keep a steady pace But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me Let loose your stress on me… Don't be under pressure Let me handle your anxiety… Reach towards our divine haven Do you need a helping hand? I wish you a carefree Future
5 little Bunnies in a terrible storm. 5 little bunnies very recently born. The rain-washed out their nest buried in the ground. Momma bunny was fast carrying them to our mulch mound. Now high above the water but turning oh so cold. Wet and getting colder she buried them to keep them warm. But it was getting colder and she truly did her best, but… Exposure was setting in before they were safely set. Then came my dogs pointing them out in the torrential rain. So we ran out to see what there was to do in gain. Cold, wet, and stiff one barely moved as we picked it up So gathering them in the rain for the house we did gallop. They appeared dead but we wanted to try to save the day We put them together warming them with a drier with no delay. Gently drying and warming their fur… they came back alive. Over night warming was all we could do to help them survive. It stopped raining that night so the very next morn… We reburied them together in the mulch pile safe and warm. Momma bunny found them and raised them just for us… Now precious great grand bunnies play with boldness in our yard…
HORSE LOVE DAYBREAK IN THE PADDOCK Just a barn girl Armed with shovel Sleeps in tack room Filthy hovel But at dawn When dews kiss green Prince of Arabs Calls her Queen V Anderson-Throop 11/4/12
Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed With all your best friends from back in the day Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks I'm on the front line of battle Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples crack in Lauren's snapple Staddle Liz like mclovin But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle Its abominable, so unbelievable But its inevitable, the end is kissable I have rattled these kids psyches squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets as the creepy bells of the chapel ring I remain a mystery You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe And As you look the other way, I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy rex with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch Hang him from bunny man bridge Yo dude turn the lights on But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script Its bewitched with no miss to kiss Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit So the town clock strikes half past 3 There's one last gas before i must sleep Or i will crash fast if the light touches me Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe Run up on you with nine a knife, and the head of your wife Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears And as you look up in the mirror I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor But I hear a knock on the door Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy, just got a cold sore"
My heart is beating with upbeat delight You astound me…in every shape and form My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might You surprise me…when you take my hand And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm And He dismisses me from my solitude… My eyes are glistening with bliss… And I'm far from my demise… Only to find that there's no need to feel helpless Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection? Just protect me from any harm Let me make my own decisions… To see the results in the long run You prize me as if I'm cherished like your carefree child You don't understand – I'm TOO foolish and wild I haven't even reached to full maturity But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free From the world's mayhem Is there a solution to this problem? And I'm left with no answer… My eyes are eager to see…another bright day And the night is coming to haunt me… I find myself slowly disappearing from sight… When will God give me a purpose to fight? When will He feed me His awesome might? Just support me…especially during my downfalls Please answer my calls! And I'm left to venture off into His path… Eye can't escape my terrible nightmares Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton Let me pour forth my tears – Do me a favor and cast away my fears Steer me away from disorder and confusion Eye can see you're making great progress You're heading towards a brighter, superb future… My eyes No longer witness oblivion My eyes Looks beyond the earthly pain… bEyOnD the affliction I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . Push aside the waves…and let me Grab it this instant! God feeds me His love…and treats me Like a newborn infant! Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes I feel rare content And I feel hardly any resentment Eye cherish that REMARKABLE moment
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We went through woods to find Our pleasantries of mind; We lovers of forgotten things. There nestled in the wild, Sat picket fence and fig. And on a dancing twig, A boy found a dragonfly. Others hovered nearby, But this one did not fly When gently he stroked its wings. Oh the joy that summer brings; To touch a dragonfly In a place long untouched by child.
Today I hit the wetland trails Today I hit the wetland trails I've not done this for a while It's not the same as the older days When I used to walk for miles My body's getting older now I'm easing off a bit And yet these wetlands filled with life I love them, I admit. Whilst walking I got kind of high The clouds were in the sky As the rain was teeming down I heard the ravens cry As two of them flew over head Giving out their lonely calls There's something about these big black birds That be so beautiful. Then I saw a flock of swallows About a hundred strong They were not singing tenderly I heard no kind of song But my, those birds, they seemed to dance They whirled and twirled around And put my mind into a trance As I trod the grassy ground. I walked for just an hour or two As that rain, it soaked the earth Oh. Walking through these wetland trails Is a thing of so much worth Then I went home to write some poems To celebrate my day And let the day just do its thing As I went on my way. 15 August 2013 @ 1350hrs.
