Sometimes

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sometimes even snow
doesn’t want to be a flake
sometimes it wants more

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Delightful!

Wildflower passions
blossom beneath the orange moon
as it peaks above its duvet of darkness

Open
to the soft glow of night’s rising fruit
passions boil in scented droplets
of desire
where encumbrances are stripped away
discarded peelings on moonbeams of ache
leaving the flesh to taste the flesh
of the fruit
beneath the fruit’s
rising glow

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The words that I produce

My lies beneath my mouse
does it know of the words
it helps produce

My desk
lies beneath my computer
is it alive with words

As it is

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at life’s end, smile – yes?

as it is at the start

one step into life

Waiting

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simple is the time

of crow, robin, tree and sprite

simple is the life

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that’s waiting

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Moonlit night Haiku

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Moon’s shadow drifting
silent crows watching beaking
scarfed whispers shiver

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Oh sleeping joy

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Oh sleeping joy
how your breathing rests
upon the hearts of man
with risen chests

Oh singing joy
you reach and touch
‘pon the soul of life
this daily crutch

Oh blessed joy
how your smile does shine
upon the eyes of she
who births divine

Christmas, how I detest thee!

Christmas
Old Scrooge – my soul mate

How I detest thee, Christmas

with a passion
oh yes

you, jingly, tinzelyfied
annoyance

How I abhor thou, Christmas

with an intensity
oh yes

Acrostic Poem: Oh Christmas

Oh Celestial Christmas where have you gone?
I remember it like a dream.

Oh Heavenly Christmas from days of old
when presents were never seen.

Oh Righteous Christmas what’s happened to you?
In a world where everything gleams.

Oh Illustrious Christmas you’re here too soon
you make me want to scream.

Oh Splendid Christmas why are you so wearisome?
Must buy must buy I want please.

Oh Twinkling Christmas so bright and so cheery
dulled by shopkeeper’s fees.

Oh Magical Christmas, who has taken your life?
Your spirit ignored like dead trees.

Oh Angelic Christmas we waited with patience
but now we anticipate with greed.

Oh Stoical Christmas when will you return?
To a long-lost time of my dreams.

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An old one from my poetry site, but it seems to fit the competition better than my other one.

Acrostic poem: Please read before it’s eaten

I=I
D=don’t want to write an acrostic poem because
O=over in
N=neverland
T=there is a
W=worm that eats
A=all my words
N=noshing away at every syllable
T=till
T=there is noth
O=oh bugger it!

Flit, flit, flit

flit, flit, flit
gone so fast

flit
twitch of angled tail feather

flit
gone so fast

Uncontaminated

Break the seal
the aroma of fresh coffee
triggers a memory
of first date.

Cut the lawn
the lusciousness of new mown grass
harvests the gentleness
of your smile.

Blossom

Sitting here
amidst the falling blossom
of night’s whispers
looking for the one
petal
that is you

I look at the sky
and see endless
patterns of perhaps –
counting
the magical blossoms
wondering
are you looking for the one
that is me

A Crystal of Togetherness

A snowball
a ball of snow
ice of light compressed
compressed
a single soul of light
a single soul of
thought
of love
light
energy
strength

A snowball

such brightness
such energy
lost
such light
such strength
lost
such love
such love

Dimples

I inhale the smoke of desire
I exhale
to see it glide
over
skin
bumps
where whispers
of hair
should grow
it nestles and
smoothes over dimples
dimples that
twitch and
ever so slightly
quiver
in their
pleasure
at receiving the smoke of desire.

Breadboard

Oh, my camera why are you so rubbish
the most perfect sunset I have seen in a long time
and you refuse to do it justice.

Oh, but I can see it for now
orange, total orange
dark orange
burnt orange
blues
and blacks
and blues
and reds
and purple
and white
and orange
with the brightest

Silvern Shadows

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besides this little pool
this little pool of silvern shadows
there sits
two of the finest little creatures
you are ever likely to see

one whose wings are so very fragile
almost see-through in their
pinkenish
pastel
honeyed
ever so slightly
silverish
with tiny tiny
tiny ripples of rhythm
as they flutter in her happiness
at being besides this
little pool of silvern shadows
holding hands with

Of Love

moon
see it in the sky
see how it shines when whole
see me
see you

phantoms of the night
ride on a carpet of eternal
us

wildflowers
watch them shoot from green
watch as they emerge in a shower of beauty
watch as the one takes hold of the other and entwines
see me
see you

dusty seedlings of the dawn
ride the currents of eternal
us

Peace

A smile is the oil that runs through our souls
a butterfly splendour

Imagine, if you will,
imagine if words could heal
just by reading them,
wouldn’t that be wonderful

Quite impossible though,
yet when we read something funny
doesn’t that make us feel a little bit
better?

Isn’t laughter
the best medicine?

So why not a poem?

A smile is the oil that runs through our souls
a bird gracious

If you could read a poem
and know that
come the end
your pain, or some of it perhaps
will have gone away
wouldn’t that be good!