summer starts to cry
sunshine fades winds blow cooler
autumn trees weep leaves
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.
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.
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 .
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 .
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.
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
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
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
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
Never Dear
Never did you hear my cry,
nor did you ever see me try.
No first words, no first steps,
no temper tantrums or missteps.
No knowing whether I was a girl or boy,
or watching me grow, no tears of joy.
I'll never see your smiling face,
as I walk down the aisle with grace.
You'll never hold your grandchild near,
you'll never, ever hold me dear.
nor did you ever see me try.
No first words, no first steps,
no temper tantrums or missteps.
No knowing whether I was a girl or boy,
or watching me grow, no tears of joy.
I'll never see your smiling face,
as I walk down the aisle with grace.
You'll never hold your grandchild near,
you'll never, ever hold me dear.
After the Storm
as you try to quietly enter the archaic garden of greenery,
and once colorful petals of the ancient mansion,
alerting those seeking shelter within,
causing a cachophy of noise, as they skitter about.
A stab of pain pierces your heart as
you observe the desolation after the storm,
the promenade is riddled with debris from the breath of Zeus,
an uneasiness surrounds you as you gasp, breaking the silence
with your voice, talking is useless, no one will hear you, you're alone
A vision of what once was floats into your memories,
but quickly fades as you look around
stunned at the destruction that has come
to this once beautiful place
No longer a haven of solitude and peacefulness,
now only a broken memory; a shell of what once was.
Tearfully, you begin to pick up the battered remnants
of your past. Wallowing in sorrow, lost-
with only fleeting moments of happiness,
quickly replaced by grief and sorrow.
The storm has passed but the remnants
of it's fury remain and seems to laugh
at the pain and destruction it has left.
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 .
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 .
Lilacs
The Scent of Lilacs is in the air,
Bringing hopes of spring everywhere.
Soon we'll see the butterflies,
for now the blooms just begin to rise.
Slowly as the days march by,
the lilacs wither with a sigh.
As summer comes and days grow long,
Mother Earth sings her song.
It's into autumn now we go,
as vivid colors around us flow.
The trees prepare for winter’s prize,
the leaves floating to earth
like butterflies
For now the trees will prepare,
to receive winter’s roar,
without a care.
The air turns cold,
then snowflakes fall,
as the frost
from Jack surrounds us all.
Then, as winter fades away,
with the warmth of spring.
day by day, Mother's song
begins again,
while softly falls
the springtime rain.
As sunshine spreads and rain subsides
The arc of color no longer hides
The rainbow now no longer there,
The Scent of lilacs in the air.
Bringing hopes of spring everywhere.
Soon we'll see the butterflies,
for now the blooms just begin to rise.
Slowly as the days march by,
the lilacs wither with a sigh.
As summer comes and days grow long,
Mother Earth sings her song.
It's into autumn now we go,
as vivid colors around us flow.
The trees prepare for winter’s prize,
the leaves floating to earth
like butterflies
For now the trees will prepare,
to receive winter’s roar,
without a care.
The air turns cold,
then snowflakes fall,
as the frost
from Jack surrounds us all.
Then, as winter fades away,
with the warmth of spring.
day by day, Mother's song
begins again,
while softly falls
the springtime rain.
As sunshine spreads and rain subsides
The arc of color no longer hides
The rainbow now no longer there,
The Scent of lilacs in the air.
Lilacs In Bloom
When lilacs first in my backyard bloom,
their scent and color remove all gloom,
The sunny skies, the soft warm rain,
allows them to live again.
But as the days begin to change,
their scent and color fades and then
The petals they begin to fall,
welcoming summer in for all,
The early rise of lilacs reign,
resigns to summer’s mighty campaign,
to nurture the earth for growth of plants,
from corn to wheat with just a glance.
The grains that have been grown,
as fall arrives will soon be sown,
To become the source for many juices, oils, and bread,
for those on earth who shall be fed.
As the season begins to change,
the land the workers will rearrange,
In preparation for winter’s roar,
as many birds begin to soar,
The lilac bush it’s leaves now gone,
prepared to receive winter’s dawn,
Quietly it lies in wait,
for the snowy days to abate
Then again as the cycle turns,
the sun will then begin to burn,
Away the snow from all the land,
to warm the earth where lilacs stand,
The cycle now begins again,
with sunny skies and soft warm rain
When lilacs first in my backyard bloom,
their scent and color remove all gloom.
their scent and color remove all gloom,
The sunny skies, the soft warm rain,
allows them to live again.
But as the days begin to change,
their scent and color fades and then
The petals they begin to fall,
welcoming summer in for all,
The early rise of lilacs reign,
resigns to summer’s mighty campaign,
to nurture the earth for growth of plants,
from corn to wheat with just a glance.
The grains that have been grown,
as fall arrives will soon be sown,
To become the source for many juices, oils, and bread,
for those on earth who shall be fed.
