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online today!A Night to Remember
When at last the sunlight has gone too far
Never really poking through winter clouds
Gathering pigeons near the chimneys are
Anxiously just making their warmth a crowd
Can you blame the hungry falcon up high
Survival only takes a moments dive
When panic starts the flock takes to the sky
Lest hunger need a reason to deprive
More the cycle of life goes round and round
Past horizons that measure night and day
For the cloaking night does enshrouds the ground
Make more its taste a spiritual buffet
For if all life were kind enough to live
How much more could we ever want to give
Never really poking through winter clouds
Gathering pigeons near the chimneys are
Anxiously just making their warmth a crowd
Can you blame the hungry falcon up high
Survival only takes a moments dive
When panic starts the flock takes to the sky
Lest hunger need a reason to deprive
More the cycle of life goes round and round
Past horizons that measure night and day
For the cloaking night does enshrouds the ground
Make more its taste a spiritual buffet
For if all life were kind enough to live
How much more could we ever want to give
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
Reflections of a winter night,
With in a Dream
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Twas the twilight creeping in thru morning
The lingering of your presence felt here still
The tears that stayed upon my heart and soul
Tears held captive no longer able to spill
Children's joys found by simple pleasures
As coffee cans turned into telephones
Skip to lou my darling darkness comes soon
Picture perfect tucked in our loving homes
Quiet leaves me here facing dreams of mist
Alive awake just not wanting to see
Preferring the comfort of the cozy
Staying in the realms of the dreams I'll be
Morning sun upon my face time to rise
Not wanting to leave my dreams how time flies
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Twas the twilight creeping in thru morning
The lingering of your presence felt here still
The tears that stayed upon my heart and soul
Tears held captive no longer able to spill
Children's joys found by simple pleasures
As coffee cans turned into telephones
Skip to lou my darling darkness comes soon
Picture perfect tucked in our loving homes
Quiet leaves me here facing dreams of mist
Alive awake just not wanting to see
Preferring the comfort of the cozy
Staying in the realms of the dreams I'll be
Morning sun upon my face time to rise
Not wanting to leave my dreams how time flies
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Posted: Dec 2013
Post Commentonline today!On Winter Shores
Restless lake you’ve become all blue and grey
Crashing waves now crust on your icy screes
Hear the winter winds come howling away
When cold drops below tolerable degrees
Faced with mighty hunger a gull awaits
Motionless and crouched in its ruffled plume
Ever searching eyes scanning sharp with fate
Shimmering morsels with scales to consume
My thoughts drift slowly away like the snow
Swirl lightly like dancing feathers or leaves
All around me cast an eerie shadow grow
Anything my mind perceives or believes
Quiet the days in dusky December
Mirrored into my mind shall remember
Crashing waves now crust on your icy screes
Hear the winter winds come howling away
When cold drops below tolerable degrees
Faced with mighty hunger a gull awaits
Motionless and crouched in its ruffled plume
Ever searching eyes scanning sharp with fate
Shimmering morsels with scales to consume
My thoughts drift slowly away like the snow
Swirl lightly like dancing feathers or leaves
All around me cast an eerie shadow grow
Anything my mind perceives or believes
Quiet the days in dusky December
Mirrored into my mind shall remember
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
The most surreal images of a late winter day sitting by a shoreline.online today!Old Weathervane
Old, turning blue copper on the barn’s roof
Always pointing true seldom standing still
Looking from the ground searching for some proof
While pushed around by all the winds of time
Giving us some meaning our lives become
Many random moments since we were born
Prone to falling by all the fates succumb
In knowledge and truth and by honor sworn
Won’t you point to me the way I should go
A direction to follow in my heart
Leads down which path of life I do not know
Just only when needing a place to start
For what purpose more will you ever serve
Guiding best those directions we deserve
Always pointing true seldom standing still
Looking from the ground searching for some proof
While pushed around by all the winds of time
Giving us some meaning our lives become
Many random moments since we were born
Prone to falling by all the fates succumb
In knowledge and truth and by honor sworn
Won’t you point to me the way I should go
A direction to follow in my heart
Leads down which path of life I do not know
Just only when needing a place to start
For what purpose more will you ever serve
Guiding best those directions we deserve
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
Written In tribute to my fellow poet, Cafetwo2010, and his poem called “Crossroads”, for you Jim, because you are such a great source of much inspiration to others here on the corner.
Recalled Memories sonnet
Tenderly she picked the pink flower
day dreaming of the first flower given
wandering over to the bedecked bower
she dreamily looked at the garden
Memories of happy times came flooding in
the places they had visited together
Roma where they bathed in Turkish basins
Athens, they were victims of a flasher
Paris is the city of love and romance
here they had dallied playing some love games
time they spent alone in a loving trance
their love for each other fuelled by flames
Love had bound them for all eternity
memories founded on a dynasty
day dreaming of the first flower given
wandering over to the bedecked bower
she dreamily looked at the garden
Memories of happy times came flooding in
the places they had visited together
Roma where they bathed in Turkish basins
Athens, they were victims of a flasher
Paris is the city of love and romance
here they had dallied playing some love games
time they spent alone in a loving trance
their love for each other fuelled by flames
Love had bound them for all eternity
memories founded on a dynasty
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Posted: Dec 2013
Post Commentonline today!A Lavender Sky
Casting light on shortest day my sunrise
Creeping over the top of distant hills
Marvel glowing bands of lavender skies
Quiets the lonesome night and bitter chills
Slowly, drifting, swirling clouds that appear
Their dark, bulging centers bearing more snow
Soft snowflakes fall tumbling down and adhere
Covering and hiding features below
Tell me where the soft gurgling brook went
Its sounds cannot be heard in the valley
Just the hush of dampening snows’ descent
Such long weeks before winter’s finale
Casting eyes upon the first morning light
Lavender skies….such a beautiful sight
Creeping over the top of distant hills
Marvel glowing bands of lavender skies
Quiets the lonesome night and bitter chills
Slowly, drifting, swirling clouds that appear
Their dark, bulging centers bearing more snow
Soft snowflakes fall tumbling down and adhere
Covering and hiding features below
Tell me where the soft gurgling brook went
Its sounds cannot be heard in the valley
Just the hush of dampening snows’ descent
Such long weeks before winter’s finale
Casting eyes upon the first morning light
Lavender skies….such a beautiful sight
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
The sometimes strange colors of our winter skies are truly inspirational and beautiful.
