Posts
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What is a Poem?
What is a poem?
Well, a poem is a song.
What song?
A lullaby, and the lyrics are your dreams.
A poem is the river rushing, carrying thoughts and words.
A never ending sky, and the caw of a lonely bird.
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Who Is Autumn?
Autumn is a woman with a top hat and golden eyes atop a horse as dark as night.
Autumn is the auburn hills glowing in the light of the harvest moon.
Autumn is the pumpkins and the squash and the nostalgia.
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The Storm Inside
Before the storm,
I see the darkness,
an ominous silhouette on the horizon.
I feel the wind, making the trees sway from side to side,
a gusty swoop of exhilaration.
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Dream song
An obsidian stallion gallops over hills of jade,
crying sapphire tears.
A lunar eclipse in a lavender sky
Enchanted forest with wisps of mist
drifting inside a solarium
Sparks ignite a flame that creates stars, -
Ancestry (Dedicated to my grandparents)
To the ones that came before me,
ancestry, a family tree,
from you to my father, to my mother.
A lifetime of memories
makes a choir.
Though you may have the solo,
there is also a duet,
a trio, -
Last Words from Human to Pale Bear
I see you, Pale Bear,
posing atop a glacier
that is sinking,
your white fur glistening in the pale sunlight of the Arctic
eyes seeing, looking, searching,
for a way to escape.
I see you, Pale Bear,
Loves
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dandelion wishes
little lions
poking up through the sidewalk cracks
little lions
rambling along the sides of hills
little lions
puffy yellow stars shining like the sun
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My Mother: The Earth
I was born in the morning
when the wind's gentle hands
would fly past me- laughing
should we run through the land
I was born as the birds were
under the eaves
of a soothing huckleberry
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I Love the Earth
I love the earth,
The trees,
The plants,
The life.
I love the earth,
The way the bugs buzz
The way the birds chirp,
The way the frogs croak.
I love the earth,
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lost-and-found
come find me
by the backyard forest
and let’s embark
on one last adventure
with no map,
no goal,
no end.
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I get my girlfriend roses
My heart flutters,
My hands shake,
My mind is cluttered
And my face breaks.
But you make it better
Little by little, bit by bit,
Any day with you I forget her
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for my girlfriend, who gets me roses
for my girlfriend who gets me roses,
but not just any plain old red ones,
but flowers in my favorite color,
and she knows that I love them.
for my girlfriend who gets me presents,