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online now!Mannequin Who Loves
She stood so statuesque with gazing eyes
Wearing all the latest fashions with grace
Where hidden in a smile could not disguise
Any meaning from her suggestive face
Mona Lisa eye lashes in fashion
Skin white as finest alabaster clay
Hair changing colors as leaves in season
Her style was always the style for the day
Perked and prized inside of her gilded cage
Passerby fancied her perfecting shapes
Rivaling as best ancient goddess stage
Piety once dressed in immortal drapes
The street lights reflecting her long white gloves
Ideal is... is the mannequin who loves
Wearing all the latest fashions with grace
Where hidden in a smile could not disguise
Any meaning from her suggestive face
Mona Lisa eye lashes in fashion
Skin white as finest alabaster clay
Hair changing colors as leaves in season
Her style was always the style for the day
Perked and prized inside of her gilded cage
Passerby fancied her perfecting shapes
Rivaling as best ancient goddess stage
Piety once dressed in immortal drapes
The street lights reflecting her long white gloves
Ideal is... is the mannequin who loves
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Commenting on a rather bizarre fascination with model-like mannequins on display in a local shop always dressed in the latest fashion while walking along Main Street at night behind her tall pane of glass....so just just kinda going with it......pure poetry needs really no reason ay all....just rhymes sometimes....right...??
Ma'at
She laid awaiting anticipating
Lashes touching cheek bone,chest laying still
Time was near judge, jury, executioner
Humanity calling with their free will
The lust for money greed that drove mans needs
No longer one for all now all for one
Bloodshed hatred they knew not what they freed
Lines now drawn and their God was soon removed
Ma'at rose and turned to face her father
Tears streaming down cheeks once where lashes touched
Taken was all they had put before right
Gone were worldly possessions and such
No one questioned the fire that spread through out
Balance restored Ma'at reigned no doubt
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Lashes touching cheek bone,chest laying still
Time was near judge, jury, executioner
Humanity calling with their free will
The lust for money greed that drove mans needs
No longer one for all now all for one
Bloodshed hatred they knew not what they freed
Lines now drawn and their God was soon removed
Ma'at rose and turned to face her father
Tears streaming down cheeks once where lashes touched
Taken was all they had put before right
Gone were worldly possessions and such
No one questioned the fire that spread through out
Balance restored Ma'at reigned no doubt
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Have you ever thought about what it would take to restore life's balance? To fix it where humanity was one with life? Instead of people out there hustling around trying to event this and that to make things better as they see it they would be just enjoying the world as one of natures miracles? To not have anyone better than the other? Richer than the other? The right color? The right size? Just simply allowed to be? To roam the earth to eat the fruits off the trees? Without getting a shot gun shoved in your face and told to get off my property. Because there would no longer be your property or mine. I cannot help but wonder when did we decide we could take property and call it ours? Was this the beginning of the end?online now!Castaway on the Moon
Blackbirds in flight over a restless sea
Cloudy days casting dark feelings appall
Tossed high like driftwood beyond foaming scree
Sadness shadows my door once and for all
Casting no hope deep in a storm's cold eye
No warmth is found in a coat so shoddy
Lady luck laughs with each roll of the die
Spins her web up and over my body
Never tasted such fear entombed within
Confined inside space so soft and silky
Where darkness increases every spin
In a galaxy defined as milky
A time capsule not to open too soon
Might as well be castaway on the moon
Cloudy days casting dark feelings appall
Tossed high like driftwood beyond foaming scree
Sadness shadows my door once and for all
Casting no hope deep in a storm's cold eye
No warmth is found in a coat so shoddy
Lady luck laughs with each roll of the die
Spins her web up and over my body
Never tasted such fear entombed within
Confined inside space so soft and silky
Where darkness increases every spin
In a galaxy defined as milky
A time capsule not to open too soon
Might as well be castaway on the moon
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
A sober sonnet reflecting my lonely mood on a wet, cold drizzly day feels as if being trapped inside of a spider's coccoon (wrapped by clouds)....for who knows how long ....weird thought ...I know...online now!Wisdom In The Woods
