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The Swirling Mist

The breeze twitches a loose curl,
kissing the brooks as they purl.
I hear the whisper in my ear -
the message becoming clear:
Obligations around me furl.

It gathers from nowhere.
I want to escape from there.
It sodden the leaves underfoot.
Dusk is falling like soot.
The mist cocoons me here.

Softly it kisses my cheek.
The visibility becoming week.
The swirling mist my protector:
The shifting position vector.
My disposition infernally meek.
© 2012 Suzette Crous

poem by Suzette Crous
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Pearls of Wisdom

SONNET:
Despairing tears shed in the dark - alone.
Hot, round and plump, cascading on cold cheek -
an avalanche for our sins to atone.
Recalling solutions we had to seek.
From every tear shed, grows pearls of wisdom.
An enquiring mind joining in the search.
To hardship we had become accustom'.
Grappling for answers just out of our reach.
We fight for the helm of destination,
over steering on our chosen pathway.
Loosing sight of intended direction,
forgetting to relinquish reigns and pray.
Chances to make a difference - expired
Peace in your heart - soul infinitely tired.
© 2012 Suzette Crous

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From tears shed in the dark
grow pearls of wisdom -
round and plump,
cascading on cold cheeks.

Denying the broken dreams
of long forgotten youth.
Grappling with the guilt
felt over hard decisions made.

An enquiring mind searching
for the elusive truth -
only just out of reach.
Rejecting the answers at hand
and formulating excuses.

Your chance to make a difference
had long ago expired.
You reluctantly accept
the inevitable.
Peace within your heart.
© 2012 Suzette Crous

poem by Suzette Crous
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Stone, Mirror and Mist

Stone, mirror and mist;
All enrapture me.
I can’t resist
Time’s trinity.

As I try in the mirror
To change the stone,
Mist draws nearer
Till I can’t see on my own.

Then I turn my attention
To the mirror at hand;
Stone in mind, but not mention;
Mist shifting like sand.

I battle the mirror.
There can be only one.
When image is clearer
I’ll know I have won.

Only then will mist clear.
Stone will have no say.
A bygone will be fear
And I’ll be on my way.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Writing On The Wall

When you see the writing on life's stark wall,
do not let other's opinions hold sway.
Life wouldn't give you lights to prevent a fall -
No green, amber or red to flag your way.
Through life's busy highways we navigate.
Warnings there might be; as well as guidance.
These customs and lessons taught, we will rate
and heed, even if it our hearts should lance.
We pay the price for the choices we make.
None will step up and own up to his advice.
None will dry our tears for those we've forsake.
In ignorance we rolled the loaded dice.
Rightly or wrongly: Dare to still walk tall.
The writing is on our life's whitewashed wall!
© 2012 Suzette Crous

poem by Suzette Crous
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Ode to Persephone and Gwydion

Moon rise high above the sky
Light shine
Down
Mist floating in the air
Breeze rustling the leaves
Blowing
Sending them on there way
Moon light eliminate
The hidden
The dark
Show the path
For a journey to start
A whisper
A breeze
Winter’s arising on the dusk
A message of renewal
Death
Natures end to another year
Another time
Slips away
Silent’s stalks the night
Dawn
A new beginning
A past end
Sleep
Reawaken when spring arrives
Life
Coming back to the Earth
A cycle completed
A mystical journey’s end

(2: 23 a.m.11/4/08)

poem by James Strachota
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Golden Autumn

The soft sunlight bathes
the last of the flowers.
The gentle sea breeze
kisses the branches,
releasing the sensual
scent of the lavender bush.

I'm drinking in the
moment - savouring it.
It spills over into
pleasant past memories:
People whom I've known
and warmly loved.

I reach out to an illusion
of strong emotions conjured
by the senses. Knowing it
will be lost as soon as
I try to capture it again.
Standing still now. Satisfied.