It is time for those cozy winter dreams. Night sky bright with starlight gleams. High above the moonlight beams. Echoes of a hoot owl screams, as I snuggle in for those midnight dreams. Frosty windows and snow covered trees, mountain tops waiting for those with skis, cold winds blowing the winter breeze, and I'm snuggled in with cozy winter deams.
I'm hoping for my dreams to become a reality I'm hoping for a phase of gratitude I'm rejecting my hopeless fate I'm accepting your side of the story…but don't intrude Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight I grab the rope for extra support It burns like a vertical line of fire I'm unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire I'm sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven They're distraught by my absence They're cheering for me from down below I'm sliding down… I cherish you like my own belongings I designed you on my bedroom wall I have you displayed deep in my heart Believe me – you'll never split it apart Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees And I imagine the memories we share with each other I'm sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven They're distraught by my absence They're cheering for me from down below I'm sliding down… When I reflect upon the joyous times, My heart never fails To pound vigorously for you I'm sliding down I'm looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you I see the light in your eyes I don't see an insidious nature in you… I wish I hadn't believed in the lies I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness I'm sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven They're distraught by my absence They're cheering for me from down below I'm sliding down… I'm glad I've met you in the first place We're a perfect match – Don't deny it…you made me feel handsome We're on the road of victory We're making great progress We're hanging on the edge, But we were rescued From sliding down… At least we're kept ourselves alive……
Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions They yearn, "RESTORE the walls of Jericho!" Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place Their weaknesses manipulate them – they're the definition of disgrace Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness! They plead and pray, "Dona nobis pacem…" Hear our hesitation and supplication…we're beneath the bricks and remains We're buried alive literally! We're becoming one with the ground Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we're getting washed away in the drains We're searching for shelter…we're getting hunted down – we're barely surviving They churn… They coil… They drift away… They spoil… In their miseries… Does He hear their pleas? "SAVE ME!" "Bestow blessings upon us!" Are you ignoring us deliberately? "Give us a helping hand And lead us to the promise land!" Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement Their strengths repaired our souls…we're the definition of bravery! Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho… Does anyone sense their resentment? Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – Their lack of optimism and gratitude Buried them down in captivity How can you bear their poverty? How can He save them from destruction and pity? They whisper on His Holy Hill, "Dona…Nobis…Pacem…" Don't let the battle overthrow 'em!
I talk softly to not be heard, Please God's ears hear these words. Be my guardian and watch my day, Be with me at night and never stray. The slightest hint of your presence gives me strength; To hold my head up high to escape life's stench, I'm in a nightmare of the world… I can't be woken by a pinch. Monsters are everywhere…some with Angel faces, Trying hard to steer my tongue… far away from my Graces. I talk softly to not be heard, Please God's ears hear these words. I'm like prey…there's many wolves…they all want a piece, Speaking loud would cause attention… And have Evil notice me. Alone I can't survive… I need your love to cover me. I talk softly to not be heard, Please God's ears hear these words. When you are with me… I fear no tomorrow; I can raise my voice to all Pain and Sorrow, And give thanks to my Lord for the time let borrowed. Now I feel you with me…I can feel the surge; I feel the need…I must be heard, Evil ears must hear these words. I'm no longer the prey...I will not sit and hide; I will stand my ground and pull deep from inside, The power of God and see world's beautiful side.
A single, red rose ruby colored rose that shines in the twilight and reflects my love over years of single and tragic heartbreaks. A single, red rose sits in a beautiful and calming oasis sitting there giving me hope for love to come around and knock upon my weak and weary door. A rose in the dry and hot desert grows tall and blooms with beauty and such glory that it could make a grown man weep, if it wanted too.