Dozen old maple trees equally spaced
Seemingly planted down a lost dirt road
Perhaps on edge of forgotten field traced
No longer any memories bestowed
I imagine once stood an old farmhouse
Just a pile of jagged and broken stone
In a rusted pail now home for a mouse
Secrets ‘neath a canopy overgrown
May a forest reclaim old settled lands
No boundaries left mark once was surveyed
Gone too is the presence of working hands
Be still listen to warblers serenade
Mysteries over years as time marches on
A long row of old maples I now gaze upon
Seemingly planted down a lost dirt road
Perhaps on edge of forgotten field traced
No longer any memories bestowed
I imagine once stood an old farmhouse
Just a pile of jagged and broken stone
In a rusted pail now home for a mouse
Secrets ‘neath a canopy overgrown
May a forest reclaim old settled lands
No boundaries left mark once was surveyed
Gone too is the presence of working hands
Be still listen to warblers serenade
Mysteries over years as time marches on
A long row of old maples I now gaze upon
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
A walk in the autumn woods begs for explanations when such things are found as a row of brilliant maples in foliage and many little clues left behind.online now!Reflections in Nature
With sadness looking around each corner
Blurry eyes still searching for some lost hope
Betrayed by death will become its mourner
Always wondering how we'll ever cope
Floating in a small stream the ducks will graze
Moving slowing around each bending reed
Drifting down the shoreline shifting our gaze
Silently watching lonely hunger feed
Lost in confines of this most peaceful place
Reflections filled in nature's paradise
Each tender stalk ripples in state of grace
Refreshing thoughts in a clear pool advise
Nature's peace given on these restless days
Abundantly found in sun's setting rays
Blurry eyes still searching for some lost hope
Betrayed by death will become its mourner
Always wondering how we'll ever cope
Floating in a small stream the ducks will graze
Moving slowing around each bending reed
Drifting down the shoreline shifting our gaze
Silently watching lonely hunger feed
Lost in confines of this most peaceful place
Reflections filled in nature's paradise
Each tender stalk ripples in state of grace
Refreshing thoughts in a clear pool advise
Nature's peace given on these restless days
Abundantly found in sun's setting rays
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
Sometimes only the quiet solitide of a walk in nature will heal a troubled mind.online now!Eyes So Icy Blue
Time spreads apart many crests of a wave
Flow in cadence falling on sandy shores
Wash away any trace our souls to save
Even our footprints vanish mine and yours
Eyes shine like liquid stars so icy blue
Blind almost so pale in color make ghosts
Bumps up against darkness' glittering hue
Where deep green sea meet at the coasts
Forever drowned in a dream when each breath
A stench of decay mists into my breast
That what leaves behind after cheating death
Through rocky portals swirl a life compressed
A dank stormy night face a mighty sea
When gulls are crying and laughing at me
Flow in cadence falling on sandy shores
Wash away any trace our souls to save
Even our footprints vanish mine and yours
Eyes shine like liquid stars so icy blue
Blind almost so pale in color make ghosts
Bumps up against darkness' glittering hue
Where deep green sea meet at the coasts
Forever drowned in a dream when each breath
A stench of decay mists into my breast
That what leaves behind after cheating death
Through rocky portals swirl a life compressed
A dank stormy night face a mighty sea
When gulls are crying and laughing at me
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
A sinking feeling to describe the smell of death washing up upon a stormy shore as it conjures up fleeting images of time and mortality for 'who knows who we really are' when our whole life is only like footprints found in the sand...... here today and gone tomorrow......online now!Under Your Spell
Casual as drifting stars spark at night
Many thoughts for us floating over time
Hoping at long last for love to ignite
Ever guiding light towards a goal I climb
Lost now how many days will pass us by
When neither one of us dare take a chance
Waiting for more lonesome tears to drip dry
Will wash away the meaning of romance
Sadly even stary nights grow longer
Offer gladness yet we still feel glummer
What could make my dreams for you feel stronger
Cast in doubt a shadow moon midsummer
Please parden me this most serious blunder
It must only be your spell I'm under
Many thoughts for us floating over time
Hoping at long last for love to ignite
Ever guiding light towards a goal I climb
Lost now how many days will pass us by
When neither one of us dare take a chance
Waiting for more lonesome tears to drip dry