Autumn is slowing me down
to an enforced slower pace.
It is nature's way to ensure
that I savour every moment
left to me - no rush.
My life golden like the leaves.

poem by Suzette Crous
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Ocean Mist, This One Blurs Me, Misty Eyed On The Beach

well here we are,
in the middle of this ocean
of our respective
existences,

you are on your own
now,
i sail too,
this trip of mine
we catch a
glimpse
of the coming rain, the clouds thickening
over the sea
the horizon blurring
with mists,

like cold smoke
rising from the ice
of our glass filled
with sparkling
wine

we are in this foggy
part of
our thinking
you puzzle me
i like to think some more

who can you be
now infected by
yours truly
writing poetry
as you hide
in the thick ocean mist

blue haze
above salt
reducing
visibility

let nature spray some more
mist
like perfume in her handkerchief

dim like some dead stars
and darken
this universe
obscure the moon
blur my senses
i will try
seeing you
and your shadow
sweet
to my expectancies
of a disciple
draining some thoughts
of your past

let the mist of ignorance
dissolve in sunshine
let the haze of our eyes
clear a little bit
with our touch
to the truth
suspend impression
like liquid in gas

pour more liquor
over cracked ice
so i can have a
good sense of
your blue mist

a vaporizer can do more
adding moisture
to the air we want
to breathe
these harsh times
rain in very fine drops;

drizzle, do not fizzle
diffuse yourself finely
like a jet of water

replacing what humanity
lost

let us moisten with mist
this dryness of our
own distant worlds

ocean mist
i have a name, it is put alive
in the serving of
ice cubes on clear glass
soon hear the voices
of cracks

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The mist

Here in Springs the mist hangs in the mornings
almost like the Cape’s winter rain
that draws a grey cloak over almost every thing.

At sunrise the street lamps glow amber
and here and there a light is on in a house
and I hear a car, hooting goodbye.

When I walk on the grass
the water rises through my shoes
and leaves tracks along the driveway.

Flowers in colours of ruby red,
shades of pink to purple
and pure white are stringed in between the leaves

and as if every thing is fresh and new
water runs like drops of dew
down from the leaves.

The mist closes every thing off,
surrounds things, into an own world
where visibility is at times
just meters far.

Still the missing
that I have of you
is something with a greater intensity,

no sun early in the morning
burns away,
the being away that divides us.

There’s nothing clearing up this missing
but to talk with you,
better still to have you here.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Kissy, Kissy

Kissing you was cold and messy!
What is worse, I caught the flu

Kissing him was warm as bliss,
so thrilling that my heartbeat missed!

Kissing her was short and sweet,
I missed her mouth and kissed her cheek.

I've had such a funny week
all kisses with no time to speak!

poem by Ruth Walters
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Get The Message

(eric carmen)
Recorded by cyrus erie
Epic 10451 / 1969
Weve been goin together so long
Cant you feel that theres somethin wrong?
You only take me half way there,
Come on (come on)
Come on (come on)
We cant go on this way
While theres nothin more to say
Get the message
(come on now, come on now)
Get the message
(come on now, come on now)
Can you hear me? can you clear me?
Get the message
My bedroom walls been scaled of late
So often its become my friend
But these great lows are what Ive got to end
Come on (come on)
Come on (come on)
We cant go on this way
One more hour, one more day
Get the message
(come on, now)
(come on, now)
Get the message
(come on, now)
(come on, now)
Can you hear me? can you clear me?
Get the message
Come on (come on)
Come on (come on)
We cant go on this way
One more hour, one more day
Get the message
(come on, now)
(come on, now)
Get the message
(come on, now)
(come on, now)
Can you hear me? can you clear me?
Get the message
(come on, now)
(come on, now)
Can you hear me? can you clear me?
Get the message

song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Illusions

As a mist gathers
on the ocean
the sun warms

you blush.!

a tide sweeps in
hitting the shore
your face in the
waves

you smile.!

the sun brightly
shines
in the heat

you melt.!

A breeze grabs a
leaf
whirls it away

you fly.!

a violent storm
gathers in the
clouds

you float away.

poem by Heather Burns
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Sacred Ibis

the sacred ibis
flocking on the parapet
she used to live there
I still hear my daughter's laugh
emigrated to other climes

poem by Suzette Crous
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Nameless, Formless, Shapeless

Nameless, formless, shapeless
A fog in the brain
A mist in the eyes
Yet in the heart what vulcan flames
From the interior magma rise and leap!

So poetry is born, my poetry
So my lines arise
The genealogy of my lines lies in the fog and mist
And in the leap-flames in the heart!

By spurts, and then after the spurt
An interval of dejection
Fog and mist and blank
And then of sudden
The light shines at the end of a tunnel
The heart-pump leaps
Fanned by the bellows of the interior magma
That rises and leaps, that pumps and leaps!

So the flower unwinds itself
From its night-cover:
When the dews and the cold drops
Of the oncoming night its veins will freeze
And fast its leaves and petals curl.

