Seven Forty - Seven-ed Ponds
Incidental footprints of your journey
Mirrored olives, blues and strings of white
So many caught in busied travel delight
Olive-d peace in reflection-ed stills
Perfect illusions highlighted - capture
Your wanderings digitized ripples
Pastoral beauty applied to canvas
Floating above, sipping spirits refreshment
Cotton candied lateral landscapes flow
Contrails significant in their passing
Destinations unique for silver
Winged tube’s residential occupants
Mornings early shore prints reveal hoof prints
Over near the cattails a young deer drinks
In your journey… quenching a long nights thirst
(Mountaintop Pond, Tennessee
October 27,2006)
Selected for the 2008 Edition of the Literary Journal 'The Emancipator'.
poem by Debora Short
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~.~ Seven Forty Seven-ed Ponds
Incidental footprints of your journey
Mirrored olives, blues and strings of white
So many caught in busied travel delight
Olive-d peace in reflection-ed stills
Perfect illusions highlighted - capture
Your wanderings digitized ripples
Pastoral beauty applied to canvas
Floating above, sipping spirits refreshment
Cotton candied lateral landscapes flow
Contrails significant in their passing
Destinations unique for silver
Winged tube’s residential occupants
Mornings early shore prints reveal hoof prints
Over near the cattails a young deer drinks
In your journey… quenching a long nights thirst
(Mountaintop Pond, Tennessee
October 27,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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Seven - forty Seven-ed Ponds
Incidental footprints of your journey
Mirrored olives, blues and strings of white
So many caught in busied travel delight
Olive-d peace in reflection-ed stills
Perfect illusions highlighted - capture
Your wanderings digitized ripples
Pastoral beauty applied to canvas
Floating above, sipping spirits refreshment
Cotton candied lateral landscapes flow
Contrails significant in their passing
Destinations unique for silver
Winged tube’s residential occupants
Mornings early shore prints reveal hoof prints
Over near the cattails a young deer drinks
In your journey… quenching a long nights thirst
(Mountaintop Pond, Tennessee
October 27,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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A Single Snowflake
One among billions
Unique silver crystal
Floating
In a turquoise sky
Until,
Its journey ends,
Pierced upon
A green blade,
Where
It slowly melts
Depositing
A unique silver tear.
poem by Paul Holmes
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Two Rivulets
TWO Rivulets side by side,
Two blended, parallel, strolling tides,
Companions, travelers, gossiping as they journey.
For the Eternal Ocean bound,
These ripples, passing surges, streams of Death and Life,
Object and Subject hurrying, whirling by,
The Real and Ideal,
Alternate ebb and flow the Days and Nights,
(Strands of a Trio twining, Present, Future, Past.)
In You, whoe'er you are, my book perusing, 10
In I myself--in all the World--these ripples flow,
All, all, toward the mystic Ocean tending.
(O yearnful waves! the kisses of your lips!
Your breast so broad, with open arms, O firm, expanded shore!)
poem by Walt Whitman
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Life And Time
if life is a book, then time is pen--writing pages of life journey;
if life is a piece of white paper, then time is color--painting more colorful life journey;
if life is a long river, then time is surging waves--pushing forward of life journey;
if life is a tree, then time is pieces of green leaves--enriching life journey;
if life is a door, then time is just the key--opening new start of life journey;
if life is a cup of coffee, then time is a bag of condiments--flavoring into life journey;
if life is a scene of tv play, then time is nameless leading role in it--performing its own speical and unique life journey;
if life is a oil painting, then time is its palette--rendering life journey;
if life is a fast horse, then time is its running greenland--carrying load of life journey;
if life is a greenland, then time is spring rain--moisturing nutrition of life journey
...........
this is ur own life, a life which only belong to ur own, ur sepcial and unique one.......
poem by Flying Heart
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Love reunited
A long journey passing in this two love
individual, the essence that has been gone
for a long time to be with someone who
truly love.
The passing time moves in a different way,
the long rocky road, the wave of every journey
the process of learning of things happening around
control and uncontrol by itself. the distance,
the substance, the destiny belong by its journey
that they travel, a long experience to
determine the genuine feeling to someone
that never been change, that never been forgotten,
that never been lost in every step of the way
turning and circling of time.
Every journey it takes that gives meaning
to grow, to become, to recognize the details,
to value the implication of things in the past,
the present and in the future ahead of life.
'Till we meet again, to start a new, to live with you
in a satisfying love and meaning of a good life.
I will embrace the beauty of this journey
of a TRUE LOVE.
Copyright (c) Jocelyn Dunbar
7th of June 2009
1: 34 P.M.
poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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Journey From A Small Place
I think I'll journey out some day to wondrous lands afar,
Or even chart a journey to a distant blazing star.
I make a journey in a paper
A contemplation ink in white field
I make a journey inside the book
Traveling my imagination in the word ocean
I make a journey under the table
A furious food battle on the ground
I make a journey on top of the roof
Transforming myself among the cloud in the sky
I make a journey outside the glass
A different possibility faces on the transparent canvas
I make a journey at the bridge
Clearing the dark shadow with the water current
I make a journey above the tree
An adventure child who never stops to grow
I make a journey over my pillow
Bringing a piece of dream to reality world
poem by Selam G. Sekuar
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Memories and Marks
Foot prints in the sand
Tell their story
Side by side they stood
Right at sunset
As the sun was shining it's last rays
As the silver moon overtook
They kissed
Everything was perfect
Love was everywhere
Happy as could be
They walked
Leaving behind foot prints
A tangible mark
Eventually washed away
By waves of blue
But the memory remains
poem by Autumn Winds
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Journey From Small Place
I make a journey in a paper
A contemplation ink in white field
I make a journey inside the book
Traveling my imagination in the word ocean
I make a journey under the table
A furious food battle on the ground
I make a journey on top of the roof
Transforming myself among the cloud in the sky
I make a journey outside the glass
A different possibility faces on the transparent canvas
I make a journey at the bridge
Clearing the dark shadow with the water current
I make a journey above the tree
An adventure child who never stop to grow
I make a journey over my pillow
Bringing a piece of dream to reality world
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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White Fields
I
In the winter time we go
Walking in the fields of snow;
Where there is no grass at all;
Where the top of every wall,
Every fence, and every tree,
Is as white as white can be.
