Submissions by AmyMMosier (Amy Michelle Mosier)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing during the Great Recession. That time turned into a hidden blessing. After becoming re-employed, I kept writing. My themes are always inspirational, colors, love, desert or Christian.
I have lived a hundred different lives -
I have lived a hundred different lives -
Each as different as water is to stone.
I have dreamed a few far-away dreams
To discover that they were mine alone.
I have felt at times a trace of love
But was shown again that theirs was untrue.
I have often tried to bury the past
To find that it rarely stays inhumed.
I gave life to undeserving powers
But I was too late in retaking it.
I have seen the glory of success
But it was not my own to celebrate.
I have thrown my rage at the hailstorm
Then retreated quickly to a burrow.
I...
Each as different as water is to stone.
I have dreamed a few far-away dreams
To discover that they were mine alone.
I have felt at times a trace of love
But was shown again that theirs was untrue.
I have often tried to bury the past
To find that it rarely stays inhumed.
I gave life to undeserving powers
But I was too late in retaking it.
I have seen the glory of success
But it was not my own to celebrate.
I have thrown my rage at the hailstorm
Then retreated quickly to a burrow.
I...
#fate
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a little frog
a little frog
sits on a warm rock
busy relaxing
sits on a warm rock
busy relaxing
#haiku
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a stalactite gleams
a stalactite gleams
black water drips
the only sound
black water drips
the only sound
#haiku
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On wisps of hope alone -
On wisps of hope alone -
Love cannot soar
For hope quickly goes -
Returning at some hour.
It needs a pair of wings
To up and away
When it seems resigned
To an uncertain fate.
It needs a fresh wind
Flowing strong yet soft -
Once and again -
Bearing love aloft.
It needs a prayer or so
For when trials arise -
A work of the Holy Ghost
And faith might suffice.
I'm a beast of the field
And you - a crane.
Spare me, love, a wing
So I can meet you halfway.
Love cannot soar
For hope quickly goes -
Returning at some hour.
It needs a pair of wings
To up and away
When it seems resigned
To an uncertain fate.
It needs a fresh wind
Flowing strong yet soft -
Once and again -
Bearing love aloft.
It needs a prayer or so
For when trials arise -
A work of the Holy Ghost
And faith might suffice.
I'm a beast of the field
And you - a crane.
Spare me, love, a wing
So I can meet you halfway.
#love
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Love is many, Water is many
Love is many, Water is many
And flows aplenty
But Fire is one
And consumes until gone
All but purity.
If to each other we belong
And we’re to stay strong
Then feel the fever
And douse with ether;
Purify the bond.
And flows aplenty
But Fire is one
And consumes until gone
All but purity.
If to each other we belong
And we’re to stay strong
Then feel the fever
And douse with ether;
Purify the bond.
#love
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I know a place of silence
I know a place of silence
Where one can roam about -
Touch the height of peace
And watch the morning crown.
It's a place well-hidden -
Where no worry survives -
Where no thoughts break in
And living hope abides -
Where seraphs may be found
And joy is my raiment -
Where clouds meet the ground
And keep the dewy haven.
It's under mesquite trees -
Over their medusan roots
And in mellow sun rays
And their assuring proofs.
It's by the pale mescals -
Under some tender stalk -
Between granite boulders
In...
Where one can roam about -
Touch the height of peace
And watch the morning crown.
It's a place well-hidden -
Where no worry survives -
Where no thoughts break in
And living hope abides -
Where seraphs may be found
And joy is my raiment -
Where clouds meet the ground
And keep the dewy haven.
It's under mesquite trees -
Over their medusan roots
And in mellow sun rays
And their assuring proofs.
It's by the pale mescals -
Under some tender stalk -
Between granite boulders
In...
#nature
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If ever we tarry apart a spell
If ever we tarry apart a spell
Because circumstance conspired with fate
Remember all our days for your heart's sake;
Remember and wear a little smile.
Keep it as one would a given token
Until in flesh we unite once again.
Because circumstance conspired with fate
Remember all our days for your heart's sake;
Remember and wear a little smile.
Keep it as one would a given token
Until in flesh we unite once again.
#bittersweet
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Our Sun imprints heavy July
Our Sun imprints heavy July
Upon a crimson sunset.
The first star I see in the west
Brings with it a cobalt sigh ...
Upon a crimson sunset.
The first star I see in the west
Brings with it a cobalt sigh ...
#summer
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a white-powdered landscape
a white-powdered landscape
sunbeams illuminate
nothing
sunbeams illuminate
nothing
#haiku
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Sweet Crickets
Sweet crickets, the tune
You’re playing tempts me to sleep.
By your tune, I will drift off
Better to a place dark and deep.
The low moon and toads
As well as I are your audience.
Why, even the saguaro blooms
Have opened with interest!
The night will soon bend over
And kiss my eyelids closed.
From Earth’s port into the sky
Of oblivion, I will go.
But should I judge your tune
To be my favorite solace
Promise me you’ll return
One night to play for me again.
You’re playing tempts me to sleep.
By your tune, I will drift off
Better to a place dark and deep.
The low moon and toads
As well as I are your audience.
Why, even the saguaro blooms
Have opened with interest!
The night will soon bend over
And kiss my eyelids closed.
From Earth’s port into the sky
Of oblivion, I will go.
But should I judge your tune
To be my favorite solace
Promise me you’ll return
One night to play for me again.
#nature
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Dusty roads take me out
Dusty roads take me out
To the furthest reaches -
To places not thought of
Way off highway stretches -
To the rocky vales where
A lonely thrasher calls
And scarcely people hear
His excitable songs -
To where a streamlet flows -
Whatever it be named -
Where a line of hoodoos
See the course slowly change -
To the canyon shadows
I find laudable
To marvel at the rows
Of piñon for awhile -
To where the earth stands still
And the sky rejoices
And every glance I steal
Is bright and...
To the furthest reaches -
To places not thought of
Way off highway stretches -
To the rocky vales where
A lonely thrasher calls
And scarcely people hear
His excitable songs -
To where a streamlet flows -
Whatever it be named -
Where a line of hoodoos
See the course slowly change -
To the canyon shadows
I find laudable
To marvel at the rows
Of piñon for awhile -
To where the earth stands still
And the sky rejoices
And every glance I steal
Is bright and...
#mountains
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marred by insults
marred by insults
the heart heals with time
scar tissue remains
the heart heals with time
scar tissue remains
#haiku
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