Spring Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#spring
Easterlies
A lone crow perched on a breeze bobbing bough
clutching it like a floatation device
with every bit of its feathered know-how
foundering on high like a sacrifice,
to Eurus, and full afternoon sun,
blasting glory to every dancing tree
in sky blue by the cerulean ton,
and freshest barometric liberty!
Soon enough, the crow abandoned its post
to flotsam away on knackered wings
perhaps seeking a branch, not so utmost,
or to scratch the grass for edible things.
Fare thee well, oh breeze...
clutching it like a floatation device
with every bit of its feathered know-how
foundering on high like a sacrifice,
to Eurus, and full afternoon sun,
blasting glory to every dancing tree
in sky blue by the cerulean ton,
and freshest barometric liberty!
Soon enough, the crow abandoned its post
to flotsam away on knackered wings
perhaps seeking a branch, not so utmost,
or to scratch the grass for edible things.
Fare thee well, oh breeze...
#sky
#spring
#sun
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april songs: journey of life 2
april song 02: elemental
journey of a thousand footsteps,
man conceived as living soul;
concept of superior concepts:
what would he write on the scroll?
he could write a script for living
in his earthen universe,
lest binge-taking and stinge-giving
change his blessing to a curse.
he could write a script for dying,
if he understood that life
must soon, in the grave, be lying
‘neath old, cold grim reaper’s knife.
he cannot rescind the order
of his freewill compromise
who makes void the sovereign...
journey of a thousand footsteps,
man conceived as living soul;
concept of superior concepts:
what would he write on the scroll?
he could write a script for living
in his earthen universe,
lest binge-taking and stinge-giving
change his blessing to a curse.
he could write a script for dying,
if he understood that life
must soon, in the grave, be lying
‘neath old, cold grim reaper’s knife.
he cannot rescind the order
of his freewill compromise
who makes void the sovereign...
#spring
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024
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april songs: journey of life 1
april song 01: conceptual
concept of Almighty Father,
more conceptual than mere thought;
for I Am is greater, farther,
whom we know not as we ought.
dust there was upon the new earth,
light there was at His command;
formed He of the dust the true-birth
of His image, by His Hand.
journey of a thousand footsteps,
man conceived as living soul;
concept of superior concepts:
what would he write on the scroll?
would his scribble be of eden
or his ink blot of the heathen?
© Copyright 2024 March...
concept of Almighty Father,
more conceptual than mere thought;
for I Am is greater, farther,
whom we know not as we ought.
dust there was upon the new earth,
light there was at His command;
formed He of the dust the true-birth
of His image, by His Hand.
journey of a thousand footsteps,
man conceived as living soul;
concept of superior concepts:
what would he write on the scroll?
would his scribble be of eden
or his ink blot of the heathen?
© Copyright 2024 March...
#spring
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Positivity Spring
I sit here drinking coffee
from my ladybug cup
Trying hard to just wake up
My dog is in his favorite spot
Patrolling trespassers and the lot
What I had dreamed I just forgot
Now that daybreak has arrived
I thank God we are still alive
At my window the robin sings
Promising so much joy from Spring
And all the possibilities it brings
from my ladybug cup
Trying hard to just wake up
My dog is in his favorite spot
Patrolling trespassers and the lot
What I had dreamed I just forgot
Now that daybreak has arrived
I thank God we are still alive
At my window the robin sings
Promising so much joy from Spring
And all the possibilities it brings
#birds
#spring
#nature #uplifting
#nature #uplifting
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Before the Sigh
Before the Sigh
Spent the morning listening to Hurley,
reading Simons, inhaling Salt,
stretching in sheets where white light pours through.
The sky painter has returned from his sabbatical.
He says 'We are all dying," and I smile,
as the Sun tests out the idea of gloaming,
escapes through a canvas still stained upon his palm,
she is no longer grains of sand and old embers.
Clouds rush by as if one can't brush fast enough against the other,
mouths on mouths of plush, lightly crushed rain.
It's wet. Crows call out to...
Spent the morning listening to Hurley,
reading Simons, inhaling Salt,
stretching in sheets where white light pours through.
The sky painter has returned from his sabbatical.
He says 'We are all dying," and I smile,
as the Sun tests out the idea of gloaming,
escapes through a canvas still stained upon his palm,
she is no longer grains of sand and old embers.
Clouds rush by as if one can't brush fast enough against the other,
mouths on mouths of plush, lightly crushed rain.
It's wet. Crows call out to...
#sun
#sky
#spring #dawn
#spring #dawn
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Frostbitten
Awoke, amid my heart, found frosting quick
Unknowing as to when I fell asleep
From winter solstice ice chill gathered thick
Supine among the alpines, eyelids creep
With crystalline-based breathless pleas to Him
As liquid past reminds to me old love
But changing winds bring forth, behind a scrim
A thawing sun, ignites to sky above
And spring brings blood red warmth to this dead heart
Lost love recalls in present veins to flow
Abundance melts steel future to depart
Into the past and fade away as snow
Just as the Winter's grip gives...
Unknowing as to when I fell asleep
From winter solstice ice chill gathered thick
Supine among the alpines, eyelids creep
With crystalline-based breathless pleas to Him
As liquid past reminds to me old love
But changing winds bring forth, behind a scrim
A thawing sun, ignites to sky above
And spring brings blood red warmth to this dead heart
Lost love recalls in present veins to flow
Abundance melts steel future to depart
Into the past and fade away as snow
Just as the Winter's grip gives...
