| Nov 13, 2005 @ 12:44 AM |
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Angel54214
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[/B]'TIS THE SEASONS FOUR
A Scarlet red is the maple leaf
It died to crumble beneath trotting feet
O' mistress breeze, you love the wind so!
You kiss his nostrils and caress his lips
Thunder hails while lightening bolts salute
And jolts the clouds to scatter swiftly apart
Golden sun beams a joyful smile
To plump the grapes on the trellis vine
But then die to cold of the winters' broth
Ice cracks to splinters like a hunters' spear
Water below hisses at the bitter frost air
Spring please come! Cries the willow weep
Seasons stay to order like pages of a book
To summer, winter is a stranger-never will meet
As autumn can never love the bountiful spring
Heaven's maker appointed each their leadership
'Tis the seasons four not worth a bar in gold
Without a price a robed priest once told
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| Nov 13, 2005 @ 4:53 AM |
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poettothecars
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Autumn Leaves
31 October 1995
Something is happening
A special surprise
Old friends and family
Right before your eyes
Remember the sound of falling leaves
From golden brown to red
Colours — made by nature
It could only be AUTUMN
For this is the Season
of colour
We cannot compare
with another
"With thanks to Ira Tamati-Aubrey
may God bless her,
for through her He gave
the first of these words."
"To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:"
Ecclesiastes 3: 1 KJV
Although this psalm appears as PsW 16 (Psalms of Waitara), this works truly is
the beginning of the rest. How when asked to write a poem, given the challenge
and first few words, with the theme of Autumn. Every other works composed
from then on has its origins here. Why this is not PsW 1 is due to being not added
to the collection until two months after the birth of the true "Waitara psalm"
(the name of the town I live and by chance was born - but did not move there
to live until November 1987). CWH
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares
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| Nov 13, 2005 @ 1:31 PM |
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Angel54214
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[B]Where The Lilacs Bloom
Where the lilacs bloom, I live no more
The sweet remembered in ten years score
Knobby buds pop the branches twine
That tickles fancy of the knotty pine
Spring rains had come and will come again
To bloom them all like way back when
A morning dawns and the sun smiles glee
To warm the lace of the lilac tree
Tiny clustered flowers dressed in pastel hue
Take delicate sips of the morning dew
Fragrant perfume lingers the still noon air
And scents the noses those here and there
Adornment plume in purple, in white
Line the banks near the river's bite
Autumn wisp the summer days, "so long"
While the warbler sings its last summer song
Seasons frolic about like a weaver's loom
I'll always remember well where the lilacs bloom
Angel
Echoes In My World
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| Nov 13, 2005 @ 1:49 PM |
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Angel54214
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Seagulls In November
Hear the whimper cries of the open sea
Seagulls in November call out for warmer days
Algae hugs black rocks along the shore
For the waves have slapped them smooth;
By hundred years and thousand gone days
Lighthouse flickers its eye strobe beam
For the hour of light has not arrived as yet
Sea worthy ships dot the ocean afar
As they throng to warn that they are near
I wonder if seagulls know a myth or two
Perhaps a legend of long ago pirate ships
Where buried treasure still not disturbed
Or seagulls thieved them in hide for their own;
One verse, one song roars the November sea
Rippled caps in white pound endless thrush
Upon November's cold brisk aroma'd breath
Pods entangled in their own weeds as the shore
Like gem stones weave in a princess locks
The hourglass filled with ocean sand
Tells the dusk its time to awaken and
Bade to the fiery setting sun in the golden sky
Silhouettes move gracefully across the horizon
The seagulls last flight before darkness falls
They eagerly sought a meal of fish in shallow waves
Then perch a pier with fatten bellies white
Ocean cherubs for they guard the ocean doors
Seagulls in November are teachers of the tide
Angel
Echoes In My World
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| Nov 17, 2005 @ 9:47 PM |
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Angel54214
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DEAD OF WINTER
Upon the chest of one winter's night
Ancient moon cast its beaming light
Tree boughs droop over grainy stones
That walled a fence for scattered cones.
Come snowy owl, your suet is ripe
Such a welcome guest this winter's night
Throw your wings then fly tomorow's dusk
Where remnants lay of the last cornhusk.
Old man wind blows a northern fate
Tatters the hook on the court-yard gate
Hush old man say a prayer for all
While the rotted rose lays beneath season fall.
Platinum sky with clouds crimson lined
Like drapery linen in heavens' window divine
Pearly bright came the first falling snow
Covered virgin white the brown earth below.
Hilltops glisten like million stars luster
And crust the banks in frozen muster
Tree limbs dressed of plump icicle sleeves
Sparkle like glass prisms through open sheaves.
A fire lit log, it's the smell of home
Where chickadees nest and the eagles roam
One doe nibbles a leaf on an icy stream
Then swiftly leaps to a sheltered dream.
Angel
Echoes In The Wind
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| Dec 4, 2005 @ 8:35 PM |
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autumn899
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Angel,
I enjoyed your poem "Dead Of Winter" very much. As much as I did WhereThe Lilacs Bloom. Thank you for beautiful poetry. Autumn
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| Dec 5, 2005 @ 5:02 AM |
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ash_is_unforgetable
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Angel very nice poems, I enjoyed reading them!
*AsH
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| Dec 6, 2005 @ 1:49 AM |
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Angel54214
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Thank you autumn and ash, so happy you enjoy them.
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