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I wonder what she is doing at this hour
my Andean and sweet Rita
of needs and wild cherry trees
Now that this weariness chokes me, and blood dozes off,
like lazy brandy inside me.
I wonder what she is she doing with those hands
that in attitude of penitence
used to iron starchy whiteness,
in the afternoons.
Now that this rain is taking away my desire to go on.

I wonder what has become of her skirt with lace;
of her toils; of her walk;
of her scent of spring sugar cane from that place.

She must be at the door,
gazing at a fast moving cloud.
A wild bird on the tile roof will let out a call;
and shivering she will say at last, "Jesus, it's cold!"

I once had a vision that I was a cork floating in the ocean, rudderless and lost, and cosmically alone,
Then you came into my life, and grounded me, and sweetened me, and wizened me, and comforted me, and took my loneliness away, and kissed my wounds better, and loved me…, and…, well, there’s no end…
For all these, I said to you,
I love you…


Then you hurt me, almost mortally,
Left me feeling naked and scorned,
Tired and destitute and old before my time,
And emptiness clothed me once again, like some dark, cavernous abyss, whose hunger is never satiated,
For that, I truly hated you…,
For that, I now say to you,
I’m sorry…


I exacted my revenge on you, though,
I betrayed you,
I scorned you,
I exhausted you,
I made you old before your time,
A sad, shameful and pyrrhic victory,
For this, I now say to you,
Please forgive me…


Now, you’re gone,
Forever…,
Now, my wounds are much, much better,
Now your aromatic incense can only visit my dreams,
Now, I realize what a wretched hypocrite I was, it was, after all, easy to love you when you were my raison d'être,
When you fed me honey,
But when, in your weakness, you unwittingly buried a scorpion’s sting into my very essence,
I retaliated, like a spoilt, unruly brat, actually more like a venomous viper,
And, I did of course, pay the dear price, oh, I paid…,
Now, I realize, you were my greatest teacher, my greatest love, my best friend, the sweetest melody a wretch like me has ever heard,
For that, and for innumerable other niceties, I want to truly thank you,
Thank you…

BLESSED BE!~
 
Equinox moon, rise in all your glory,
and with your rising, my emotions stir.
Upon your face, there unfolds such stories,
which speak of my ancestors...things that were.
 
Somewhere, there must be a book of knowing,
guarding the silence of forgotten needs.
Time-worn, musty, fragile pages,
embracing ancient secrets, hopes and deeds.
 
The face of the moon speaks of the olds ways;
the wisdom of those found on distant shores.
They who knew the land, the forests and fields.
I see misted lakes and a boatman’s ores.
 
I feel their lifted hearts fiercely dancing,
gathered for Ostara’s celebration.
The returning of the light from winter’s dark;
‘tis a time of hope and expectation.
 
The circle of life in each tiny seed,
stirs in the womb of thawing mother earth.
Comes the loving rains and the blessed sun;
from this sacred union is spring...her birth.
 
I speak to the moon of my ancestors
and my beating heart that calls out to them.
I light my candle to honor what was,
as the wind shares their voices...with me...once again.

Capturing the Moments

Like the lens of a camera, Use your eye
To capture the moments
as the day whizzes by

The sound of laughter of a beloved child
Or a bird singing
The call of the wild

A sunrise, painting the heavens,
ablaze across the sky
A bright orange glow, so beautiful, you sigh

The old lady crossing the street
Tottering unsteady upon her feet
As you stop to help her, she gives a smile so sweet

The sound of a new born baby
Its cries filling the room
To find itself in an unfamiliar place, outside its mothers womb

A butterfly emerging, wings unfurled
awakening from its chrysalis
It enters a brand new world

Your mothers voice, soothing in your ears
and the many times she comforts you
As you passed through those childhood years

A summers day, the harvest moon
The changing seasons
That all pass too soon

A warm embrace, someone holding you tight
The caress of a hand
And a warm kiss goodnight

Moments, magic moments
be them big or small
Open your eyes, see them,
and capture one and all!

















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Amidst the sadness and the strife..
And all of the harsh realites that have become my life..
I've a place that I can go...
To contemplate and rejuvinate my soul
Oh ,Hot rod Larry how you do lift my soul,
reminding me of what it is I already know...
Passionatepoet, well it's been awhile.. but I do wish you'd come back and share your amazing style..
Sophiasummer how you light my way.. with the words of wisdom that you display..
Goodguytoknow, if you only knew... how many sleepless nights your sweet poetry had seen me thru...
And Jeddah12 you are new to me... but your poetry, well it is Heavenly..
and trurorob well I just shake my head...
I can't belive I am lucky enough to read your amazing words.. that linger constantly in my head..
And then that rascall Bentlee..
Who prefers to write in a style all his own,
Sometimes I get it.. but most often I do not,.
But his talent is here so very well known...

Freeatlast you make me think..
Amazing things..here's a glass of wine.. *clink*
And Hedistuff... you're amazing poems.......
sometimes can give me a chill.... It's almost aS if I'm standing there.. With you up on the same hill..