So the flower arises from the seed
So the flower arises on its stem
So the stem arises through the soil

Fog and mist and blank
And a heart that bellows
And fans its pump
When numbed and frozen seems
The blue petal of day at touch of dusk.

poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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The Mist Will Clear

The mist will clear, have no doubt
Surely the sun is going to come out
If you are intent and eager to hear
Its rays in your ears will softly whisper
“It won’t remain ashen, the sky will be blue
A new day is brewed just for you! ”
Warm tea on table, papers unfurled
You get going for news of the world
Refreshed once more, with hope your eyes gleam
Yesterday is nothing but a forgotten dream
You are revived, ready to spread wing
Geared for the new, different something!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Kissing You

And I cant believe its real
I cant believe its you
Cant believe its happening
Cant believe its true
And I cant believe that you are here with me
And I am here with you
Softly kissing you
Forever kissing you
Kissing you
And I cant believe my eyes
I dont know what to do
Cant believe you are mine
Nor that Im lying here with you
And I cant believe youre making love with me
And Im making it with you
Softly kissing you
Forever kissing you
Kissing you
Through the night
I feel fire
And theres nothin but you in my mind
As you quench me all of my desires
And I melt in ecstasy
And I cant believe its real
Cant believe its true
Cant believe that you chose me
When I was choosing you
And I cant believe that you are here with me
And I am here with you
Softly kissing you
Forever kissing you
Oh gently kissing you
Kissing you
Kissing you
Kissing you

song performed by by Faith Evans
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A Wisp Of Mist

Was that a wisp of mist I saw, swirling across the lawn,
Drifting through the shrubbery, this early November’s dawn.
Frost had gathered on the grass, making it all crisp and white,
And so a chilly day has shown a vision of delight.

Winter’s fingers are moving and the land begins to freeze,
Dressed in a silver blanket by nature’s great expertise.
Icy world of sparkle, a unique transformation seen,
As a wisp of mist goes swirling slowly across the green.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Mist Of Time

Mist of Time

Do not spill my blood
On wasteland
Do not bury my last scream
In a grave.
I will walk softly
Across the screen leave no trace
Just a whisper… and
In years to come you will hear
An echo, recalling my name.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Weather Forecasts

Grey October skies in London Town
When mist and fog abound
Look dull and grey to everyone,
And no one wants to go around.

With the air dank in the mist,
As dampness covers all around,
It may be dangerous to walk
On wet leaves covering the ground.

The mist and clouds take long to clear,
It may linger for some time,
It needs the sun to warm the air,
Which may not happen till lunchtime.

The Forecast is for weather bright,
“The Sun will shine today.”
Do we believe all we hear
In forecasts Day and Night?

The Weathermen do not know all,
A Forecast is only a view,
Based on Facts and on what has been,
With hopes that their view will become true.

© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 17 October 2005

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Mist and Tears

There's a mist that's forming
over the trees I see.
The sight of it forming
does something to me.
It blurs the vision
in my ageing eyes.
It dulls my senses
and I realize that
mist and tears
that quickly form
are for me the silence
before the storm.

Ah! the storm I say
is making its way
into my wakefulness
on every day.
There's no way to escape
this enveloping mist
unless I feel that
I've just been kissed
by you.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Supermoon

The black waves are sparkling
with diamonds, as the tide rises.
The super moon is ever drawing
me into its magical power.
The trajectory it takes, brings it
closest to my world. Phenomenal!
It softly bathes me in its beams -
its virginal cheek turned to me.
I want to reach up and stroke
the sensually velvet surface.

I don't want to think on another
night when the moon shone
this intensely and brightly
and wild cats darted amongst
the cold rocks on the beach.
I don't want to remember
your passionate Judas kiss -
I didn't know that your heart
belonged to someone else.
The moon: the witness of betrayal.

poem by Suzette Crous
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Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves, in the trees
Falling to the ground
Colors of many, in the breeze
Of red and orange and brown.
Rainbow parks in the dark
Moonlight shimmers down
On the leaves, from the trees
Falling to the ground.
Lovers walk, hear them talk
To where Children played
See the beauty, and feel the warmth
From where nature stayed.
Barren trees, forgotten leaves
Another year gone by
All alone from a breeze
As the lovers softly cry.
Autumn leaves from the trees
Lying, on the ground
See the beauty, feel the warmth
And hear, autumns sound.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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