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Dawning bright, I know you well you are a friend of mine Always welcome, never shunned the warming bright sunshine I smile upon your dazzling face I squint into your glare And always come alive a bit whenever you are there
First, this has taken too long to happen. Second, we can only hope that the committee will not be deterred from finding the TRUTH and holding those responsible accountable. Continue reading
When the morning air welcomes From a night time that’s done And the wind has died down Giving warmth to the sun And the sea’s a flat calm Now the new day’s begun The summer of me lives again
Looking back I tried to do
the black cat things you teased me to.
Convinced that what you spoke was true
with night owl eyes I followed you.
You’re tongue-tied. Good, but I still thirst
and relish for a fresh sunburst.
Inspired by a prompt at Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge.
Fragile and fleeting a delicate sun Kissed a few flowers and then it was done Hiding behind a dark wall of grey It bid me farewell and was gone for the day But I wasn’t having any of that So I frantically waved and bid it come back
There are moments in soft summer days when a whisper to the world is all that’s needed when I wake and the morning is unfurled The sweet refrain of birdsong there as the sunshine filters through is enough for me to welcome another day of something new Anticipation breathes content there’s a promise with the sun and I venture out with purpose as though my life had just begun
So unfamiliar, everything –
You’re sure we lived here years ago?
This trail goes where? I do not know,
but there are birds ahead who sing.
I’m wearing still your wedding ring.
Some unforgotten, busy street
should have a place where we can eat.
Then at a table with two chairs
we’ll tell each other all our cares
and taste the dreams that turned out sweet.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “street” to be used in a C line of a décima having rhyme patter ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge. Eugenia offers the word “unforgotten” for this week’s prompt.
Smooth the sand ‘neath greying skies The breeze it softly sings As o’er the sea, the setting sun A gathering it brings Caught up in this, the ebbing tide Back across the beach And there, the cusp of summer Just a little out of reach Gentle waves in movement turn With salt upon the air The sunset fades and slips away To night time waiting there.
Golden water on Golden river Golden shimmer on Golden sea Golden dawn on Golden morning Golden smiles on Golden me
Oaken tree tall, middle of field Shading all from the sun’s heady yield Shadow of evening, summer is here Cobwebs have vanished, eyes are now clear Long gone the cold that brought chill to the bone Here now the sultriness smiling from home Waxen soft thread in the new light of dawn Shimmering there in the silvery morn Seeing the first time Nature’s new child Deep ‘cross the meadow and born with a smile Hovering there o’er the blues and the golds The treasure the wise ones have long known of old
At the eve of this day I will lie back in lavender And there will be evening sunshine And a deep breath of contentment And I will smile
Sunrise over a sea-mist evening Summer’s soft call now The heat of day slip-slides away Cool now upon my brow Golden painted water glistens And seagulls on the wing Hover lazy, almost sleeping As evening songbirds sing This is a picture dreams are made of Contented smiles attest All one could hope for and as I am here I am a man who’s blessed
Blue in meadow, Summer green Open window, Bright sunbeam Weather warming, Yellow too Sunshine beckons, Pastel hue Grass grows longer, Green abounds Flowers appearing, Summer sounds Cold winds fading, Warmer breeze Waves receding, Paddling seas Beach huts open, Sandals out Summer’s here, Without a doubt
This picture is a perfect depiction of my generation and it inspired this poem.
Baby Boomers…Gloom and Doomers??????
How anyone would ever think it, I could never guess.
We’re the generation that glorified “Just Say YES.” Continue reading
Two swans down by the waterside of the River Ouse as it flows north of Lewes cold water there to use Preening their white feathers so pleasing to the eye as on our way back to the car Sal and I walk by
As a boy I used to play here inside the burnt out walls playing hide n seek and other games within its hallowed halls Once we ventured to the basement down dark and dusty stair oblivious to danger with innocence to dare But now all these years later it is a block of flats although the outside walls remain preserved and still intact
Long ago we studied here when it was still a place.
Your name I have forgotten, but I still can see your face.
And others, too, their words we heard. I hear them still today
with spring pizzazz and peachy smiles before we went away.
Linda Kruschke prompts us to write an “ubi sunt” (where are they?) poem this week for her Paint Chip Challenge.
Back on the six-miler in Sussex from my home it's great to be up here again the best walk I have known And that is saying something as many trails I've trod several on the continent and more on English sod But it's always back to Sussex which is hardly a surprise as this is where my home is where my heart truly lies
My soul’s a knotty network mess.
I know some demons have to go,
perhaps them all. I’d love to show
them to the door. I do confess
I chose this curse, but who could bless
me chained with guilt and justly bound?
They block my way. They’re all around.
“You’ve still one path to liberty:
Yes, faith in Jesus sets you free.”
And now no demons can be found.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “go” to be used in a B line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC in this week’s Decima Poetry Challenge. Eugenia offers the word “network” for this week’s Thursday Prompt.
A bumble bee for pollen on my lavender today the flowers are now at their best so a cropping's on the way Means the bumble bees will have to find another source but that won't be a problem cos there's lots round here of course
Things have changed a little here in Worthing over time as there was no big wheel here back in nineteen seventy-nine Forty-two years passed since then yet we two still are here soulmates then and soulmates now in our forty-second year
He is a criminal who must be brought to justice Continue reading
A young chap perched upon the wall looking fairly hopeful and yet alas there was the glass twixt us and tasty mouthful
We stand to cheer and gladly clap.
The King is riding to his throne.
Our enemies, defeated, groan.
They fall forever in their trap.
Now with the twilight’s final lap
deep darkness comes to insulate
those blinded by a mindless hate.
No shadows haunt our living Light.
No tears remain. That ancient night –
how short it was our need to wait.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “clap” to be used in an A rhyme of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Decima Poetry Challenge. Eugenia also offers the word “twilight” for this week’s prompt.
Wildflowers in our garden whilst not a meadow are nonetheless quite lovely if not spectacular From little tiny daisies to blue and purple there with bright red in the background there's little to compare
In the Declaration of Independence, our founding fathers made a statement that is the heart and soul of our great country, a statement that makes America the greatest country in the world – Continue reading
Syllabic sequence crafted something that I love for poetic syntax here in verse to cherish and to capture life's essence in just a few words
My birthday bonsai's ready with its little seeds now sewn the long haul now the waiting as three years til it is grown But I have plenty patience and contented I will wait watching as it prospers and will then anticipate what when 24 comes round and sixty-five am I my little tree will look like from this my new bonsai
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