As the season begins to change,
the land the workers will rearrange,
In preparation for winter’s roar,
as many birds begin to soar,
The lilac bush it’s leaves now gone,
prepared to receive winter’s dawn,
Quietly it lies in wait,
for the snowy days to abate
Then again as the cycle turns,
the sun will then begin to burn,
Away the snow from all the land,
to warm the earth where lilacs stand,
The cycle now begins again,
with sunny skies and soft warm rain
When lilacs first in my backyard bloom,
their scent and color remove all gloom.
Love and Memories
The old quill pen is dipped in ink of blue,
while the old woman sips upon her brew,
as a tape plays softly in the air,
an older song called "Running Bear"
Ooo-gash-a-gow-ooo the rhythm goes,
as the old woman taps her toes.
In tune it seems to the drummer's beat,
she usually can't even move her feet.
Lost in time upon her porch
her sister writes letters of retort,
To her loved one long since dead,
though she still sees him in her head.
Here I sit upon my knees
watching this with reverency
As I prepare tonight's treat,
strawberries their favorite sweet.
I bow my head so they can't see
the tears that are flowing so free.
For I know soon will be their fate
gone from earth to heaven's gate.
I sit here watching quietly
as two old women whom I love,
bask in the sunlight while I kneel
down upon my knees
thanking our Lord
for giving me
these two ladies
to love every day.
As a tape of Sonny James
plays softly in the air
an older song
called "Running Bear"
while the old woman sips upon her brew,
as a tape plays softly in the air,
an older song called "Running Bear"
Ooo-gash-a-gow-ooo the rhythm goes,
as the old woman taps her toes.
In tune it seems to the drummer's beat,
she usually can't even move her feet.
Lost in time upon her porch
her sister writes letters of retort,
To her loved one long since dead,
though she still sees him in her head.
Here I sit upon my knees
watching this with reverency
As I prepare tonight's treat,
strawberries their favorite sweet.
I bow my head so they can't see
the tears that are flowing so free.
For I know soon will be their fate
gone from earth to heaven's gate.
I sit here watching quietly
as two old women whom I love,
bask in the sunlight while I kneel
down upon my knees
thanking our Lord
for giving me
these two ladies
to love every day.
As a tape of Sonny James
plays softly in the air
an older song
called "Running Bear"
Rhythm
A warm spring rain falls softly in the courtyard,
you hear a Latin beat as you quickly move forward
Drenched from head to toe you step into the Tavern
Sidle up to the bar and order something to calm you.
The rhythm from the maracas, tambourine, and guitars
invades your soul, taking you on a fantastic journey.
You watch the senoritas and the senors as they tango,
your foot tapping to the sensuous beat the rhythm of love.
Soon you are swept up into the dance, life is good.
Laughter and love fills you, as the drinks continue to flow.
Soon the rhythm reaches a crescendo and now no longer drenched
you down the last drop of tequila, adjust your hat and return to the world.
you hear a Latin beat as you quickly move forward
Drenched from head to toe you step into the Tavern
Sidle up to the bar and order something to calm you.
The rhythm from the maracas, tambourine, and guitars
invades your soul, taking you on a fantastic journey.
You watch the senoritas and the senors as they tango,
your foot tapping to the sensuous beat the rhythm of love.
Soon you are swept up into the dance, life is good.
Laughter and love fills you, as the drinks continue to flow.
Soon the rhythm reaches a crescendo and now no longer drenched
you down the last drop of tequila, adjust your hat and return to the world.
Thunderstorms!
Summer storms a vison of wonder
the darking skies, the rolling thunder
the rising wind, the falling rain
the lightening flash like cymbals crash
this is what I enjoy the wildness of a thunderstorm
the darking skies, the rolling thunder
the rising wind, the falling rain
the lightening flash like cymbals crash
this is what I enjoy the wildness of a thunderstorm
Contemplation
As I had closed my eyes last night,
a flash of blue just caught my sight
Soon this had turned to shades of black
as shades of purple drew me back.
Then a rainbow came into view
a phantasm from reds to blues
Then a curtain began to fall
but an orb of light centered all
Soon the light a hue of blue
softened what then came into view
A flash of golden on my right,
a smiling face came into sight.
As I entered a dreamlike state,
colors blend to reveal my fate
a flash of blue just caught my sight
Soon this had turned to shades of black
as shades of purple drew me back.
Then a rainbow came into view
a phantasm from reds to blues
Then a curtain began to fall
but an orb of light centered all
Soon the light a hue of blue
softened what then came into view
A flash of golden on my right,
a smiling face came into sight.
As I entered a dreamlike state,
colors blend to reveal my fate
The Beauty Within..v2
Maybe they wear glasses, or they've got crooked teeth
They may be fat and ugly, clumsy with two left feet.