II
Pointing out the way we came,
-Every one of them the same-
All across the fields there be
Prints in silver filigree;
And our mothers always know,
By the footprints in the snow,
Where it is the children go.
poem by James Stephens
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When I Close My Eyes...
Allowing the tinkling
Romance to dance
Ethereally into eternity
His
Fingers floating,
Caressing spells
Across those ancient ivories
With the inspiration of Chopin
My mood no longer
Entrenched in worldly
Black
And white
Realities
Only
Gentleness
T ickling my soul
Royal peacock feathers
Flirting
And
Charming
In fullest delight
Sipping
Champagne’s
Sweetest bouquet
Inebriating
Lover’s paired - hearts
A shower
Of purest
White
Rose petal’d
Messages
Ensue
The dancer’s
Embrace
Chased
Into magically
Mystical
Ecstasy …
(The Mountaintop Cabin
December 14,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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When I Close My Eyes
Allowing the tinkling
Romance to dance
Ethereally into eternity
His
Fingers floating,
Caressing spells
Across those ancient ivories
With the inspiration of Chopin
My mood no longer
Entrenched in worldly
Black
And white
Realities
Only
Gentleness
T ickling my soul
Royal peacock feathers
Flirting
And
Charming
In fullest delight
Sipping
Champagne’s
Sweetest bouquet
Inebriating
Lover’s paired - hearts
A shower
Of purest
White
Rose petal’d
Messages
Ensue
The dancer’s
Embrace
Chased
Into magically
Mystical
Ecstasy …
(The Mountaintop Cabin
December 14,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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When I Close My Eyes~
Allowing the tinkling
Romance to dance
Ethereally into eternity
His
Fingers floating,
Caressing spells
Across those ancient ivories
With the inspiration of Chopin
My mood no longer
Entrenched in worldly
Black
And white
Realities
Only
Gentleness
T ickling my soul
Royal peacock feathers
Flirting
And
Charming
In fullest delight
Sipping
Champagne’s
Sweetest bouquet
Inebriating
Lover’s paired - hearts
A shower
Of purest
White
Rose petal’d
Messages
Ensue
The dancer’s
Embrace
Chased
Into magically
Mystical
Ecstasy …
(The Mountaintop Cabin
December 14,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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On a long journey of human life, faith is the best of companions it is the best refreshment on the journey and it is the greatest property.
The Watering Can
And, what of those
Petunias gracing
Your new deck
Would they not die
If your hand
Did not carry
His water to
Feed their beauty
(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
August 3,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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The Watering Can...
And, what of those
Petunias gracing
Your new deck
Would they not die
If your hand
Did not carry
His water to
Feed their beauty
(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
August 3,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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You Do Not Walk Alone
you do not walk alone-for the lord is always with us.
you may travel a lonely dark road, and he is always there to guide you.
when we travel a path full of hatred and fear.
' he is always near'.
when we travel the highways and the skys above
' he is there with his love'.
when you find yourself falling and stumbling to the ground.
'turn and look around'.
he is there every step of the way-guiding and showing
us the light of day.
don't ever give up on the journey you take
for your journey may be thousands of steps
till you reach that goal-it's a wonder to behold.
the journey that i speak of-although you may not see.
is the heavenly journey' to eternity'.
poem by Louis Rams
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Spirtual Ethics
'To take the life of self or another'
Never again a journey with sister or brother.
'To be the instigator of physical or mental pain'
A journey as the receiver of the act; time and time again.
'Those who cheat, lie or steal'
A journey of darkness never to see or reveal.
'The abusers of the earthly phsycial form'
A journey when they wished they were never born.
'Those who do not share their earthly treasure'
A journey spent in waiting in a time they cannot measure.
'Those who do wrong and believe it is right'
A long, long journey to see a heavenly sight.
'Those who misuse the gift of power'
A journey that will include an eternal hour.
'Those who fail to give thanks for the gifts of each'
The jorney delayed until some one can teach.
'Failure to offer free expression to God of a love deep within'
The journey will not contain a door for a new life to begin
04-06-06 Aho Speaks
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poem by AHO Speaks
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Long Journey,
long journey,
long the journey,
long the going's,
I think of my failings,
my uprising,
my foes,
my under-estimated values,
life's a long journey,
this journey is so long and rough,
life so crucial and tough,
whilst these people talking all the false,
these are the false veil,
that take the beauty of our right's,
still can see my going and coming,
rising and failing's,
that I can never doubt our love,
sincerely there is more love from on high,
that the grace of God is sufficiently blessing us.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Sweetly in Their Embrace
Glisten-ning reflections of early spring’s love
Mirrors dream-y sky’s tadpoles dancing above
Speckled fair - haired crocus line dew-pond’s edge
Starry young green eyes gaze up in delight
Attentive blue devotion reaches heart
Strong fingers entwine love’s laced white gloves
Light feet step, one step left and turn and twirl
Petal-ed gowns breeze sweetly in their embrace
Coat-tails virile a handsome prince-presence
Delight-fully encircle God-given-ed graces
(Under the Twinkling Stars, Tennessee
August 15,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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