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My Little Leaf
You who were once so colorful and crisp
Now laying soft and limp brown with decay
Once in the gentle start of spring would wisp
A new growth bursting forth in green array
How much I watched you grow in each season
Collect from a bright sun much energy
Making me think of life with more reason
We were the center of such synergy
Now that darker skies fill with grey coldness
Whispers in the wind the winter coming
Left with yet another year of oldness
Face a hundred days of frostful numbing
Good bye my dearest friend my little leaf
You brought to me much joy in time so brief
Now laying soft and limp brown with decay
Once in the gentle start of spring would wisp
A new growth bursting forth in green array
How much I watched you grow in each season
Collect from a bright sun much energy
Making me think of life with more reason
We were the center of such synergy
Now that darker skies fill with grey coldness
Whispers in the wind the winter coming
Left with yet another year of oldness
Face a hundred days of frostful numbing
Good bye my dearest friend my little leaf
You brought to me much joy in time so brief
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
This sonnet pays tribute to each and every leaf I have ever shared my life with.Forever Lost
The sky a darkly growing mass of gray
"Tween streaks of setting sun make a moon rise
Feeling lost of stars aid me in my way
Lacking proof my naked eyes would devise
Forever lost of light my thoughts concealed
Cross never stood over a potter's field
Out of sight hiding all my faults congealed
Resting in silence never be appealed
Lest my mark on life be forever lost
Burnt lump of coal into a cinder made
Hurting oneself such a terrible cost
Casting salvation's light into the shade
Such as when light transfers day into night
Lacking faith no love in our hearts ignite
"Tween streaks of setting sun make a moon rise
Feeling lost of stars aid me in my way
Lacking proof my naked eyes would devise
Forever lost of light my thoughts concealed
Cross never stood over a potter's field
Out of sight hiding all my faults congealed
Resting in silence never be appealed
Lest my mark on life be forever lost
Burnt lump of coal into a cinder made
Hurting oneself such a terrible cost
Casting salvation's light into the shade
Such as when light transfers day into night
Lacking faith no love in our hearts ignite
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
This sonnet is a message of what is lost, when the one true love that seeks us out can only be found through the lense of faith....just believe it.....and it will be so.A Quiet Shoreline
Scarcer are days when the world feels so light
Boundless energy into dreaming eyes
Reflections of stars luminating night
When deep into dark fissures no fear lies
In my grateful walk is my head held high
Nothing in my way I take a sure stride
On a path of life that's more a journey
Across the quiet shoreline at low tide
Over sand still wet and firm my feet glide
Barely a trace to mark I have passed by
The dark sea only a hush by my side
Time moves as fast as the blink of an eye
In solitude I hear my own heart beat
With no good cause at all to drag my feet
Boundless energy into dreaming eyes
Reflections of stars luminating night
When deep into dark fissures no fear lies
In my grateful walk is my head held high
Nothing in my way I take a sure stride
On a path of life that's more a journey
Across the quiet shoreline at low tide
Over sand still wet and firm my feet glide
Barely a trace to mark I have passed by
The dark sea only a hush by my side
Time moves as fast as the blink of an eye
In solitude I hear my own heart beat
With no good cause at all to drag my feet
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
The sonnet is reflective of a quiet nightime stroll down by the seaon those rare occurrances when the sea is calm and all the stars are out shining brightly. I contemplate what I must do to capture this feeling and make it last in my mind.
Evening song
Lay the golden crowns a second cut made
Drying in neat rows from a twirling rake
My tractor idles in the chestnut’s shade
We rest from chores taking a little break
Once long days of summer growing shorter
Less urgent the cries of the feeding young
When harvest moon enters its first quarter
Seen rising when an evening song is sung
Now a light breeze rattles the drying leaves
From the warm earth lifts an afternoon haze
Find peace ‘tween a man and what he believes
Thoughtful recollections of good old days
A long slow circle back to tractor’s shed
Basks in glow of setting sun, blazing red
Drying in neat rows from a twirling rake
My tractor idles in the chestnut’s shade
We rest from chores taking a little break
Once long days of summer growing shorter
Less urgent the cries of the feeding young
When harvest moon enters its first quarter
Seen rising when an evening song is sung
Now a light breeze rattles the drying leaves
From the warm earth lifts an afternoon haze
Find peace ‘tween a man and what he believes
Thoughtful recollections of good old days
A long slow circle back to tractor’s shed
Basks in glow of setting sun, blazing red
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
This poem is reflective of a hard working farm life and ultimate enjoyment that nature brings…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?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...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.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.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......Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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