Submissions by AmyMMosier (Amy Michelle Mosier)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Often conversation carries
Often conversation carries
Us through the day
For talking about things is
Basic to an alliance
Yet at other times, we survive
A comfortable presence
Where the air is thick with love
Nothing need be said.
Us through the day
For talking about things is
Basic to an alliance
Yet at other times, we survive
A comfortable presence
Where the air is thick with love
Nothing need be said.
#love
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He has a gift little perceived
He has a gift little perceived
A mind for temperament and thoughts.
That he is one of privilege
Is both natural and mysterious.
Such witchcraft to them of fright
Puts them to good reactions
Harmless to a passer-by
Helpful to a set of events.
It was taught by a Master
His mind is only existence.
We walk about caught unawares
Then he finishes my sentence
And with the magic he has
He twists the day as we go.
For that I could kiss his head
It impresses me so.
A mind for temperament and thoughts.
That he is one of privilege
Is both natural and mysterious.
Such witchcraft to them of fright
Puts them to good reactions
Harmless to a passer-by
Helpful to a set of events.
It was taught by a Master
His mind is only existence.
We walk about caught unawares
Then he finishes my sentence
And with the magic he has
He twists the day as we go.
For that I could kiss his head
It impresses me so.
#love
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There exists no place
There exists no place
Outside the Lord's grip -
From the outposts of space
To the eclipse of a pit -
He's never far away.
Outside the Lord's grip -
From the outposts of space
To the eclipse of a pit -
He's never far away.
#God
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You want to requite my love;
You want to requite my love;
You already have with a ring
And many years of life
So this I command you to bring:
A bouquet of chocolate flowers
Each with a nice, dark button
Comparable to your eyes
And a fragrance as divine.
Put it together with care
Tape it inconspicuously
Present it when Im caught unawares
And you have hours to give me.
Such a bouquet bright and simple
As native as the mourning dove
Would be a challenge worthwhile
Your time and your love.
You already have with a ring
And many years of life
So this I command you to bring:
A bouquet of chocolate flowers
Each with a nice, dark button
Comparable to your eyes
And a fragrance as divine.
Put it together with care
Tape it inconspicuously
Present it when Im caught unawares
And you have hours to give me.
Such a bouquet bright and simple
As native as the mourning dove
Would be a challenge worthwhile
Your time and your love.
#love
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The Elusive Lady
The Moon became quietly jealous
One night when I surveyed Venus.
The usual glory reserved for her
Went to the dancer with Perseus.
At first, she passed for a star
Sparkling high above a church roof
But as she moved down further -
Her ample speed gave proof.
Outgoing clouds didn't shroud
The evening sky of cerulean blue.
Enchanted, I stayed around
To observe her quick rendezvous.
Fair Venus shined like a jewel -
Like one worthy to be set in a ring.
Because she was so beautiful -
She...
One night when I surveyed Venus.
The usual glory reserved for her
Went to the dancer with Perseus.
At first, she passed for a star
Sparkling high above a church roof
But as she moved down further -
Her ample speed gave proof.
Outgoing clouds didn't shroud
The evening sky of cerulean blue.
Enchanted, I stayed around
To observe her quick rendezvous.
Fair Venus shined like a jewel -
Like one worthy to be set in a ring.
Because she was so beautiful -
She...
#moon
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Happy eyes do not need the sun
Happy eyes do not need the sun
For they, like yours, have a light of their own
A cutting light the demons shun
That confesses to a kind, ageless soul.
Brown upon brown, they draw me in;
I cant look away nor could I leave
One who burns with a burning passion
With an innocence I dare not displease
And when I look into your eyes
My loneliness is burnt to a dry ember.
I know your happiness derives
From within and they who see remember.
Shine for others, shine for me
But don't forget that...
For they, like yours, have a light of their own
A cutting light the demons shun
That confesses to a kind, ageless soul.
Brown upon brown, they draw me in;
I cant look away nor could I leave
One who burns with a burning passion
With an innocence I dare not displease
And when I look into your eyes
My loneliness is burnt to a dry ember.