A bright and beautiful blanket of snow Silently hushes earth below spring shows White heavenly glory this covering brings You'll see its splendor uncovered in spring Earths radiant colors will then unveil New life within this warmth revealed The blanket lifted will then expose The warmth and love that God enclosed
My dreams are falling apart In Your hands, I pray (for joy), "Take heart!" You are the stars - searing my Soul is kneeling to the ground Trace my future and take wing Towards the pathway...You find peace You are an angel in my-- Heart is bleeding soundlessly Above land...I mourn so sweet I am the clouds - carrying a Gallon of grief...release me! Place me in fields of love and Forgive me and lift me up You are the heavens to my-- Heart is beating profoundly Without Your heart's joyous song You are the sun - nourishing My lambs are grazing around, Roving in fields of splendor, Enlightening the darkness You are an apple to my-- Eye is grieving...losing sight Of Your glory...I feel lost You are the lake - sparkling with Delight and Luck! Bring us home! Grow like a morning glory In the autumn time, You thrive You are valuable to my-- Eye is twinkling...praying for Insight...yearning for Your sight You are the hills - guiding my Mind is longing for your mirth-- Restoring peace to my verse, Sprouting forth grace and freedom You are the train tracks, bearing-- My train of thought...making my Steel spirit connect with Yours You are the valley - between The mountains guarding us all, Building strength to fragile bones, Welcoming a stream of hope You are my map - lending me YOUR helping hand I would take Now, I could take Your challenge You are like a maze filled with Mysteries conceal the truth; I fight with all of my might And I BEG for Your mercy To mend my once blissful dreams! How I long for Your mercy...
One thing is certain about summer It never last forever Be that it may sometimes be a bummer You will always remember the weather The ocean breaths As you sometimes hear Through the summer breeze And the starry nights are clear. Sweat and games are ever more real With a summer breeze It's the coolness you feel Which provokes a peace? For it's the memories you'll steal!
I'm hearing the laughter of the new Spring rain that we must shortly wash our cars again. And the moistening dirt is laughing too at the cold, wet mud getting splashed on you! Yes, and I believe that the thunder's clap is for the puddle soaking into your lap. And I hear the giggling of the gathered drops since we can't wear sandals or our new flip flops. And the grass, leaves and twigs choking up every drain chuckle at their mother's latest refrain. Listen to their snickers when eveything gets wet. They hope to spoil Mother's hair; for it is freshly set. Oh, Mother Nature's clan can sure be mean while they are painting our world a fresh and new spring green. But they say they're sorry, or did you not know- when they present to us later a freshly tied rainbow.
My father and my mother sat me down one day to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K. The years passes by as I got to be a teenager with high hopes of becoming the first young manager Life turns out a manager job is not for me so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see My family had taught me with all do respect the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect Like queens and kings we bow our head to the people who is wiser in age even when dead Life as our guide the time we have aged is what we leave behind that we are gaged In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth because we age and leave behind a new birth To those that seek such blessing of heart remember this age is respect for living from the start Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers
Listen to the wind passing by From the alienated side of the world To the world beyond decorated mountains Blowing quietly and peacefully And invigorating like happy rivers in dry season, Thereby pledging allegiance to natural order So, I decided to turn back and follow the wind To find its place of comfort For, if it was not for the good, It wouldn't blow, then, Going back is the only hope, That I will reach the sacred palace Where the wind lays its roots To absorb that peaceful air And find solace in its presence May be one day when I come back, I will be happier, so pleasing And stronger like the wind
Tears so warm and bitter, pain so hurtful and mode. "I wish I cannot feel this again." I can't take this anymore I want to smile, not cry all my tears. You left me with a paralyze heart, you left without saying thank you. "I couldn't been that bad." I was sweet.gently.loving and more I showed you smiles and laugher, even when I was blue with no strength to carry on. I was your "superwoman the healer"!!!! you was the gun and those sour meanful words. pop, pop careless man you where. But love was my good heart I gave you, happy or sad I was but my man I loved. Little but something I gave to you, even my last dime but you was worth more and a million. So many I love you and forever always we will be I believed that. And still do, I gave you the power I showered you with everything I was the one. Who seen it all but still was by your side, your actions games I was here not there. Right near so clear in view but you broke me and the rules. Now it me crumbling and you far far away, probable not least caring what you had done to me.
