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[Minotaur]

With poetry, we simply enjoy the many contributions. The goal is to share a love of poetry. Introduce yourself with poems and friendships happen. Never fear offering a poem as we expect great support for all poets who arrive here.

Have fun!

 

[Days]

A little sunshine for your rose, things that are natural are never without a certain grace.

Snowflakes

In bits of rhythm, laced together by rushes of tethered thoughts
It fell upon my clothes, and brushed my eyelashes
Whispering thought in my ear, asking me why I care
So much, for what? The way I waste my years…
But I shrug them aside, a natural motion of pace
Moving ahead to my destiny, not straying in their
Beckons to relinquish the thoughts of the day
Tonight I'll gaze out my window and try to remember
What they told me, why I was here, what to watch for,
Why I should have strayed…
Why are they always right, when they come they cause panic
They fall into our lives, they take over our paths
Gentle, soft, but powerful, and in control of agenda and time
"Not that way!" they insist, "don't be so harsh!"
…give it time, it will carry, there's no need to rush
Remember your thoughts in your youth? The days
When cares were fleeting, when time was not the enemy?
Why do you make it a weight? Crush yourself with the lie?
Come look out at the moment, breathe the fresh humid puff
Stare at the cloud, your hot steam stirring with the cool reprise
If you rush, you will lose the chance to peer into the stillness
Steal one more invisible take of the lovely quiet,
the dream; You can't hold and can't let go
Like the quality of the misty air in front of you
Something you know so well and forget so readily
To not kill your life on the hard stuff
Return to the quiet, take back your own heart
That's what they were telling me
I hate them, they are so free to follow the wind
While I return to my room and worries of the night

 

[RedCloud]

A little sunshine for your rose, things that are natural are never without a certain grace.

Snowflakes

In bits of rhythm, laced together by rushes of tethered thoughts
It fell upon my clothes, and brushed my eyelashes
Whispering thought in my ear, asking me why I care
So much, for what? The way I waste my years…
But I shrug them aside, a natural motion of pace
Moving ahead to my destiny, not straying in their
Beckons to relinquish the thoughts of the day
Tonight I'll gaze out my window and try to remember
What they told me, why I was here, what to watch for,
Why I should have strayed…
Why are they always right, when they come they cause panic
They fall into our lives, they take over our paths
Gentle, soft, but powerful, and in control of agenda and time
"Not that way!" they insist, "don't be so harsh!"
…give it time, it will carry, there's no need to rush
Remember your thoughts in your youth? The days
When cares were fleeting, when time was not the enemy?
Why do you make it a weight? Crush yourself with the lie?
Come look out at the moment, breathe the fresh humid puff
Stare at the cloud, your hot steam stirring with the cool reprise
If you rush, you will lose the chance to peer into the stillness
Steal one more invisible take of the lovely quiet,
the dream; You can't hold and can't let go
Like the quality of the misty air in front of you
Something you know so well and forget so readily
To not kill your life on the hard stuff
Return to the quiet, take back your own heart
That's what they were telling me
I hate them, they are so free to follow the wind
While I return to my room and worries of the night

JUst read this. Good job, Days!

 

[Days]

2005 Fray Winterfest entry ... I'm not a poet so I just wrote what I could, I wanted to be part of the fun; they told me it was prose, not poetry. But I won the "there's a first time for everything" award

thanks RedCloud

 

[RedCloud]

2005 Fray Winterfest entry ... I'm not a poet so I just wrote what I could, I wanted to be part of the fun; they told me it was prose, not poetry. But I won the "there's a first time for everything" award

thanks RedCloud

Days, poetry can be free verse. Your poem (in my opinion) is an example of such. Again I say, "Good job, Days."

 

[Addy]

I enjoyed your poem so much, Days! Thanks for sharing it with us.

 

[Days]

thanks, Addy. Wish I could write like that every day, but really, that was the only one for me. I have a recipe for spaghetti sauce and I have that poem, it's all down hill after that.

 

[Addy]

thanks, Addy. Wish I could write like that every day, but really, that was the only one for me. I have a recipe for spaghetti sauce and I have that poem, it's all down hill after that.