I know your happiness derives
From within and they who see remember.
Shine for others, shine for me
But don't forget that...
#love
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I see the green of the desert
I see the green of the desert
That overcomes the brown
Clinging to ground and water
And with gentle affection
It might reveal some color
Like a yellow persuasion.
I feel the fermenting sun
Calling out the vultures
That fly with a heart of one.
I sense the black jaguars stare
Eyes that have a thirst for blood
And those teeth a gnashing lair.
I smell blood in the wind
When death captures its prey
And in birth when life tries again.
I hear the cicadas buzz
Drowning in...
That overcomes the brown
Clinging to ground and water
And with gentle affection
It might reveal some color
Like a yellow persuasion.
I feel the fermenting sun
Calling out the vultures
That fly with a heart of one.
I sense the black jaguars stare
Eyes that have a thirst for blood
And those teeth a gnashing lair.
I smell blood in the wind
When death captures its prey
And in birth when life tries again.
I hear the cicadas buzz
Drowning in...
#nature
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With a spurn of yellow and a shout
With a spurn of yellow and a shout
A lone Mexican poppy
Aside the mountain path
Caught my meandering eye.
How diminutive was its stem
And so few were its petals
Nevertheless smart with poison
As it stood there tranquil.
For one whos loud in color
I warned the little poppy
Its not good to be popular
For you can be plucked easily.
A lone Mexican poppy
Aside the mountain path
Caught my meandering eye.
How diminutive was its stem
And so few were its petals
Nevertheless smart with poison
As it stood there tranquil.
For one whos loud in color
I warned the little poppy
Its not good to be popular
For you can be plucked easily.
#flowers
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What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffs
What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffs
Where cacti and mescals dare to abide!
Here and there, dozens of petroglyphs
Decorating the canyon may be espied.
In large nesting circles neatly drawn
In evaporating wisps and bold squares
In a sun to give thanks for every dawn
In little starbursts and stick figures
In a deer, in an eagle looking strong
In a war scene kept by the ancients
It remains unsaid time is not long
But to a murky end, everything drifts.
Where cacti and mescals dare to abide!
Here and there, dozens of petroglyphs
Decorating the canyon may be espied.
In large nesting circles neatly drawn
In evaporating wisps and bold squares
In a sun to give thanks for every dawn
In little starbursts and stick figures
In a deer, in an eagle looking strong
In a war scene kept by the ancients
It remains unsaid time is not long
But to a murky end, everything drifts.
#fate
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Glowing by the moonlight pallor
Glowing by the moonlight pallor
Are the circles of coyote eyes
Hovering above ground - pair by pair -
Wandering like restless sprights
Seeking for one who's lost their way.
Their banter touches my heartbeat;
My stunted breath rolls out - and I -
I'm glad for their roving company
Near my small chasm where I hide -
But not lost - just gone astray.
Are the circles of coyote eyes
Hovering above ground - pair by pair -
Wandering like restless sprights
Seeking for one who's lost their way.
Their banter touches my heartbeat;
My stunted breath rolls out - and I -
I'm glad for their roving company
Near my small chasm where I hide -
But not lost - just gone astray.
#nature
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eight doves on a wire
eight doves on a wire
together
friends on bar stools
together
friends on bar stools
#animals
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Behold the marvelous wildflowers!
Behold the marvelous wildflowers!
How they boldly carpet a sloping glen
Our gift from Earths seasonal showers.
Hardly is the desert recognizable
Come March to an untrained eye when
Spring has announced herself in full
Except for occasional saguaros
The perennial observers to this annual display
Perched on the precarious ledge they chose.
Penstemon and globe mallow are in glee;
Even the palo verdes celebrate
By showering the ground with yellow confetti.
How they boldly carpet a sloping glen
Our gift from Earths seasonal showers.
Hardly is the desert recognizable
Come March to an untrained eye when
Spring has announced herself in full
Except for occasional saguaros
The perennial observers to this annual display
Perched on the precarious ledge they chose.
Penstemon and globe mallow are in glee;
Even the palo verdes celebrate
By showering the ground with yellow confetti.
#spring
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