I can't complain I'm sheltered and fed But this nagging ambition still builds in my head Of what was written and what was said Of a lonely road far from my bed You don't venture far tiny bird in the thicket The home you mind is safe from the wicked It's a shame you can't fly far away And see all the cultures time built on its way With the people of both peace and war And the beauty of things in nature to adore But your home is well kept and happy it seems But what of your heart, your wishes and your dreams I can't feel shame it would make me weaker About the wasted moments left to the meeker The scoundrel in me keeps my heart from fever But fever is wanted by my soul the dreamer So tiny bird would you say you much wiser The time you spend you count like a miser Or is it that you take simple love in your day In the little you make from the soil and the clay Do the storms bother you at all little one? Do the storms keep you hiding waiting for the sun? I see the light is there in the weather so destructive Are clouds to you renewal or counter productive? I take it we differ in thought and song Though I can no longer say yours is wrong But I take from you a lesson - a lovely subtraction In the happiness to be found in simple satisfaction
Into a garden, Jessie wandered, wanting to get away. Finding the glorious site, leaving all her dismay, Warmed by the broad spectrum of light behind, Captured within nature's beauty, she did find. Crisp clear pool, where reflections, are beheld true. At first, not believing her eyes, though it was a clue, Angelic wings, adorned her shoulders, in silent glory. Upon that glance, Jessie remembered, an old story. Of a maiden, that was forlorn, walking without will, Stumbling upon a true paradise, with waters so still, This gave her a glance, of her future, as it is foretold. That upon what she saw, would be gained, without gold. Amidst the flowers and greenery, that surrounded the space. Angel guide of her deliverance, together, they would travel in grace. Written by Cecil Hickman Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ Contest Name Reflection
Sweet flower tree whispers hello Walking past she interrupted... Glorifying wings of spring on her branches Marveling her purple paper star shower Inhaling her peaceful unlocked power My spirit has lifted.... "Hello, I whisper back, "Thanks for interrupting!" ^(How a tree made me feel today)
The beat of Mother Nature's heart is in a rhythmical pattern, Echoing around the forest through the song of birds. My hair sways with the gentle breeze, And the glistening sun shines down upon me, The screams of joy and happiness carry on through the field, until it reaches me. And I find that life isn't always about the sufferings of humanity But it can be about simple things; the adrenaline that courses through a small child as they run through the grass And when you look at trees, you think of their age and what they've seen. The knowledge that they must have is formidable, Yet it's comforting to know that something so silent, holds a thousand secrets. Each leaf tells a story, and dies in the seasons. For new children come with their tales to be made And the birds that surround the branches sing in harmony with Mother Nature. It's here, in this moment, that I realise there is no God. Mother Nature is purely a personification of a child's innocence. For we, humanity, are our own God. And our holiness surrounds us, in every breath we take. In every thought, and every image we capture. A secret, to be told.
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We have hot oil in China, Rising slowly from the ground There is a deep dense fog hovering round The air is smokey, so dense it seems green The sun so hot it's making everyone lean Curfews so early all think it's obscene And the hot oil keeps rising, if you know what I mean Hot oil keeps rising, it doesn't go down It's been well over a month since it covered the ground Machinery moves carelessly all through the night I bothers us so much we boarded up the windows tight I bought ear plugs but I gave them to my brother Mike Bells keep bleeping on and off go the lights So another pair of ear plugs I bought School won't let me wear them, saying I'll rot So I decided to grow my hair long Hide my ear plugs under it all day long But when I go home at night And I cover up really tight And I pray because theres nothing else we can do Oh hear me Lord, don't let my mother find the ear plugs in my shoe
At the top of this mountain My heart pounding Aware of all i possess Once upon a time in vacancy land, I close this book, It's last words read, The power, I watch as the waves spread Layering over the crowd Suffocating us all within unity The ground shakes As i lye here Ants colonizing over the surface of my flesh Dependent opon the vibrations of my skin Sand sinking further in my back Golden braids blend with the light The grass reveals orange Illuminiscent beauty, A land once vacant, Now taken over by the power of sound The waves descend, Ascending farther past this plain Clouds breathing Whispering echoes heard from this surface Over and over, Once again, We are counting on this feel We are losing the hours into the night The full moon beams patterns Never seen before, Only to be cherished for this night This moment in reality, A body of vibrations With ties so loosely, Woven in and out of structures Between the buried and me, We remain threads of certainty, In this moment, Dependent on one another, Through the body of the greater The body of the ocean, Counting on us to voice peaceful serenity To accomodate the loss some of us have never found I watch as stars fall on my face Burning my mind, for all that i once knew before Rising to greet the occassion, The waves pick me up and guide me through the music
When I was young, I had no desire to grow roots. Home happened where ever I kicked off my boots. Now that I have traveled many lands, I wish only to go back home. To feel it, to see it, to hold it in my hands. I wish no longer to roam. Youth tends to be arrogant and blind. Not knowing what I had, for home was mine. Now it is the place for which I yearn. The place from which I came, and wish to return. The passing of time can have a strange effect on the heart. After many wasted years, one wants to be back where we start. Funny how being away for so long can change a soul. Just as equally strange how coming home can make one whole. This is where I will always belong, For this is where my soul is at ease and my heart beats strong. Sarah Comstock 5/20/00
My lake Joondalup. Lake Joondalup There's a place I like to be So filled with every kind of tree And birds of every shape I see Where roos, they come right up to you And the Parrots act so tame I love that lake in Joondalup I've always felt the same. Oh, you should hear the volume Of the screeches, song and chatter The noise it nearly deafens one Till nothing really matters It all becomes a part of you As it seeps into your soul That bird din mesmerizes me And makes me feel so whole. One can sit there by the water's edge In an alcove all alone There's little benches everywhere I sit here on my own Watching all the wading birds The Storks, the Ducks the swans The Ibis and the White egrets And on, and on, and on. Lake Joondalup It's an addiction to my soul When there, I am a happy man It's a fifty minute stroll From my house, and It's worth it too' It's a peaceful little place Whenever I sit here by this lake A smile lights up my face.
