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What my wanderer soul is searching for
Never to realize the Maestro's slather core

Flights of morning ascend
Perhaps coming to pit end
Song of cricket's auger dark's bend
Sketchpad filled with rainbow
Colors hugging in a row
Twinkling Eyes (stars) too gather...up & above
Aqua-nimals hide deep to Letup!

It's only when i consent
He rejoices my self-content
Revealing his rarest artisanship
Just to gratify our friendship

Till the time i become numb and awed
Keep walking the never ending road !!

The poem is a drop of water,
he gives the desert the idea of the flower.

Down in the wood there is a stream, just larger than a
brook. That seems to hold all my answers, as it
travels to river. I can hear it as I sleep.

Knowing that this is my place, knowing that this is my
peace.

Always giving me clues, so I myself here again,
at this stream, larger than a brook. Conversing with
God who knows;

That this is my place, that this is my peace.

As I watch a pastel colored maple leaf, follow it's
path to river. Never being taken under, yet coming so
close. I can smell Gods breath here;

This is my place, this is my peace.

No man has ever been here, but God and me. This cold
morning, where I can see his whisper. Saying to me;

Is my place, is my peace.

I have never taken anyone, this secret place of mine.
Hidden past the rock by the pine, where cold morning
frost intertwines. But this morning I find you at;

My place, my peace.

Evolution has made us Civilized
But we still hold-on to 'Raw'
Tribal signs become rage as 'Tattoo'
Fur and Dead Skins throb 'High streets'
'Mother of Pearl' used in watches
'Feather' in Hats adorn the Derby
'Naked Bathing Pools' common in some land
'PETA' activists pose bare to save
'Angry Birds' is kids fave game
Though we grow grain and veggie,
Still kill 'Life' many
Men keep beard to look crude
Women like 'Florals' on dresses
Skydive, paraglide to feel like 'Birds'
Facepacks n lotion made of Fruits
Pullovers warmest knitted with Lamb wool
People prefer 'Naturopathy' for treating ill
Let's pledge to 'Respect Mother Nature'
Love one another, let's care n share
That's the way to stay 'Naturale'....

A single snowflake drifts to the ground
As a Robin sings her melody
She wraps her feathered arms around
Her fledglings nesting in a tree

A rabbit sees the tiny flake
As she forages with her brood
Soon it will be time to hibernate
And no time to search for food

The geese prepare their goslings
For the long flight heading south
A mama gander counts her chicks
With grass hanging from her mouth

The bears play with their cubs
On their last day outside
With bellies filled and fur well thickened
Into their cave they stride

Yes winter is surely almost here
The cold wind has started blowing
Make sure you prepare as animals do
For soon it will be snowing.

~ANONI~

Are men from Mars?
It must be true
Just like the planet
everything she needs from him
is below the surface
The thinnest air and
pressure so low
she can barely catch her breath
when he is near
His freezing Martian temperament,
a cold that shields him
in back-alley battles
from broken things,
can only be warmed
by her hot Venusian passion
The flame in her eyes
melts ice caps in this place
His heart is there
Waiting

Women are from Venus?
This orb so similar to the
one with which you
are familiar
Yet, vastly different
in ways that
explain
why you often
feel smothered
By-product breath
three thousand feet
underwater
leaves you
drowning
by design
Women must be from Venus
Morning or evening stars all
the same
these volcanic emotions
lava-hot
fuel the passion
-flames in her eyes-
that say you are wanted
with a look, smile
a touch only for you
You see yourself
in her clouds
the first mirrors for so many
past
now
tomorrow

On a cold, windy Autumn day
Stared fallen Maple leaves
Witnessed a golden ray
Disguised in old clay;
Heat of the chills
Brought arousing thrills
Sparking dimmed ashes
Never burnt as if;
Far i see some Life
Fire in belly still survive
For the love of thrust
Simmers and die;
Gone are fuel bearers
We again must unite
Warmth within let ignite
Fight lest we thrive !!

Time's run out I here you shout, he goes so very fast
Before you know what the future holds, whoosh he's gone he's passed
I point..."There's precious time, there he goes, he's just passed us by"
That's time alright I hear you cry, for no man does he wait
You have to give him credit though he's never ever late.

Copyright Peter R Bolton 21-10-2017