Provence
Sojourn must I to Provence again,
to its clear and love spun sky,
there, warm the breeze weaves a sigh
amid honeyed fields of sun kist grain,
I must go to Provence yet once again
where soft Orient rays caress the dawn,
languishing long on the mist hung morn,
as Lavender mimics the skies blue reign,
its quietude of beauty enraptures the lea,
from new sprung dawn to Westerns fiery eve,
unknown to fools frantic laundered plea,
unaware what the riches of the heart conceive,
Thus, my whispering emotion truly can say,
the spell of Provence has stolen my wits away.
to its clear and love spun sky,
there, warm the breeze weaves a sigh
amid honeyed fields of sun kist grain,
I must go to Provence yet once again
where soft Orient rays caress the dawn,
languishing long on the mist hung morn,
as Lavender mimics the skies blue reign,
its quietude of beauty enraptures the lea,
from new sprung dawn to Westerns fiery eve,
unknown to fools frantic laundered plea,
unaware what the riches of the heart conceive,
Thus, my whispering emotion truly can say,
the spell of Provence has stolen my wits away.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
A reflection of a beautiful time spent in Provence.Falling In Love
Dancing in his arms heart beating so fast
feelings flood through me as he holds me close
is he the one that in dreams was forecast?
I act cool, he smiles knowing its a pose
I smile back as he spins me round and round
we sit and talk the way new lovers do
to each other glad this love we have found
happiness to both of us long overdue
So in love although we recently met
our life's before us laid at our feet
The more we are together the less I fret
when he kisses me it feels oh so sweet
Passion rising overtaking us both
to each other turning pledging a troth
dedicated to my very best friend Lorraine and her new chap gl in your new relationship
feelings flood through me as he holds me close
is he the one that in dreams was forecast?
I act cool, he smiles knowing its a pose
I smile back as he spins me round and round
we sit and talk the way new lovers do
to each other glad this love we have found
happiness to both of us long overdue
So in love although we recently met
our life's before us laid at our feet
The more we are together the less I fret
when he kisses me it feels oh so sweet
Passion rising overtaking us both
to each other turning pledging a troth
dedicated to my very best friend Lorraine and her new chap gl in your new relationship
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Posted: Feb 2014
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" Smitten "
A majestic Eagle soars the lofty sky,
Yet you have swept me higher,
From the ashes where a Love did die,
You kindled a spark to wild fire.
Below lies Atlantic's murky depths,
Titanic's dark watery keeper,
An ocean swelled with tears long wept,
But you have dragged me deeper.
Your touch restored new flesh today,
To the bones of an Interred Love,
And you have swept my soul away,
From it's Hell.. to the Heavens above,
......
Now to cross o'er the Irish Sea.....a dare,
Fear not my Love, I'll soon be there !
Yet you have swept me higher,
From the ashes where a Love did die,
You kindled a spark to wild fire.
Below lies Atlantic's murky depths,
Titanic's dark watery keeper,
An ocean swelled with tears long wept,
But you have dragged me deeper.
Your touch restored new flesh today,
To the bones of an Interred Love,
And you have swept my soul away,
From it's Hell.. to the Heavens above,
......
Now to cross o'er the Irish Sea.....a dare,
Fear not my Love, I'll soon be there !
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
I actually tried not to write this.........But I couldn't fight it off !
Menin Gate Ypres.
No court here played to feathered Kings
of once grand plumes and pompous things,
long since quenched and forgotten lie,
thier wanton greed doomed so to die,
riding high from the storms of fate,
the pen of justice did to all await,
to walk anew the sun blessed road,
relieved, once the down trodden native abode,
as now, beneath life's tranquil shade,
a monument to peace, here forever laid,
no glory plied or ingenious shame,
just freedoms unconquerable name,
its banners claim no marked grave,
just homespun joys they cherished gave.
of once grand plumes and pompous things,
long since quenched and forgotten lie,
thier wanton greed doomed so to die,
riding high from the storms of fate,
the pen of justice did to all await,
to walk anew the sun blessed road,
relieved, once the down trodden native abode,
as now, beneath life's tranquil shade,
a monument to peace, here forever laid,
no glory plied or ingenious shame,
just freedoms unconquerable name,
its banners claim no marked grave,
just homespun joys they cherished gave.
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
The rich patriotic ritual played every evening at the Menin Gate, is a spine chilling reminder of the futility of war, engineered both by Kings and Politicians alike, the cattle slaughter house a more humane place to die than the Fields of Flanders.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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