Natures Way
Crimson tears drift earthward on a cold wind from the north.
Boughs and branches shed them with their movements back and forth.
Gray skies and mist hang heavy in November?s chill embrace.
I stand and watch in wonder as a stiff breeze chaps my face.
The days grow short and life retreats to hide from winter?s bite.
The sun makes shorter ventures out, as it yields to longer nights.
The starkness of a winter scene for many brings the blues.
But I love the time of natures rest and the calm of life subdued.
Soon will come the crispness of those crystal clear winter days.
With skies so bright and brilliant blue all spirits they will raise.
Frigid air breathed deeply in, can warm the human heart.
When you recognize that winter?s kill, enables life?s spring start.
The cycle is divinely set, of that much I am sure.
As 40 cycles now I?ve lived, I yearn for 40 more.
My years do paint me past my prime, but my life?s autumn I resist.
For each year?s change of season celebrates that I exist.
I know there?ll come a season when nature calls me to my rest.
I only pray I pass in wintertime, for ?tis the season I love best.
Copyright 2004
Poems anyone?
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Thunder Rider
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Sunnygal41
Wow!!!!! Chris, that is beautiful! I love fall and winter best too! Too funny that I found this thread after I just wrote a haiku myself! LOL! Must be something in the air today............. A Moon Haiku The moon is sailing on her silvery, cloud path she twinkles softly.
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lawrence
Enjoyed the haiku and the poem, I too write poetry and plays. I wrote this poem this weekend about fall, the dog, and waking up to a fall morning.
It is 6:15 a.m.,Sassy is ready to go crunch leaves
Shakes her ears, stretches long, and jumps off the couch.
The Dalmatian shakes her ears again and announces to the world:
It is 6:15 a.m., Sassy is ready to go crunch leaves.
I put my clothes on, as Sassy paces and dances in tight circles.
Sassy is ready to go crunch leaves.
The frosted leaves crunch the best.
The 6:15 a.m. walk is better than the 9:15?
On the walk the leaves are already moist from the sun,
But on the earlier walk the leaves go crunch, crunch, crunch; crunch.
Sassy runs in circles fast, faster to crunch leaves and stops to smell.
Sassy loves the smell of crunched leaves, and then goes off for a run.
Sassy loves to crunch the leaves, reveling in crunch, crunch; crunch.
It is 6:15 a.m., Sassy is ready to go crunch leaves.
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Big Tex
Hey Chris! Good job on the poem.
I love autumn, my favorite season.
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nicolaou
There was a young fellow named Nic'
Who's religion was making him sick.
The dubs in the Hall
Were just bricks in a Wall
So he fled with his pole vaulting stick -
LittleToe
A New Day Dawns
Around the corner, hid from sight,
Newly dawned and getting bright.
East it rises, whence it came,
With a glory outwith frame.
Duly noted, easily missed,
As it rises from the mist.
Yesterday's sorrow, far from harm,
Died in the West without alarm.
And now the future, far from bleak,
Waits to see what words we speak.
Never silent, never loud,
See the day dawns ever proud.LT
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DIY2008
Pain
The pain has now come and I surrender into my agony
My heart...what heart?
It is a black pil full of nothingness in which I dewll
The light of my candle, once flickering with joy
Has went out
Along with everything that mattered
The rain of terror begins to fall And soddens my body until I drip
I cower in a corner...would cry if I could
But it is impossible at the state i'm at
I cannot bear anymore pain
But it continusley piles itself on me
So I have no choice
They say a single cut can help heal this
Even alcohol or drugs
But they're wrong
All are wrong
A person once said that darkness was placed into the sky
To remind people that after darness light alwyas shines through
If they are right, all I can do is wait
And maybe hope for the best
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Nosferatu
I was sitting alone
Waiting by the phone
Thinking of the days
Before I changed my ways
The time that we'd spent
Away it quickly went
I wish that you were here
To whisper in my earI think you're really great
I'll always remember this date
Until the day I die
And then she said goodbyeShe held my hand
While we walked on the sand
She kissed me tenderly
And said that she loved me
I looked into her eyes
Her love I idolize
She looked away from me
And let my hand go freeI think you're really great
I'll always remember this date
Until the day I die
And then she said goodbyeI'll never forget the day
I found she moved away
So cold I felt inside
Like committing suicide
Where she went I do not know
I'm just sitting by the phone
She's my only choice
I can still hear her voiceI think you're really great
I'll always remember this date
Until the day I die
And then she said goodbyeThat one's gonna be on my album! I wrote it when I was a stupid teenager.
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Axelspeed
Mr. Moldmakerman
Preacherman say if I aint chasin his brand o' savior
I'd be pitched from the pearlies out on m' posterior
If I didn't show up in the walls five times a week
I'd have no taste r part of blessins fer the meek
He say the Good Book aint fer understandin by me
That be his work, t'aint fer me to disagree
That's right, that's what he say
Painterman say if I can't paint inside the lines
With 'Casso and that Michaelangelo I'll never dine
See he done been trained by the finest on that ther art
On this here subject I aint got nuthin to impart
Tells me art sho nuf aint bout heart and feeling
It be about makin mirrors even if t'aint soul healing
That's right, that's what he say
Politicianman say if I don't vote his gangs way
Country and my chillen's chillin sho nuf gonna pay
Says to trust him to luv'em just as much as me
Admits I thinks on it, "he do got that ther degree"
Tells me he knows pockets n ideals best fer me
Just send in this here proxy, n I can set ma mind free
That's right, that's what he say
Invites Mr. Moldmakerman in fer a sit down n tea
Whils I listen this here 'Chaikovsky, he pretty good ya see
Tells a joke guess meant be funny fer country folk like us
Hope no feelins hurt, tween you n me was kinda silly but aint no fuss
Woulda been more obligin' with a ring thats all
Sunday mornin's the time for me n the lady's own lord's call
That's right, that's what I's a thinkin
Moldmakerman scratch and shake the head says okay
Say I just too much work n tried s'plainin me away
Said I wudn't up to standard with good country folk sights
Called me aberrations and waht not n thats just not right
Says I was too much work n said his goodbyes
I thinks he was scared when he looked thru his eyes
Said he might be back, next time with entourage
Me thinks maybe fraid his reality was only a mirage
"Misplaced by all Mr. Moldmakerman's men"
That's right, that's what I thinkAxelspeed
Copyright 2004This poem is actually extracted from a much larger essay I wrote under a similar title.
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Mac
Christ ...grown men writing poetry and such!!! Bunch of damned poofie-poofs if ya asks me...now put on yer frillys and toddle off, all of ya! GRRRRRRRR !!!!!
CHAIRDANCER
And she glides through this world
with her beads and her boxes
She dances in cars
and she sings at the mart
She tosses her wisdom
with humor and courage...
And my soul’s keeping time to the beat of her heart.
So many goodbyes
interspersed with such highs
As we’d run from each other
then slowly turn ‘round
And collide in that space
full of love and such grace...
I can’t hold you forever...I can’t set you down.
Yes, she entered my world
with her pictures and music
As she danced in her chair
she is ever so smart
She instantly knew me
as if she’d passed through me...
Soft touch of her hand on the face of my heart.
She’s brilliant...she’s pretty
sarcastically witty
With laser like eyes
and a heart without locks
She’s always amazed me
sometimes made me crazy...
This girl’s at her best just outside of the box.
Still, she glides through this world
with her beads and her boxes
She dances in cars
and she sings at the mart
Now the north wind blows coldly
and I ask; "Had I only...........?"
As my soul’s logging time since retreat of her heart.
mac Copyright 2004