Will wash away the meaning of romance
Sadly even stary nights grow longer
Offer gladness yet we still feel glummer
What could make my dreams for you feel stronger
Cast in doubt a shadow moon midsummer
Please parden me this most serious blunder
It must only be your spell I'm under
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
Many thoughts staring out my window my mind drifting away to another time when a late summer night blossoms thoughts still wonderimg what might become of love and life.online now!Some Soft Rain
A soft mood dampens hanging branches with rain
Grey billowy storm clouds bump against sky
Dripping off eaves wetting dark barn boards stain
Like artists' pallet fill a weather eye
Long may your soft drips make me feel lonely
Tearful drops running down my window pane
Look out from blurry eyes will clear only
Even to fix my poor visceral brain
Often needed quiet moments perplexed
Thinking deeply about how things are swept
Many choices not found in sacred text
A place where no easy answers are kept
Only life and love will wash clean from lust
For if we are just a machine we'd rust
Grey billowy storm clouds bump against sky
Dripping off eaves wetting dark barn boards stain
Like artists' pallet fill a weather eye
Long may your soft drips make me feel lonely
Tearful drops running down my window pane
Look out from blurry eyes will clear only
Even to fix my poor visceral brain
Often needed quiet moments perplexed
Thinking deeply about how things are swept
Many choices not found in sacred text
A place where no easy answers are kept
Only life and love will wash clean from lust
For if we are just a machine we'd rust
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
Deeply reflective of the cleansing spirit of a soaking rain washing our minds and bodies like some rain gutters of the many webs and debris caught up in them that might cling there in a very surreal and refreshing way!!!online now!Odontoceti (Lady Morgana's Challenge)
Hiding low my deep voice in depth of sound
More vocal my watery world than yours
Many miles in distance my presence found
Yet not far from the glimmering Azores
Large at birth swimming a winnowing sea
Transiting as I do from pole to pole
Roams vast a spirit for remaining free
Carefree I go shimmering shoal to shoal
Alive with such hope for life eternal
So much older now and so much wiser
Fills a legend from a sailor's journal
My famous name now flows like a geyser
Relate to Jonah tales of Isreal
Be watchful for spirit of Ishmael
More vocal my watery world than yours
Many miles in distance my presence found
Yet not far from the glimmering Azores
Large at birth swimming a winnowing sea
Transiting as I do from pole to pole
Roams vast a spirit for remaining free
Carefree I go shimmering shoal to shoal
Alive with such hope for life eternal
So much older now and so much wiser
Fills a legend from a sailor's journal
My famous name now flows like a geyser
Relate to Jonah tales of Isreal
Be watchful for spirit of Ishmael
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
A little hint perhaps in the title????
The _ _ _ _ _ _ Sonnet (LadyMorgana's Challenge)
I am the gaudy king of this blue sky
In search of a queen to bear upon my wing.
Pray come along to soar with me up high,
For but to thee my sonnet I shan't sing.
Majestic as the orchid when it blooms,
Exclusive colours complement my dress
Decked out for thee alone in splendid plumes
No lady save thyself designed to impress.
Within my kingdom everyone is guest
Who heeds mine own abode arboreal,
For only thee I welcome in my nest,
As such affairs are territorial.
Though captured when with freedom I must part,
I pine and mourn to die of broken heart.
In search of a queen to bear upon my wing.
Pray come along to soar with me up high,
For but to thee my sonnet I shan't sing.
Majestic as the orchid when it blooms,
Exclusive colours complement my dress
Decked out for thee alone in splendid plumes
No lady save thyself designed to impress.
Within my kingdom everyone is guest
Who heeds mine own abode arboreal,
For only thee I welcome in my nest,
As such affairs are territorial.
Though captured when with freedom I must part,
I pine and mourn to die of broken heart.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
Thanks again to LadyMorgana for the inspiration. The title should be fairly obvious anyway, but I'm still curious to see if it can be guessed from the poem.The animal (or rather species) is not territorial at all except around its own 'home', the reason for which is its tendency to live a monogamous life with one chosen partner. Except for human interference as part of the exotic pet trade, it is a rather robust animal that - more than anything else - can die of a broken heart when held in solitary captivity, especially when removed from a previous partner.
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