Then of course there is Andrew..
Whose poems are like a book...I suppose..
Oh how many endless nights have I fallen asleep to his amazing prose.

And let us not forget Boyscharme.. although he has momentarily strayed it would seem...
How many times, did his awesome words...
Cradle me in my dreams...

And then there is my Gypsy friend,
who has departed and yet her words still remain..
Her sytle her text, her phenomonal words
always will in my heart reign..

And Pinkpoetress..how you've made me smile..
when everything was grey...
Kudos to you sweetheart.....
For all the times you've made my day...

To Poetengineer, well words cannot express,the way your words
have cleaved to my soul,

And dear Paloma, what a way with words you have, they've made me laugh and sometimes cry,.but always a pleasure it is to read from you, sometimes I welcome a good cry.

And to all the rest here in the corner...
Who through your written word have made me smile..
I'm sorry if I did not include your name..
But keep posting what you do here....
You rock!Cheers to all of our beautiful poets here,
Who make our corner, so lovely and worthwhile!

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Sullen leaves fall steadily
Whispering good-bye
As though in a trance...
They seem to know,
The time has come to die.
Wafting drearily,
And weightlessly,
Across a crimson sky...
Even strong old Mr. Willow,
Seems to hang his head and cry.
Cotton candy clouds, seem to wave,
And then to frown...
As summer reluctantly relinqueshes
Her sunny vibrant crown.
The scent of mothballs overpowers me
As I wipe away a single tear,
My heart is heavy even as I sigh,
Till we meet again next year.

My soul seeks its final destination
Is ataraxia so far beyond my vision?
This journey has taken me so long
Psiturism, I sit and await your song
I look upon the clouds of Nacreous pearl
Is my destiny so linked to Cosmogyral?
Do the storms of nature rule my future?
Aeolian! Aeolian!
Let your soothing breath sooth my suture

How long can I live in reminiscence
Am I not to find that eternal bliss?
I know I have scorned to be reverent
But are not my passions so less fervent
Yet the tenuous threads that bind my sin
Seem to me to remain ever gossamer thin

Up here in northern Appalachia Mountains
Us country folk live life to our own tempo
every morning in spring when dew’s a’glistenin’
You can hear old timers talk their native lingo
You need pay attention to anybody be listenin’
When a buzzing by the apples blossoms in the hollow
Sends the whole town scurrying and out in a smidgin
The excitement picks up like a flight of swallows
Cause it’s time for townsfolk to head to the motion
Of many large buzzing bees to find and follow
With old canning jars position over the commotion
And capture thousands at a time in flowered meadows
And back to the kitchen to prepare a strong potion
Loaded with sweet nectar to make what nature bestows
Into that sweet and delicious…. "Bumblebee Wine"

NASA Space Shuttle 1981 - 2011

To continue in our quest into space
A new fleet of aircraft, to take the place
Of the Apollo spacecraft, old and worn
So a new type of craft was so welcomingly born!

Wings like an aero plane, but so much more
Flying to heights like no aircraft before!
Rockets to carry her above the earth’s sphere
Once disengaged, she was alone, that’s clear

7 men aboard her on a most historical flight
April 12 1981, must have been an amazing night
Cleared for lift-off the rockets boomed
Columbia in all of her glory, on the landscape loomed!

Her mission pure and simple
To put the systems to the test
To orbit the earth and safely return
Was all that could be hoped for, at best!

Triumphantly she won the day, an amazing feat indeed
As she re entered the earth’s atmosphere, at unprecedented speed
Gracefully she approached the runway, John Young and his team
As the elated Commander of this flight, completed an impossible dream!

Other shuttles followed, to join this amazing fleet
Of reusable winged spacecraft, an aircraft hard to beat
Challenger was lost to us, in the quest for outer space
Endeavour was built to stoically take her place

The missions they have carried out, have enabled us to explore
With the placing of the Hubble Telescope
Beaming back pictures down to earth
That we could have never seen before!

To build an international space station, so very near its completion
In July 2011, we will see the Shuttle deletion!
With just flight remaining the fleet will enter history!
We wonder what will follow them, what sort of craft it will be!

To all of the crews who have flown with them
We admire their courage and vision
To the crew of the Atlantis flight
We wish you a safe, successful, final mission!!


Elizabeth Ostafijczuk

A thousand steps
Walking a crooked fence
Am I the only one to say?
This is my miserable penance
A million smiles
Crushed beneath my feet
Yet this crooked fence
Meanders for miles and miles
Can this be the future?
I saw so much in dreams
Where every single face
Shouts to me a million screams
Did I not conquer?
All of known mankind
Yet the crooked fence
Still conquers my mind
I took the boundaries
Far beyond Macedon
Yet a thousand steps
Was never enough Kingdom
For every single man
Would build his own crooked fence
And a thousand steps
Can never cover destiny

If I could have conquered the heavens
Within a thousand steps
And bound all of the stars
Within a crooked fence
Then would I truly have been King
But walking a thousand steps
Along a crooked fence
Would be a million screams too far
For me to face my destiny