Something surely inspired you the day you wrote that! :clap2:
Now you're probably going to tell me on the day you penned your recipe for spaghetti sauce -- you were suffering from hunger pangs!!
I bet you have lots of poems yet to write,, & hope you will continue writing your poetry, Days!

 

[MaryAnne]

thanks, Addy. Wish I could write like that every day, but really, that was the only one for me. I have a recipe for spaghetti sauce and I have that poem, it's all down hill after that.

Well, I like your poetry, but about that Spaghetti sauce? A trade secret?

 

[MaryAnne]

Something surely inspired you the day you wrote that! :clap2:
Now you're probably going to tell me on the day you penned your recipe for spaghetti sauce -- you were suffering from hunger pangs!!
I bet you have lots of poems yet to write,, & hope you will continue writing your poetry, Days!

Psst,Addy, see if you can get that Spaghetti sauce out of Days! We can see the Poetry is great.

 

[JackDallas]

With poetry, we simply enjoy the many contributions. The goal is to share a love of poetry. Introduce yourself with poems and friendships happen. Never fear offering a poem as we expect great support for all poets who arrive here.

Have fun!

From my book: Dreams of a Forgotten Man
Windsongs


Colorado

There is thunder on the wind tonight
out across the great divide
And my heart longs for Zephyr songs
and dreams I cannot hide
Deep in my mind and memories
regrets of troubled times,
of waterfalls and distant calls
and shifting paradigms
Through the canyons and the trees
old dreams are born anew
Chinook winds sing a mournful song
that calls me back to you
Return, return, sweet land of rest,
and soothe my longing soul
Home is just beyond the hills
where the sweet Columbines grow

Llano Estacado

The wind, the constant wind,
the gentle searching wind,
moves across the plains,
through the mesquite groves
and yucca plants,
and sings her soft refrains
to the chaparral,
and horney toad,
and critters in her way
who wait in silent fortitude
for the dawn of a brand new day
The ghostly, rhythmic, steady beat
of the pumpjacks close at hand,
and the mournful cry
of a lone coyote(y),
the heartbeat of this land,
caresses me,
and comforts me,
and makes my world feel right
To sleep, to sleep,
and perhaps to dream,
on a Llano Estacado night


Windsong (song of Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce)

from the lonely valleys
far below,
the rustling leaves of
aspens call
my troubled soul
from deep within
to live again
to love again
beside Blue River’s
raging flow
‘neath mountain skies
and whispering winds
come gentle clouds and
summer snow
and memories of
long ago
the lifting wind
the searching wind
the whispering wind
that calls my name
still you now
my fractured heart
hide in me and
bring me peace
let haunted dreams
i once held dear
lift me now and
hold me near
and take my mind to
heights unknown
the lifting wind
the numbing wind
the whispering wind
becomes my own
tho i be lost
and all alone
and free of all
that i have known
with all my hope
now turned to stone
i close my eyes and
And I am home

 

[MaryAnne]

I like the poems,but not the signature so can not give the post a Like.

 

[JackDallas]

With poetry, we simply enjoy the many contributions. The goal is to share a love of poetry. Introduce yourself with poems and friendships happen. Never fear offering a poem as we expect great support for all poets who arrive here.

Have fun!

Thank You Rudyard Kipling

I went into a Public House
And helped Tommy drink his gin
I joined the British Army,
Fought in India with Gunga Din
I saw elephants a’pilin’ teak
Where the flying fishes play
And I kissed a pretty Burma girl
On the road to Mandalay
In high school days I oft forgot
The lessons I had learn’t
But Kipling helped me keep my head
When all around me weren’t
Poems were just for sissies.
So said most the friends of mine
And were it not for Rudyard
I’d have never wrote a line
Few can know or understand
How his words once set me free
So I thank you Rudyard Kipling
For my love of poetry


Jack Dallas (can't remember when I wrote this)

 

[MaryAnne]

Poetry By Loree.

I was asked to post this for Red Cloud,but am sure the rest of you will like it,too.

http://www.poetrybyloree.com/415.html

 

[JackDallas]

I like the poems,but not the signature so can not give the post a Like.

I'll get past that somehow.