Poetry
Butterfly
Pretty little
butterfly sent to me
Cradled in the
moonlight
Comfort me
Hover near my soul
and set me free
Lie little
butterfly
Stay with me
Wings open up
caressing me...
Take us to a place
no pain will be
Cradled in the
moonlight
Comfort me
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©2006 The Image Poet
| A
Winter's Night Scene |
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| Above the
hushed and silver'd plain |
| Amid the
moonlight's soft refrain |
| The angels
dance about the glow |
| On wisps
of diamond sparkl'd snow |
| Up on the
top of roof and barn |
| …and
fence post here and there |
| They weave
an icy web of yarn |
| For rising
sun to find |
| Whilst
'cross the silence wide and deep |
| The icy
ghosts of season's sleep |
| …go
rustling through the air |
| Enshrouded
on this wintr'y hill |
| Whispering
to the earth so still |
| … 'Tis
here I tarry to remain |
| Above the
hushed and silver'd plain |
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| Copyright
©2002 The Image Poet |
Ruth
For mother...
She was a stout woman
In keeping with her work
With a touch as light
As the breeze
Kissing me through towering wheat
She was my father's dream
Who kept him from himself
A love forged in the sweltering
July fields
Of our Ohio home
She made Kool-Aid
Orange with a kick
Extra sugar
A farmer's wife
She was my mother
The earth
The blessing of peace
I carry within me
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Secret of the Stars
There is a secret in a clear
night's sky
That those who do not wonder
Could never see
In an earthly world
Unjust
God gave us the stars
As symbols
of
Trust
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Innocence to Dust
Spines of twisted metal stand
O'er weeping sadness in the land
Amid a freakish nightmare hell...
From innocence to dust!
Hear the nation's mournful cry
Can human hearts' this evil lie?
Who tolls the dark and blood-stained bell?
From innocence to dust!
What questions do we ask today?
What prayers do we pray?
That n'er our sons and daughters tell...
From innocence to dust!
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Euphony of Life
The euphony of life beckons us
Like the notes upon the page
To our destiny
Be it piano, or forte
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Down Dusty Pike
Another
world awaits me,
Down
dusty pike to home.
The sweetness of its flowered path,
No nectar could dethrone.
In
summers warm inviting calm,
I think I'll tarry there.
To wonder in life's moment,
Down dusty pike to home.
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Thank You Leaves
For Brenda.
Thank you leaves,
for being here
This fall and crispy day
Thank you leaves, for bringing me
This joy along your way
Thank you for your colors,
So beautiful and bright
The reds and yellows, browns and gold
So gorgeous in my sight!
Thank you for the scents you make
Like teas and sweet molasses,
In Autumn's kitchen brewing
With every breath I take
Thank you for your soothing sounds
Like rustles, taps and flutters
To stir my soul and warm my heart
As you spin and spiral down
Thank you leaves, for the peace you bring
Upon my fleeting stay
And thank you for the memories,
I'll cherish day-by-day
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Revised: February 17, 2007
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