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Nature Re-foundThis constant noise of life
wasn't here back at the start,
when only Nature owned the day
and solely silence played its part.
The echoes of the past are here
in all the views around me now,
for life's alive here in Vermont,
and every scene is Nature's vow.
I listen hard amidst the noise,
decipher what I can at least,
knowing all the answers called
are shouting out, peace by peace.
Beneath the surface, all I see
is wisdom buried, not long lost,
and if I search here long enough,
I'll find myself, at little cost.
The siren sounds of Nature's call
patiently wait to be re-found,
when noise is lost and silence reigns,
here in life's most sacred ground.
Real lifeBefore the birds begin to wake,
and the sun first peeks her head
above the trees, the dreams you make
are still at dance within your bed.
It's all defied as you create,
flying through this heaven's gate,
there you are the sun,
there you find the sum
of this your special fate.
Listen! Hear them call you!
Feel it! Feel them pull you!
Feel them lift you up, bring you up,
spring you up, and everything you up!
The sun has yet to claim the day,
the night still owns your soul,
so dance and sing and fly away:
the you once lost is now the whole.
Life is here! Life is now!
Find out why and find out how!
Brace yourself for all the smiles
that welcome you for miles and miles!
The birds are not yet chirping.
Their nest is dark and still.
But with the sun they start to sing,
and dreams depart until, until...
puddleI look at my reflection in the puddle,
and think about where I've been.
My face appears sad and lost now,
my soul wavers in the ripples.
Is there an inside to this daydream?
Are there answers to find in the mirror?
The time I waste in the search
gets me nowhere closer to the truth,
but I tell myself that maybe by waiting,
the question will disappear too.
Do I have an answer I've yet to find?
Is there someone inside me with a clue?
When I was little, I acted like a shark,
thought my mouth formed a frightening face,
but people just laughed at the silly act,
and the only one I scared was me.
I think I'll stop staring in the puddle.
I think I should keep walking instead.
This contains no mature contentI need to write...something...anything...so here goes...
The butterflies stopped chasing me
once I told them I ran out of honey,
and the bumblebees offered to sting me
if I'd give them more of my money.
Today was fun, right?
Or was that yesterday?
I lit up my hair like an orange purple sunset,
and I rubbed down my arms with lotions and creams,
but it wasn't until I tried eating bologna backwards
that I ever really noticed how much I hated steam.
Where is the daffodil I left by the counter?
Did you take it? Did I?
Where is the lemon drop I dropped in the garbage?
Did the man come and steal that too?
Yogurt and daydreams were made for skies like those,
and simpler answers would work to this tougher problem.
My mother used to scold me for leaving a mess,
and would wag her finger with a promise:
"One day you'll have a house to clean of your own,
and you'll understand all my troubles with this!"
The message came at exactly nine-thirty last night. He spoke with tears in his words
Winded TimeThe winds of change blow softly
through open panes and doors,
and little sparks of wonder
do scurry 'cross our floors.
Will morrow bring the answers
to questions still not asked,
when daylight meets the treetops
and sparrows are unmasked?
If darkness will not help us,
and moonlight shines too dim,
there's hope still in our dreaming,
within the pillow's whim.
Our slumber may not ease us,
or take away this pain,
but time itself will comfort,
and sorrow too will wane.
The Binder, The Turtle, and The RavineOn the last day of tests, the last day of his senior year of high school, Joshua went on a hike. It wasn't a walk of thoughtfulness, or even an opportunity for celebration apart from everyone else. No, this day had a purpose, and his walk was as much need as it was determination, as much purpose as it was pursuit. One locale waited for him up ahead, and one final destination was now just minutes away.
The little turtle had been wandering. Some vegetation off to his south had always looked appealing, even though his elders often warned him when he was young to stay far away from that area. "There's danger there you cannot see," they'd said. "The food to be found there is just not worth it to reach."
Joshua could see the end of the path now far up ahead, closing in fast. It beckoned to him just as he beckoned to it. This was the last day of high school as he'd always imagined it to be: hot, boring, stupid, and pointless. Only co
This Day Is...
A day to love,
Someone up above.
A day to commemorate;
A day to appreciate.
A day to reminisce;
A day when someone special is missed.
A day that’s too good to be true,
A day filled with many memories of you.
A day just to say,
I wish you a happy birthday.
What s in a name.What´s in a name?
It´s just a word that we call,
Everything and everyone
has a name,
does it make us a better person?