The sun beats upon my face in a comforting melody breeze blowing softly open your eyes and see! a beautiful leaf budding growing on that tree touch the petal of a flower soft and gently see the mama bird taking care of her young slow down take a look around Now stick out your tongue do a cartwheel in the yard scream into the air no ones paying attention now do it they dont care smile just one big one please? take a deep breath love like theres no tomorrow theres worse things like death God gave us these gifts nature family babies and friends could only have one more night until our life will end so forgive and love these gifts for tomorrow they could be gone cherish the precious time we get before its time to move on
her rose is in the snow as it minqled with a wintery glow she was forever chanqed but the rose still must find a forever the petal's redness becomes restless in a dream of rosy red streams the calm waters chanqed pace as if soft thunders sanq dyinq llyabyes she is forever chanqed but the rose raced to catch a rain and still must find forever, such a pain findinq forever is like a rose refusinq to taste rotten on the tip of her tonque or like a period keepinq someone's prose from makinq a run a rose has saved lives-one soft red rose petal at a time siblime, she said sublime was the rose that saved her life-twice a rose who traced its stems to a heart makinq all her dimminq days dark only to embrace the sun's face a rose saved her life aqain of course only in this bone chillinq wind oh yes, winter it was, she said all darinq to write became someone else's star let a rose be where ever you are . . . a poem lies still in the rose qarden of wintertime.
The lamp light illuminates My messy bedroom And brings me joy to my heart The lamp light turns off quickly The mellow midnight Has revealed its pure beauty The door opens and welcomes The priceless sunrise And inspires me to write poems The morning greets me again The lovely stars dim I miss the midnight wonders!
In the beginning of plight, We venture off and take action Beyond the mysteries of the day and night We search diligently for safety and direction The aftermath of our flight Brought us good luck and success If we look forward...we'll eventually find light We must get out of this cave... Or we'll be stomped on by distress You're our journey's end Where is the escape route? Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend With God's help, we'll find a way out... No doubt
Why did I have to grow? Just reminiscing about my life, Thinking back when as a child. Out walking with my family, Watching badgers in the wild. Picking berries for my mother, Hazelnuts from the trees. The sight of the lonesome butterfly, The sound of the bumble-bees. Seeing lizards basking in the sun, Sighting fox cubs down a hole. Gathering fists of lush green grass, Feeding a horse and foal. Running through fields of buttercups, Wading in the stream. Dad would take me fishing, "Was this just a childhood dream?" Oh no! I know what my eyes did see, Tracking footprints through the snow. Making dens and having fun, Why did I have to grow?
Twenty four viscous chimes We moved irrationally quick Like nymphs through the woods Fruit bats from branches We swung The leaves spread around us Translucent Like green glass wings The cuckoos strained their necks To catch sight of us Cheated, they clung to the hands Which moved around regardless Above us, umbrellas of bronze and green and silver trapped us perfectly in Eden And on the ground diamonds Of sunlight Scattered Across the folds and creases Of red You lay me down And love did not wait for time For time did not love it Love did not grow Sprouting through the mud A fragile young thing love did not trickle meekly Through the stream which ran Along side our eager bodies It erupted through our souls Knotting and un-knotting Like an angry ocean You and I proudly astride A rebel wave Making its way back to shore And the cuckoos looked on Astounded.