#love
#winter
#spring
#sonnet
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Hymn to Brigid
Ask her
where those wells touch sunlight;
where water kisses fragrant air
bursting with daisies, sweet honeysuckle
where she guides ink in heathen hands
pressed against warm sheets of paper,
word becoming thought,
thought becoming deed, and deed
becoming reason in humble retreat.
Ask her
where Celtic blood quakes in the eaves
of an oak-bound house, where children
gather around Mother’s milk, a fire roars,
part faith, part God in the arms
of the hopeless. She moves ...
where those wells touch sunlight;
where water kisses fragrant air
bursting with daisies, sweet honeysuckle
where she guides ink in heathen hands
pressed against warm sheets of paper,
word becoming thought,
thought becoming deed, and deed
becoming reason in humble retreat.
Ask her
where Celtic blood quakes in the eaves
of an oak-bound house, where children
gather around Mother’s milk, a fire roars,
part faith, part God in the arms
of the hopeless. She moves ...
#spring
#pagan
#Britain
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With Spring's Blessing
With Spring comes many blessings
The time has come for new beginnings
Plants bursting with blooms
Mild temperatures when all things are green
It's time for picnics at the springs
Motorcycle rides and skateboarding
How I look forward to the Spring
And all of the blessings nature brings
The time has come for new beginnings
Plants bursting with blooms
Mild temperatures when all things are green
It's time for picnics at the springs
Motorcycle rides and skateboarding
How I look forward to the Spring
And all of the blessings nature brings
#spring
#nature
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Merry Spring
I write when beauties step into my heart
and when the Muse unveils her very art.
I write when to a wonder, my soul leaps
and when the warmest of bliss is spilled heaps.
I write when Nature reigns and sends her scent
and when allured to my Self give vent.
That’s Euterpe of music and beauty
full, overflowing many a ruby.
And when poetry, a gift that beguiles
drifting, with no anchor, into the wilds.
And when in life, breezes merge with the storms
highest Selves emerge above bonds and norms.
And what is to the heart precious and dear ...
and when the Muse unveils her very art.
I write when to a wonder, my soul leaps
and when the warmest of bliss is spilled heaps.
I write when Nature reigns and sends her scent
and when allured to my Self give vent.
That’s Euterpe of music and beauty
full, overflowing many a ruby.
And when poetry, a gift that beguiles
drifting, with no anchor, into the wilds.
And when in life, breezes merge with the storms
highest Selves emerge above bonds and norms.
And what is to the heart precious and dear ...
#love
#spring
#humankind #WritingPoetry
#humankind #WritingPoetry
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Frozen in my cocoon
Late days sky,
Cloudy, and peering through the leaves
Winds, strong, but welcome from the Arizona heat
Wind through the Palo Verdes makes a wall of sounds
Crickets singing,
joining in harmonic convergence in my Desert, that is silently loud
Loneliness pulled from the air, a forever sound never heard
The three snowflakes and a winter leave,
They are wonderful, forming out of nowhere
Cool night blowing,
Sounds of Tucsonan stirrings
Coyote howls, Javelina grunting, picking up olives and fruits
a bat flies low, the sound of wings...
Cloudy, and peering through the leaves
Winds, strong, but welcome from the Arizona heat
Wind through the Palo Verdes makes a wall of sounds
Crickets singing,
joining in harmonic convergence in my Desert, that is silently loud
Loneliness pulled from the air, a forever sound never heard
The three snowflakes and a winter leave,
They are wonderful, forming out of nowhere
Cool night blowing,
Sounds of Tucsonan stirrings
Coyote howls, Javelina grunting, picking up olives and fruits
a bat flies low, the sound of wings...
#winter
#spring
#narrative
#nostalgia
#dawn
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The Rising...
Easter is a fabulous time of year
Spring is in the air
Sun shines bright
Flowers bloom
It's feeling fresh
But something isn't right
For someone is dying, lying on a cross
He is in hell and no one can help
He is carrying the burden
The weight of our sins
But with death comes life
A sense of beginning
Renewal
Salvation
Starting over
The best part of Easter is...
Knowing he has risen
Born again
A man you can't put down
After your resurrection
You reigned for forty days - ...
Spring is in the air
Sun shines bright
Flowers bloom
It's feeling fresh
But something isn't right
For someone is dying, lying on a cross
He is in hell and no one can help
He is carrying the burden
The weight of our sins
But with death comes life
A sense of beginning
Renewal
Salvation
Starting over
The best part of Easter is...
Knowing he has risen
Born again
A man you can't put down
After your resurrection
You reigned for forty days - ...
#love
#hope
#spring
#Easter
#Christian
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THE TRUTH OF SPRING
Time ticks faster for winter
For what's left of it,
Soon will disappear
Two seasons that bond in a locket.
Spring slowly forms a ring
Around many fields
Posies, posies as birds chirp and sing
Miles of soft warmth to blossom hills
Trees swift and dance
Leaves rhythm with winds breeze
An immaculate nominance
That triggers a serenity, Reese.
Pastels that enrich nature's touch
Easter is soon to transition its true colors
That is promised to us through Jesus's cross
Teaching us Faith,...
For what's left of it,
Soon will disappear
Two seasons that bond in a locket.
Spring slowly forms a ring
Around many fields
Posies, posies as birds chirp and sing
Miles of soft warmth to blossom hills
Trees swift and dance
Leaves rhythm with winds breeze
An immaculate nominance
That triggers a serenity, Reese.
Pastels that enrich nature's touch
Easter is soon to transition its true colors
That is promised to us through Jesus's cross
Teaching us Faith,...
#winter
#spring
#Easter #God
#Easter #God
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