No... what a shame
Does it define our characters?
No... it´s not to blame
Does it have any financial status?
No .... but maybe fame
So if you´re a rockafella, a Gates,
a Trump or even the Queen
It doesn´t matter
shout your name
I am who I am
and I have a name
cos deep down inside
we´re all just the same.
by Suzanne Karbach August 2014
ParthenopeTurn your head from distant island,
from sandy shore and crystal sea.
Resist the call of the lonely siren
singing death on the horizon.
Beware her song; listen to me;
turn your head from distant island,
where dwells a daughter of Poseidon
yearning, singing a magical decree;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Rest your eyes up Orion,
the stars will guard your constancy.
Turn your head from distant island
as our ship sets sail to widen
ourselves from that mermaid key;
resist the call of the lonely siren,
her seaweed hair fraught with diamond
treasures stolen from that deadly reef.
Turn your head from distant island;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Darkening SkiesCrystal blue skies was once visible
In a world without anything formidable.
Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;
No crimes had been committed.
But through the years the blue skies began dimming;
The end was now the beginning.
The skies had darkened by malevolence
As the crystal pieces broke away the benevolence.
Shards of glass rained from these falling skies.
Lives were easily taken and it was sounded by cries.
Battles were fought; blood was shed.
What was once peaceful had become dead —
Innocence was no longer carried;
They had a shovel and it was buried.
Tyranny exiled happiness.
War left people defenseless,
Stranded to fight alone without anything.
Cruelty had killed them before the ending.
Their worst fears had crippled them.
Breathless, lying still, eyes toward the sky: they’re condemned.
Forced to watch the ashes of loved one fill the clouds
With embers cascading down as the sirens grew loud;
Souls flickering within the dust.
From the pressure o
Keys of the PassengerImposing figure
Why do you linger with me here?
A gestured feature
As soft as flowers by
While on my way to reach her
The tarnished silver
Green like the finger I lost
That let my colours
Grow like the flutters in my heart
But take to flight
Out of a viewing standpoint
Breeze by to keep her in sight
A whirring wheel
Below the heel I have down
Does not derail
Wherever hail your address
Ignore and follow
Until my feet fall under
The tears that match my sorrow
With quiet clatter that drowns me
The lanes are melting
My path respecting none a plea
I hear her calling
But over that your silence
A weight's abjection falling
Why do you torture this road?
I travel worried
Because you stay at my right
...I will fight
A desperate race to pry free
The glass is speckled
From threats and heckled terms met
No word is spoken
An air unbroken but intense
A rider chauffeured
The holder of the key ring
So deals I
ShorelineBetrothed to flaw
To the choice before choice
Where there is only emotion
And a half-remembered voice
Telling what one saw
First line of foamy wake
Loud and churned from behind
There sent upon a seething land
What comes before the blind
As action without mistake
Parts of the watch
A spring or gear or hand
Drowning in responsive steps
Their time is harried by swirling sand
Its face imperfect lie staunch
As islands shape the water
It sends providence unchecked
The first passage of philosophy
Contained of following specks
That grow until all is overturned
Conjoined by the timepiece
Fixed into a broken state
They suffer in each other
First blows harsh to take
Fueled from accosted belief
Autumn's arrivalClouds flying over
Bringing rain and wind
From the west
Making the mornings and evenings
Darker bit by bit
Sown all over the sky
Accompanying the cold moon
Sleeping deep as a rose
Covered with dew
Let Me OutHeart and mind racing,
still pacing my cage.
each step just to gauge
the odds that I might
get through this in one piece.
Too tired to fight,
yet unable to cease.
Life, ObservedStarted: 9:45 PM
Stepping forward almost
walking further back,
wishing by the meadow
of Father's nearest track,
I lept among the flowers,
and danced with lily minds,
the way my mother taught me,
the brightest, sweetest kinds.
Sun upon my forehead
and grass beneath my toes,
I walked through lands of daydreams
and watched as water flowed.
Two kinds of people watched me,
two meanings made my day
a kind of silent testing
in every sort of way.
I moved along the corner,
and danced along the fence
where fireflies and honeybees
made magic quite immense.
And all along the noontime
and all throughout the night,
I learned the birth of nature
and breathed the ray of light.
Two kinds of people watched me,
two souls unknown to me,
the ones I thought I knew
and ones I couldn't see.
Finished: 9:49 PM
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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