I dreamt of little daisies that yestereve I'd spied, All bathed in paling sunlight, dewy and honey-eyed. A silken soft reflection of the dawning moon they wore As stars their silent love into their hearts did bore. And as I leaned towards one to breathe its beauty in, I heard a silent whisper from somewhere deep within. A deep enchanting treasure, a picture of seven hues, When the withering rays formed a spectrum With a drop of water blue. As the last of violet vanished And the petals bent down to sleep As the moon took over the night sky and smiled At the little daisies, in their slumber so deep With such reflection of happiness, I awoke to the orange sky And searched for that vanished beauty that with My vision's passing, itself had slowly died.
The Woods 11-29-08 By William L. Moore For William McCracken Milroy In the woods the trees so tall Mourning birds begin to call Waiting for the break of day Scattering seed where it may lay From the little wooden basket Which resembles a tiny casket As far as it may be seen The willowy grass so green The leafy branches may break or bend But in the time it takes to mend Grow roots so straight and true Forever catching all the dew So straight, so true, so strong At which they do belong Keeps us all on our toes So we should always know The trees so full of Dove Cooing of their love Always will return to dust This great earth belongs to us After the end We will begin again Uncle Bill This was written When I thought Of the Farm west of Okmulgee, Oklahoma
The birds- the squirrels- Chasing. The plains- the trees- green. Where the woman lays.
As I grow older my memories become more veiled and sometimes lost. But the best are yet to come as I write them down, of that I can't ignore. For my most cherished memories I'll pass down, as the stories continue to stir. Like the wonder I felt as a child… while sailing leaf boats down a creek. Where would they end up? Would they find they'd sailed to foreign lands? Or would they be defeated by the storms as they came rolling in? Later I was awed by the thought that my future hubby would even talk to me. We were so very bashful; that we were lucky, that we even came to be. The trick was we were first friends…then, willing to hold together in the winds. We became like one little leaf boat fighting together against the storms, again. Then we became parents trying to raise our children with wonder in their eyes. So we started by finding a creek where their leaf boats would be near, to find. Eventually grown, they finally left us, so I sent them poems about those little boats. Perhaps to help remind them: to start new memories for their brood, coming close. Maybe even to remind them that life could still bring them wonders, too, once more. Eventually, we will all sail away in one way or another, to distant shores. I hope my poems will lead them, to where those wonders can still be found… They will be able to find them by a creek with leaf boats floating around. I hope it will bring them memories; again, of the days we held them so close. And had read to them the stories… I had written for those, I love the most.
So sweetly the faint smell appears, natures' perfume, her sweet aromatic embrace. So moist is the air, that brushes my cheeks, like natures' caressing lips. In all the world, The winds turn cold, As the nights get longer, And the green leaves turn gold, Nothing is more peaceful, Than seeing the scene that nature molds, It seems just for me, But i shouldn't be so bold, Everything time touches, Eventually turns from young to old.
A million kisses To the Moon A thousand toasts Of Summer wine A hundred hugs To May and June And as many pats (as you'll allow me) Upon your fine behind
Introduction: Some days you feel alive, some days you don't...it's the elegance of life which many face in the days of existence. Through our own fray whatever it may be, we look out for a brand new way towards the light. We wander, more or less as a rabbit looking for its new home; crawling in and out within this baffled world to find serenity - To find a brand new day filled with everlasting aurora of peace and contentment. Sometimes the sky is blue, sometimes it looks so white Sometimes the truth hurts too, sometimes it's blinding bright Sometimes this life feels short, sometimes it seems so long Sometimes we go abroad, and at times we feel belonged Sometimes we want to heal, sometimes we just let go Sometimes we feel so real, sometimes we feel hollow Sometimes we don't forgive, sometimes we don't forget Sometimes we feel captive, and at times we do regret Sometimes we sure wonder and pray to leave things back Sometimes we surrender and we get back in track Sometimes we learn to deem the truth from the lies Sometimes we feel the change and start a whole new life One day we see one light that brings in so much hope It shows one true love, in a whole new view That day may be today, reading this here and now These words aren't just to rhyme, but to put a vivid smile A smile which won't leave off today As we all know it's a brand new day.
It's the desire to do better with a fresh lead and with success on mind, not thinking of failure: I find that doorway to escape and dream, but remaining anonymous is no adventure. Without impromptu or consciousness, I wake up to a sunrise which coruscates... becoming brighter by blinding my sight, then I become beauty-incarnate and sigh. Laying down with the head up on the fresh grass, I accept another challenge to pursue life and fate... not seeking a gloomy, clandestine place to face ignoble fear in a cosmos which was created to elate. Follow me and experience what makes me wake up and be as happy as a cuckoo, touch the fragile corolla of daisies and inhale their aroma as dreamers tend to do, and looking straight up, observe the awesome Universe so vast, beautiful and blue... won't you take another challenge to pursue life and fate without clashing with a clue?
