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Poetry VI

WINTER SOLSTICE

The day is to past, the time is to come.

Life would be ashore, kept below a dome.

Wind shall blow and howl, clouds will rise and pour.

Darkness's upon us, light's hidden from roar.

 

Nature, nature, she is strong and fair,

wild, crazy, she is a must to protect.

Rain drops over us, sun above the air,

quiet, shiny, a rainbow to collect.

 

Grass has go...

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Cherry Tree

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 In the middle of a hot day,

Somewhere far away,

An old man walked home,

When he decided to roam.

 

He dug up a cherry tree,

He could grow it free,

He was so very merry,

To grow up a nice cherry.

 

But suddenly he looked around,

And saw a big God’s crown

Thought: let it grow here,

Bring the berries every year.

 

Let it grow as high,

As human’s eye ca...

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Typical

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Another moist, reluctant sunrise
through the night sweat morning dew
emancipated
the worm pushed towards the light
loosely erect

Across the lawn
the over stuffed pigeon
puffed up her unkempt plumage
cooed a taunt
How dare you wake up today
How dare you show that you tried today

Waddling heavily
she pinched him up
gluttony oozing
heaved him away
apatheticaly consenting to his fate

...

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Adolencia- from my new collection MUMB

 

They are going to bend minds-

they’ve thought of all kinds of things that we have never seen,

they will sustain environments and grow fruit in arid deserts

they will go to great and unseen efforts to save the planet,

they’ll shape this world into the word FRIEND.

Starvation will end and they will study the moon

and its correlation to the womb and will study women from cradle...

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Entropy

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She'll take them back

The stones cut carefully and stacked against her

Her winds find ways through the cracks

She'll take them back 

All content property of Chandra Mossine

*This original poem was published by the Columbia Art League in their 2014 Interpretations collection

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A Poem For Spring - Ms. Shannon Frog

Ms. Shannon Frog
(By Paul A M Palmer)
 
Wintering in the dark
Beneath the rock
Beneath the stone
Beneath the bark
She sleeps
 
Dreaming of Spring
Amongst the males
Amongst the grass
Amongst the green
She sleeps
 
No thoughts of fear
About the fox
About the crow
About the stoat
She sleeps
 
Then in the Spring
Beneath the rock
Bene...

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I HEAR THE RAIN

I hear the rain

the symphony

the concert

and the audience of green

 

each drop a crotchet harmonized

rushed on by quavers

and the faces of delight

riding each crescendo

 

then diminuendo

perspiring with relief

and in simple belief of the sun

raising his baton

for the rain to stop

each and every raindrop.

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Nature's Forecast

 

Dawn awakening
 

The sun, full like a ripe peach
 

Curtseys to the moon

 

As it powder paints the sky
 

With warning signs of danger.

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Why I Hate Moths

The moth, I disdain

It needn't cause me pain

Harmless it may be

With no venom to me

It flies into my face

No pattern, no grace

A pitiable creature

In purpose and feature

 

For I cannot detect

A trait to respect

The spider spins its yarn

Across a lofty barn

And the bee does strive

To provide for its hive

But the moth helps none

As Icarus to the sun

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Flying My Birds

I fly the birds around this place

We chat amongst the trees

The wildlife up in this place

Contains a rainbow breeze.

The truth rises to the top

A quiet frozen mountain

I fly my birds up to the top 

To chat and to surround it.

Discussing the monopoly,

Folks with greed in mind--

I'm the messenger of truth

Sending my birds to fly.

The Greed-ridden dictators 

Own...

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The Moth

The moth, she knows the flame will burn
But back again, again she comes,
Her velvet collisions dress the air,
Sparkling against these tempting embers
Where she throws herself over and over
Upon the most flickering of fascinations,
Such senseless self-immolation 
Strips her to a carapace, 
Leaving her scorched, naked, undressed, undone, 
Beneath the tragic unravelling of her world.

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Into The Wilderness

Into the Wilderness

 

Into the wilderness we went. Edhweirft and Hwyrflung swirled above us, blowing and bustling through the treetops. Watching. Threatening. But maintaining a safe distance as the trees protected us

 

Scrunch

Crack

Squelch

Scrunch

Crack 

Squelch

... we went, as the gloam drew in. Druuuuuin!! Closer. Druuuuuuuuiiiiinnnn!!!!! Closer. It hugs, this gloa...

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Sweaty Little Fingers

Sweaty Little Fingers

 

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 once I caught a fish alive. 

 

"That's not a fish! It's a tadpole!"

 

1,2,3,4,5 once I caught a tadpole alive

I loved the little fella and I wanted him to thrive 

but he was too small for me so I made him dive 

back into the water.

 

1 little frog hopping around. I bend and lift him from the ground. I wrap him up all safe and s...

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Lovelonging

I long to gaze upon your rugged beauty
Magnificent as you rise up
From soft flowing valleys
To collide with the clouds
Slate coloured eyes 
Surveying everything beneath you
Dangerously calling me to conquer 

I long to swim in your energy
Caught up in the waves of your emotion
Intoxicated by your ebb and flow
My sanity lost in your cadence 
Throbbing in your tide 
Adrift in the moment...

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Gravity Waves

It’s so nice to receive your greeting,

From so far away,

I’ve often felt you tickle,

As Earth and Moon do play.

 

But I suppose cus you’re mostly constant,

And tugging at my feet,

It’s easy to ignore you,

And not feel your heavy beat.

 

You make such a big impression,

Fine grains in vast clouds you entrap,

And enormous globes entwine and swirl,

At your magic ...

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Aberaeron (after the storm)

Surging urging, brown, dense molass,

Upheaving through harbour gap,

Foaming deluge broken, unspent,

Over angular boulder castlement,

And with weighty mass continuing on,

To swell and play,

Mongst boats,

In harbour,

Sheltering,

From the upwelling foray.

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Coffee for Two

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Coffee for Two

 

the coffee shop overfilling and ringing

with mirth and memorable conversation,

floating and finding ownership in the

crooks and crannies of the enclosed room.

no longer smoke but steam.

spent words between friends and strangers alike.

the aloneness cuts through and slices

the moments like a dark dagger cutting

through the thick fog offered up by the

...

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A Winter's Walk In The Park

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Sickly branches spread out from the bodies of comatose trees,
And her feet fall on leaves that have died,
Paper-thin corpses at one with the ground frost,
With each step she feels that she might,
Fall through the earth and plummet for years,
Leaving Welsh winters behind,

Crystalline grass blades stand neatly under silver pink skies,
She follows where the gravelled path snakes,
Her concer...

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