Fall Splendor

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Fresh, cool breeze…

Crimson leaves,

An array of splendid colors.

Gusts of wind, with sounds of hymns

Flowers fading…

Children waiting,

To jump & play, & splash away…

Into the scattered leaves,

Blown from trees…

For Fall is here. ©J.L.Hunt

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Water

Clear, crystal clear

No spec of molecule

As it flows beyond

The naked eye.

 

Hibiscus

Hibiscus

Blooms today,

Withers tomorrow.

Gorgeous color,

Lives just one day.

The Long Lament

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In the subtle shades of the secretive night,
A Long Lament for this restless state
Emblazoned by Your energy;
The Passion calling from Your Heart
To mine,

The Cost of Love

As I’ve gotten older and have begun to lose the ones I held dear, it makes me search for reasons why we make the decisions we do? What motivates us to love? What motivates us to sacrifice our time for someone else? What motivates us to reach out and do what’s right and good,and others to chose to give pain and hate? I share a few of the ideas about which I’ve been thinking. What is the cost of love?

How long has it been since you talked to your Mom or just picked up the phone?

How many times have I reached for the phone and remembered she’s no longer home?

Boy Migrant

Boy Migrant

He haunts me
A young boy
Mid teens
A lad like mine
Seen on the news bulletin

Fear

 

 

Fear
ate her body–
swallowed whole

Audacious

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Caress of Quietness

Whispering Temptation in my mind

Audacious Supposition

Barely Heard

Spoken Word

Freeing the ruse habitually Confined

Breath of Enticement

Igniting Fervor without Touch

Jaded

.

In the darkness

Encircled by change and calamity

Perched upon the precipice with my gaze cast downward

Discovering the abyss

Vulnerable

Holding in my hands,

A heart full of tender love,

Different but One

We are uniquely different.

When it comes to opinions,

Perhaps it Was

Perhaps it was a mourning dove,
or other bird I’m thinking of,
fluttering as it took to wing
to rest atop the tree and sing
the lamenting coo of its lost love.

Cinquain about the Cinquain

Cinquain:
Compact poem.
Say a lot with a few
But still have meaning when you’re through.
Good stuff.

The Devil’s Blessing

We stand behind our
metaphorical walls,
our aces, in holes
standing stories tall.

Privilege to share

Another lovely end of day
in my favourite place
Sitting in the sunshine
with a big smile on my face
I’d take a little selfie
but I’m pretty sure that you
Would rather see some beach huts
from my favourite sea view

A Voice for the Voiceless ~ A Poetry Challenge

Rainer Maria Rilke
             by Leonid Pasternak

There is in the land
a rising chorus of the Voiceless
Those who while in the system
remain outside of it

Looking Homeward

Submitted by L. T. Garvin



As Thomas said,
“Look homeward, angel”
and every now and then
I run along the
arroyos and narrow paths
of an earlier time.
Sometimes meeting myself
halfway in
sometimes not.
Noticing the changes
in windswept tides.

Give One Yielding Hour

Give one yielding hour,

All forgot in the moment.

Pretend to care not, if you must.

But you may be believed not.

Potent Power

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Words
Like a Pallet of Paint to Bedeck a barren canvas with Depths otherwise Unknown,
Stand Ready to unmask me.
Call I then upon their Potent Power to Speak for me in Tongues
I would otherwise be ignorant of, and let them Spill Out in Endless Fashion
That, by some means as I may be incapable of,
Tell the Secret Truth about my Heart of Hearts.
Listen, then, with an Attent ear so each word may Fulfill its Purpose.
Give over the Admiration of an accusing mind to the Power of these pawns,
Which now I use so grossly to Unfold myself
And Muse upon this Dilemma, so Beguiling of nature.

Echo

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In the Spiraling Depths of Time,

Beyond the Chaos of Life Surrounding,

An Echo Peals,

Like Lark’s Song at Daytide,

Calling to All,

Singing for One.

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Dangerous Things

Chitin dreams are shredded under foot, and scars
With crooked knees slowly make their way down the road.

Limping, with coat collars pulled high to cover up their chins,
Their lips, their delicate seeds of hope they keep balanced

Upon the palm of their tongues, so they continue.

Remnant of Summer

On the breath of a morning
I caught in the air
a lingering fragrance
subtle and rare
A remnant of summer
to cherish and hold
and remain with me as
the autumn turns gold

Apocalyptic Media

Hot off the presses!
Murder en masse, wars, lies and more!
Anything for sales.

Love Birds

Tanka Poem

Love birds on the wall,

Their Beaks rubbing, legs dancing.

Eggs, incubating.

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Irritation
At life and the people
Life puts in my path,
All i need
To calm down and
Relax,

Hypocrisy of the critic

I stand
before this
masterpiece.

Numb and
unimpressed.

the last

As it happens, I get lost in the sky
where sunsets stroll away.

Painted

The day began with sunshine
so I popped down to the beach
armed with paints and brushes
and a long pole for to reach
the top bit of the beach hut
as it needs a lick of paint
It took me several hours
but a craftsman I just ain’t