Sun – at first dusk leaving footsteps to follow After a smooth, relentless retreat Mystical breeze, dancing gracefully – leaf to leaf Upon the arms of every tree Exquisite sounds of the night harmonizing The sacred songs and sensual secrets of paradise Beautiful swans circling and singing erotic Melodies --- throughout exotic flight Moonlight glistened in sanctity from its reflection In the agitated but subdued creek Scents of blooming and blossomed flowers Bombarded the night air with delectable sweets
Co-incidence (n 1 a chance occurence of simultaneous or apparently connected events) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Up, down.. left and right, It's all around us, like the day and the night, Too big to miss, but it's beyond our sight, It's there.. and it isn't. Nearly is.. but not quite! You people are ALL right.. so I'll try to be polite, You can't fight the feeling.. 'cause you haven't got the might, Can you handle the truth? Get a grip and hold tight, 'Cause it will set you free! Blow your mind like dynamite! In the beginning.. I'm sure you know too, This World was created, it's all been thought through, Evolving on que, under skies made so blue, Plant's came before us, just so they could give to you. Sorry, I'm repeating what you already knew, But how did these plants know to sow the seeds that grew? So they slid through our bellies, waiting in our fertile poo? Symbiosis with the Planet.. does this all sound true? What about us? Why are we here? Why all the questions? It is obviously clear! It all makes sense, so there's no need to fear, Don't confuse the matter, because it's simple my dear! We have got ears.. so that we can hear, But why give us a brain? Because year after year, We just dig a deeper ditch.. and then flood it with tears, When the end draws near, will you hear any cheers? I want a big applause, when I finish this race, If I finish first.. I won't say "In your Face!" Try to look good, don't end it in disgrace, Or even take it slow, and set a nice steady pace. Never give up! Learn to lead a merry chase, Up the garden path, throughout time and space, And just in case, we end up lost in this place, The case will be closed and we'll be gone, without a trace.
I wanna be the dog, I don't bark I just bite, I am the sin of delight, I am the loser that fights. I wanna be the bird, flying over the dead, dropping crap like raindrops pouring down on your head. I wanna be the bee, the bee that stings, I am the smallest of parts, I am the whole of all things. I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird. I wanna be the dirt, the filth of the earth, the leaves of grass, let me know what I'm worth. I wanna be the stench, of the rotting flesh, I am annointed, I'm chosen, I shall bless and possess. I wanna be the rule, you would die to abide, I am the the dark, the impulse, the places you hide. I wanna be the present, that lives in the past, I am living to learn, I am living to fast. I wanna be.
Show I not scrapers of skies, but majestic Snow-capped mountains in alpine glow. Show I not individuals of plastic; But verdure and sylvan where songbirds show.
Spring Flowers The flowers of the springtime, The tulips shining, so The lilies and the lilacs, All put on quite a show. They are the joy of springtime. Their lovely blossoms beam. In flower beds and gardens They make a lovely scene. In fields, in the warmer weather, They're such a sight to see. In this expensive world of ours The best things still are free! Thomas J. Rauens
The boy scans the horizon looking into his soul And the beauty of the waves as they roll Sun sits just above the lowest cloud in the distance Today there is no resistance Breaking into a run for Neptune's playground The beat against his board a familiar sound Smiling to himself for the freedom he knows here A break he sees the next one is clear A few strokes and he stands guiding his board Through the enchanting spray and the roar A dolphin joins him on the wave their fun evident A blessing of conjoining spirits now spent A swell surges from the kiss of the tempest wind Enraging the boys inner sin Take hold of the reins Neptune he shouts Again he braces for the watery bouts The beach clears of visitors he makes his stand Today I am no longer boy, but man The companion sees his courage and swims near Drowning is his inner fear The crest of his wave broke only to rise again Awaking the instincts within He swims in front of his beast and stands proud Turning his waist smartly to ride it out He slips under the ripcurl entering the tunnel A roar inside hint at disgruntled The water closes in to seal him in A chance to break him his back to end Not quick enough he thinks to himself As he races back to the beach in health