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Spring Girl

Met this lass named spring
She wore a princess dress
blushing pink as dawn
merrily she strolled
through fields and bawns

She sang to the trees
them green, some bloom!
As she touched the flowers
beauty burst forth.

She called out!
creatures came
together

She smiled
I felt…

absolute bliss!

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A Warm Summer Night

Strolling though the jungle in a warm summer night,
I’m enjoying the breeze in the waning light,
Endless valleys and limitless stones
These bones- these bones they walk alone

Nocturnal animals are questioning my senses,
Night owl is out with his moves so pensive
Off the sycamore and red oak tall shadows fall,
Hiding the wolf and his soulful call.

Lake loon and turtles are making their splashes,
As into the water the bullfrog dashes,
Clicking of bats flitting in the air,
Chirping of crickets and the huffing of a bear.

I stop for a moment to listen to it all,
And I cannot begin to recall,
A better symphony than I hear tonight,
As I walk through the woods in a warm summer night

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Hues of dawn

The dawn is fragrant with a ruby rose,
Golden shining sun shyly winks

Such pretty flowers sing
I watch as stillness flings

Footprints follow like a shadow as I walk
Never saw, never felt, a moment so calm

Brightened beats stage a warm heart
Wealth of music, words, fine art.

On the wings of time wounds fly
A rage swallowed with no sigh.

This earth is so lovely
Why then our sad story?

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I went hiking

Up I went hiking among the soul of clouds
Hoping to catch the sun seeds in my palm
As petals sing a lullaby it gets so real and
I cast my heart into the stream of its melody

The brook is cutting through the boulder
with every single precious beat
set sail the worries on a willow
as meadow fairies hoist the breeze

In silent conversations with the heavens
relaxing on a log that’s been expertly hewn
I can hear the patchy sounds of the horn
ushered by a gentle zephyr

Time to descend and collide with obligations
The plastic smiles replacing imposing nature
Walking around, with the fake crowd,
As if pretending to be alive!

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A Little Too Late

Her life was like a room without a window,
those ‘rainy day’ eyes,
could have formed a deep river,
but no ship sailed upon it,
to carry me to her

and I would have kissed away every tear.

Misplaced, I could feel her yearning,
for love, she had never known,
confused and lost, but her silence,
left her trapped in burdensome meadows,
and I wonder if I could have shown her the way.

From the silent screams of her tongue,
I could feel the pain of her spirit,
feel the lacerations piercing her heart.
If only my words could have soothed her,

but even they could not save her.
As the lights dimmed,
silent stars became the nature of my poetry,
I asked the moon why?
but clouds covered his expression.

Now my mind is a time machine
of her memories, her voice still haunts,
as I ponder if the thunder will persist,
because I’m too afraid to close my eyes.

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Happy World Book day

In the quiet morning hours, or as I fade off to sleep at night, I cuddle up with a good novel.
This book is my world, my quiet time away from the din and discordance of the everyday world, but it’s also a way to explore the world in imaginative new ways.
There’s nothing that beats it.
I get lost in worlds wholly created by an author, imagined but containing truths about life, incisively commenting about life, reproducing it in beautiful new ways, putting me in the mind of another human being, grabbing my heart and dragging it through the thrill of falling in love or the dull numbness of divorce or the fear of being found out, giving me the power of flight or omniscience or magic, confessing about guilty deeds and crimes and affairs, taking me into richly reimagined periods of history, helping me time travel and space travel and regular travel into new lands, showing me how other people live in helplessness, in slavery, in squalor, in power and luxury, in prostitution and presidency, making the mundane seem magical and the magical seem possible.
This is why I read.
Reading has been shown to make us more empathetic people, but it also helps us learn to sit still for long without distractions, and gives us a break from the pull of smartphones and the online world.
Reading is one of my favorite habits, and though once in a while I slip away from it, I always come back.

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Your Eyes

In your eyes so clear,
I see the hope for the future,
In your eyes like a butterfly,
I see the colors of success.
In your eyes,mixed with love,
Vision and passion,
A dream has emerged,
A dream is growing,
Your eyes tell a story,
I see bliss standing.
Only in your eyes….