On The Farm

A cloudless sky, a sunny day,
the perfect time to turn the hay.
As the rake turns round and round,
a rhythmic beat makes a wondrous sound.
The hay is flipped once again,
still there is no sign of rain.



As the tractor chugs along,
the rake and motor sing their song.
With sun shining down right now,
beads of sweat drip from the brow.
Wiped away with an old red rag,
quickly drenched like the old gray nag.


Soon the time comes to bail the hay,
and save it for the winter's day.
To feed the livestock on the farm,
as tails swish away flies that swarm.
The hay now bailed, placed in stacks,
ready for winter's ground attacks.

The tractor now is put away,
waiting for another day
When again it will be used to yield,
corn and wheat from every field.
I could write this poem very long,&
but the message now is very strong.


A day on the farm still the same,
time to quit and give this a name.
On the Farm the title will be,
a nice quick read for you and me.

Merlin’s Story

AN: This is just a beginning to a story line I’m working on.  Trying to get some feedback to see if I’m going in the right direction with this or not.  I could sure use some input from some talented writers out there.  I’ve never tried this type of writing before. This is a beginning from an old free verse poem I wrote once http://fsvpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/05/merlins-story.html   I thought I might try and develop this into a novel. 

 

Prologue

Laying deep within a dark, dank cavern...
               chained...
                                          denied freedom...
is a very ancient beast, his eyes,
                                                 all seeing,
peer out into the darkness,
                             gathering visions...
     the birth of a gifted child,
the savior of all humanity...
                                         or the destroyer...
depending upon the path he follows.
Two sisters of magical heritage...
                                     opposites,
vie for control in the guidance of this child.
                         Soon,
the child has grown enough
              to begin upon his path
                                 and choose his destiny.
The ancient beast watches quietly within his prison
waiting until this boy makes clear his chosen path...


My Son Grows

Home from school he came one day,
and told me the strangest word play.
About what went on in the boys bathroom,
when his friends compared private parts.

Asked if he showed off also,
hung his head and told me "No."
When I then asked him "Why?"
"Mom, I couldn't make them cry"

"Cause mine is the biggest of all"
"and I knew I couldn't make them bawl"

Then one day at the age of 15,
he ran down the stairs in just a towel and a grin.
"Mom," he said, "listen to this!"
and began to shake his hips.

Slap, slap slap the sound I heard,
oh I thought how absurd!
"And you think I should be impressed?"
A grin I struggle to keep suppressed.

"Well, yeah" he said seriously.
"Cause they now match the rest of me."
All I could do is turn away,
and try to keep the laugh at bay.

Is it true that boys are vain,
and feel they need to show no pain?
Always have the biggest and best,
always be better than all the rest?

Based upon the colloquy 
that occurred between my son and me.
I have to say I believe it's true
and as men they haven't outgrew.

One Summer Night

Image courtesy of Vintage E at:
http://www.polyvore.com/waste_not_want/set?id=14917246

Beside the sea one summer night,
a flock of birds have taken flight.
Frightened by a nocturnal creature,
creates for you a beautiful picture.

The distant moon, the starry sky,
the moving sea, the firefly.
This night all of nature's beauty shines,
across the ocean's perfect design.

Seeing this painted across the sky,
a beauty we can no longer deny.
Making all of our life's troubles seem,
more trivial and less extreme.

Sitting there you reminisce
about one true love's very first kiss.
Once again, you know that it's all right,
beside the sea one summer night.

© 7/25/2010 M S Wyatt.  All Rights Reserved.

Momma's lost

Momma's lost her sense of smell,
it makes her dangerous as hell.
I have to watch her with an eagle's eye
so she doesn't eat some rotten pie.

Daily now I check the food and drinks
To make sure it doesn't stink.
So that the meals she eats,
don't end up being nasty treats.

The loss of smell has it's perks,
no longer woke up with a jerk.
By the skunk out on the lawn,
who scents the plants at dawn.

