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adjhe

Monkey See...Monkey Want

This monkey you
see was hungry.
He squirmed
down the drain
to where he saw
a box of cupcakes
right before him
with no one around.
He grabbed the box
and went up the
drain to the roof
to see what dinner
laid before thee.
He unwrapped them
1, 2, 3 he was
very happy.
He had gotten
something sweet
to eat for today
and maybe enough
for tomorrow too
for he knew he
would be hungry.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
I saw a monkey go down a drain grab a box of cupcakes, go to the roof to open each one and eat them.
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Yankee4you

Mysteries of the Earth

Do you know that shade of red
Existed in any collage of colors
Pastels of fragrance flowers
Never really seem grey and red
Next to an ol' red squirrel
Busting through some autumn leaves
Busy in his own thoughts
Less weary than before
As the seasons change
His life for evermore
What has always been
Season by season begins
With greatness and birth
Why this season ever ends
Mysteries of the Earth
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Posted: Sep 2017
About this poem:
Abstract of life.
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freehand

secrets

A secret is only as good as
The paper it's written on
After being burned
Flakes of gray float into the sky
Memories
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Posted: Sep 2017
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Yankee4you

Untamed Wisdom

How do you know
What nest to build
Or flight across
Which distant hill
Your arrival with a trill
Survival such a thrill
Lest you face an almost
Certain death by the time
You hear its piercing shrill
But come you do.....
With greatest pleasure
Every spring in colored prime
Singing loudly and boldly
Announcing for good measure
Same songs in chirping rhyme
Fearful not even changing clime
As boundless as any treasure
Is an untamed wisdom
Wild... and old as time


(c) Yankee4you 2015
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
Spring arrivals of waves and waves of returning songbirds across the northern New England countryside.
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Yankee4you

The Welcomed Migrant

Searching the trees
Following
That once familiar call
Still hiding alone
Waiting for warmth
Scanning
The distance perched
Higher overhead
A feathered friend
Cold wind ruffles
Waving long lashes
And urgent cries
Conserving energy
Watchful
Short long swoops
Between branches
Waiting for the warmth
Promising
Each breath of spring
When you sing
Stepping closer
Welcoming
You to come nearer
Nestle up next to me
Sharing our perch
Building
Straw by straw
The nest is our futures
Where are you now
Alone
Finding your way
Still coming together
Follow my song
Welcome
You back again and again
My Lover ! My friend !
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Posted: Mar 2016
About this poem:
Nature's only border is survival.
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Yankee4you

A Harvest Moonrise

Grass not the same shade of green
Is duller now and lost it's sheen
Less tender leaves they rattle
Like old parchment becomes brittle
Apples ripen above hungry bees
Anxiously buzzing under trees
Crickets chirping keeping time
Ancient rythmic seasons' chime
Youthful deer crossing clover fields
More bolder than an old doe shields
Birds lifting together rise
And settle back to each surprise
A sunset paints some golden skies
Stage is set...for a harvest moonrise
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
The sights and sounds of late summer.....
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Ummka

The WOMAN - Autumn.

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At a meeting I was asked
Your name not spring,
There can be a summer?.
The name autumn on hair.
Have you taken offense, tell?
I with a smile have answered:
Why mysterious questions.
It is known that the woman of autumn
As wine, is only more sweet,
And for years is more stronger!
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Posted: Sep 2017
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Ummka

Autumn

Is in fall initial
Short, but marvelous time —
The whole day costs kind of crystal,
Also evenings are radiant...

Where the vigorous sickle walked and the ear fell,
Now everything is empty — a scope everywhere —
Only webs fine hair
Shines on an idle furrow.

Air becomes empty, birds it isn't heard Bol,
But it is far to the first winter storms —
Also the clean and warm azure flows
On the having a rest field...
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Posted: Aug 2017
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sophiasummer

The Foot Path

My toes touched the sand
beauty
softness
barefeet

I saw footprints

many

I placed my foot in many
some big some small

some steering there some steering over yond

what footprint was I following?
what
was on their mind?

I don't know

but I walked concaved into a
footprint
I wondered who would
walk in mine
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
A private time
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socrates44online today!

Nature Portraits 1 - Waterfall, Thunderstorm

The thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall
cascading down in huge torrents of liquid fury
smashing into the water below
creating mists of water droplets
that transform the sunlight into a rainbow

The awesome power of a thunderstorm at night
with jagged bolts of lightning
that split the darkness
and light up the surroundings
with blinding dazzling intensity
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Posted: Sep 2013
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