Happy Birthday Dad (Original)


Today, dad would have been
your ninety-fifth birthday.
Had you won that battle
way back in ninety-five.

The cake of the day I'll create
the one that we've always made.
In honor of your special day.

So as I sit here today,
wishing you Happy Birthday.
Though you're no longer here
in body and mind.

This I know, your spirit still
stands beside me as I go through
the challenges surrmounting.

Dad you know you'll always be
the most important man to me.
May you now rest in peace.

Just a quick note to tell the world
that you were and are my number one.
So today as I write, I'll celebrate

Happy Birthday Dad,
you're sorely missed,
wish you were here so I
could give you a hug and a kiss.

© 6/11/2010 by M. Suzanne Wyatt. All Rights Reserved.

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Haiku #3

Breeze rustling trees,
Birds and cicadas singing
Beautiful music

Limboland

Living is hell in Limboland,
in doubt exactly where you stand.
What test is next, what will they find,
that has lain dormant in your mind.

Today is just another day,
wondering what will they say.
Will today finally be?
When truth reveals the mystery?

Or will this day again become,
another one that leaves you numb?
Where once again no truth's revealed?
So your body can begin to heal?

Still day by day, you carry on
and trying so hard to be strong.
Each night you pray, cry out to Him,
Lord when will a new trial begin?

Then one morning, drawn to the Book
in the pages you start to look
For something hidden deep within
to give you hope to not give in.

In one stray line is what you seek
a ray of hope, a little peak
It glimmers with a hope that grows
the darkness lifts, the beauty shows.

Soon the words begins to fill you,
giving you strength to continue.
On to the next exam you go,
with hope this time you'll really know.

And on and on you go each day,
nothing, no one gets in your way.
For now you know there soon will be,
the answer that can set you free.

Now it's just a matter of time,
before He answers what's on your mind.
So you'll wait; a bit impatiently,
for Him to show you and set you free.

But for...

A lonely old woman walks,
Slowly from her domicile,
Eyes flashing as a train passes,
Closely by the sacred grounds

No longer an ostrich with her
Head in the sand, she rises up
Proudly past an orgy of madness
Into the chamber as a chorus
Of indolence assails her senses.

She says, "Give me back my freedom"
Raising her cane and shaking it angrily,
"and to those who you ignore,
The pleas of the masses, only to
Give rise to indecency and deceit.

Drowning out the cries of the lost,
You who pass by those in rags,
On the streets in disgust. For it is
Said, "there but for the grace of God, go I"

Remember, those down-trodden, for if
You continue to ignore the cries of those in need
You may no longer have the grace of God, upon you.

Then she turned and quietly left,
smiling from the look of amazement and disbelief
upon the faces of the congressmen .

Grand MaL!

You are alert, laughing, joking,
not knowing that an attack is coming,
as electrical impulses begin to misfire,

in your brain, a feeling comes on,
known yet unknown.

The impulses become more erratic,
you're quickly engulfed into darkness;

A black hole of nothingness grabs you.
Your body contorts in response,
struggling to climb out of the void
where sounds, vision, feelings,
memories are gone.

The body continues to struggle

against the nothingness,

with memories trapped in

the void, as the blackness holds

you within its grasp.

You continue to travel

through the emptiness,
falling, grasping, tense,
unaware of the world around you.

Suddenly, you reach the other side,
back into awareness,
fatigued, confused,
fearful, disoriented,
looking through a thick fog.

Unsure,surrounded by those not quite familiar,
as you slowly, oh so slowly, struggle back to the present,
your senses, less entangled within the nothingness,
back into the light, aware of sounds, smells, pain.

So scary, this grip that seized you without warning,
taking you to an unknown place,
a black hole,
a dimension that can't be seen,
heard or remembered.

Traveling from reality into nothingness,
only to return aware that it has happened again.

How long did it last this time?

One Day Not Someday

One day you'll sit and smile
No wondering why or how
Everything will be all right

Dad will still be with you day and night
A warmth you feel upon your face
Your dad has just given you a kiss

Not today I know you'll say
Or even tomorrow will your pain go away
To a place that isn't hurting so, but

Someday soon you're pain will ease
Once you know that you will see
Memories of tender touches
Even kisses, smiles and the such
Do seem distant and hard to see
Always he is near to thee
Your pain will heal this know

One Day, Not Someday
your grief will go.

Waste Away

Has it been just 3 years ago?
That I felt good about my soul?
It seems to be an eternity,
since my body has been good to me.

Day by day I watch my health
turn from vitality into just a shell
Each day I weigh a little less,
how did I get myself into this mess?

My muscles now no longer firm,
Hands are crippled, feet are numb
Sometimes I feel like this is dumb.

Why can't they find a diagnosis?
They act like this is just a neurosis.

Pain intense, sensations fleeting
Eating, eating all the time.
No weight is gained it seems sublime.

I've lost control of my destiny,
what is it that God wants of me?
Where is it that he wants me to go?

So I hope the answer is revealed
that he still keeps concealed

Until that day of revelation comes
I'll try to keep from being numb
I no longer want to waste away
perhaps the answer comes today

© 7/29/2010 M S Wyatt All Rights Reserved

Nicotine

Oh! That nasty nicotine,
takes your fat and leaves you lean;
but once the weight is all gone..
nothing's left but skin and bones

Then new problems will arrive,
no longer able to survive..
First you'll struggle to draw a breath,
and still pick up that nasty cigarette.

Past your lips you'll draw the smoke;
into your lungs you'll take that toke.
Then that nasty little drug;
will attach itself to things in your blood.

Once that wicked deed is done;
you'll not quit with just that one.
Now you're hooked you've been reeled in.
this is as bad as vodka or gin.

Rehab may be your only route;
to give this habit the final boot.
But with support and determination;
you'll be free of this frustration.

So don't give up keep on trying,
it's better by far than the buying-
another pack to keep you sane--
when it really causes pain.

Land of Dreams v1

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Magical faeries grasp my hand,
and take me to another land.

Pink sails billow from the wind
as I sail upon a shining sea.

Faeries, elves and starry skies,
musical sounds caress my mind

Chocolate drops of rain fall down,
as the faeries dance around.

The man sits within the moon,
and treats of sweets at my feet

Once again I turn the page
and new visions come my way

Stories from around the world
of faeries, dragons and leprechauns

Soon I fall into the land of dreams
where the faeries take me away

Only You

Once again, we come away,
Never ready for another day.
Life is full of amazing things
You my friend truly bring

Your bounty of love & spirit
Out in the world you freely give it
Until tomorrow comes I say--

Only You
can make my day.

Land of Dreams v2

The land of dreams it calls to me
memories of sugary creams
Pink billowing sails a ship at sea
The land of dreams

Magical faeries grasp my hands
as chocolate drops of rain fall down
taking me to another land

Musical sounds caress my mind
as faeries dance on moonbeams
once again the clock rewinds
The land of dreams

Faeries

Magical faeries grasp my hand
I float away across the sea
Soon a shore with silvery sand
Pink billowing sails guiding me

Chocolate drops of rain fall down
Magical faeries grasp my hand
Faeries and I now dance around
On the shores of silvery sand

Melodies from a faeries band
Caresses, soothes my weary mind
Magical faeries grasp my hand
Gentle songs I have longed to find

A starry night a silver moon
Brings magic of a concert band
Softly dreams floating like balloons
Magical faeries grasp my hand

She can make your SoulSpeak

She can make your SoulSpeak
From whimsical and sweet,
What she writes isn't meek
To very dark and deep

Some can make you giggle
She can make your SoulSpeak
Some may make you wiggle
What she writes isn't Greek.

What she writes you might seek,
Some are real tear jerkers
She can make your SoulSpeak
Some seem like beserkers

She can make your SoulSpeak
Draw it out and retreat,
What she writes isn't weak.
Caresses soft and sweet


She can make your SoulSpeak...

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