Because you can't get past this to see what lies underneath
You're unable to really see the beauty in their souls.
They've qualities deep inside, much nicer than any of yours.
Your beauty's only skin deep, theirs goes through and through.
Sallly she's artistic can draw the most beautiful scenes.
But she's got a lisp and seems to slur her speech.
So you jeer and taunt her, and flaunt your looks supreme.
Bobby he's overweight, but the stories he can write.
Can paint for you a wonderland of mystery and delight.
But you just ignore his words, and call him awful names.
Your beauty's only skin deep, and you are oh so vain.
Selfish and self-centered, greed and lust your friend
One day you'll no longer be that beauty king or queen.
While you grow old and ugly, their beauty will still shine
They've shared their hearts with everyone, inspiring the mind.
While you've only cared about yourself, selfish and unkind.
They may be fat and ugly, clumsy with two left feet.
Because you can't get past this to see what lies underneath
You're unable to really see the beauty in their souls.
They've qualities deep inside, much nicer than any of yours.
Your beauty's only skin deep, theirs goes through and through.
Sallly she's artistic can draw the most beautiful scenes.
But she's got a lisp and seems to slur her speech.
So you jeer and taunt her, and flaunt your looks supreme.
Bobby he's overweight, but the stories he can write.
Can paint for you a wonderland of mystery and delight.
But you just ignore his words, and call him awful names.
Your beauty's only skin deep, and you are oh so vain.
Selfish and self-centered, greed and lust your friend
One day you'll no longer be that beauty king or queen.
While you grow old and ugly, their beauty will still shine
They've shared their hearts with everyone, inspiring the mind.
While you've only cared about yourself, selfish and unkind.
My Last Dime
Down to my last dime,
the kids all want to have a good time
But the bills are all paid,
so I just can't complain
We're not out in the street,
we've got plenty of heat.
Just wish we had a bit extra to eat.
Maybe next month we'll have a bit more
the kids are all hungry as they walk out the door.
Off to school they go as I wish I had more,
than a few saltines to give them to devour.
When will it end?
the kids all want to have a good time
But the bills are all paid,
so I just can't complain
We're not out in the street,
we've got plenty of heat.
Just wish we had a bit extra to eat.
Maybe next month we'll have a bit more
the kids are all hungry as they walk out the door.
Off to school they go as I wish I had more,
than a few saltines to give them to devour.
When will it end?
Heron
The graceful Heron a waterfowl, as quiet as the Great White Owl.
Settles down amongst the reeds, of the swamplands so they can feed
With one leg poised for instant lift, their wingspan is their greatest gift.
As they gaze through the mire, there is just one thing to which they aspire
With elongated beaks of such proportions they find and grab tasty portions
To nurture their fledgling nest, and protect them from certain death
But soon it seems their fate will be, complete extinction you must agree
For man's quest for fossil fuels, and an absence of moral scruples
Have poisoned oceans, seas and shores, with dispersant, oil and more
Without regards to repercussions in their quest for more production
Man sees fit to cause destruction, to all life without remorse or discussion
In his quest to possess he has caused our world much distress
Natures gifts to human kind, seem destined to become entwined
Within man's mighty grasp, Nature's voice now just a gasp
Soon her death we will perceive, but way too late to intercede
When the animals of the land, sea and air, are no longer here or there
Or will man change his ways today, before this problem comes to stay.
If he doesn't then soon we'll see other life on earth will cease to be.
When this comes a new age begins, one without the touch of man.
© October 5, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
Settles down amongst the reeds, of the swamplands so they can feed
With one leg poised for instant lift, their wingspan is their greatest gift.
As they gaze through the mire, there is just one thing to which they aspire
With elongated beaks of such proportions they find and grab tasty portions
To nurture their fledgling nest, and protect them from certain death
But soon it seems their fate will be, complete extinction you must agree
For man's quest for fossil fuels, and an absence of moral scruples
Have poisoned oceans, seas and shores, with dispersant, oil and more
Without regards to repercussions in their quest for more production
Man sees fit to cause destruction, to all life without remorse or discussion
In his quest to possess he has caused our world much distress
Natures gifts to human kind, seem destined to become entwined
Within man's mighty grasp, Nature's voice now just a gasp
Soon her death we will perceive, but way too late to intercede
When the animals of the land, sea and air, are no longer here or there
Or will man change his ways today, before this problem comes to stay.
If he doesn't then soon we'll see other life on earth will cease to be.
When this comes a new age begins, one without the touch of man.
© October 5, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
Sea Song
The trumpet of the conch shell
sounds across the sea
Calling to the creatures there
then floats gently to the surface
For humankind to see
like teardrops for eternity
© November 17, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
My Dream Takes Shape
Was
it really just last night? I dreamt that I had my son's wife
pleading, begging for her very life? Down on her knees, at
the point of a gun, apologizing for everything wrong she had
ever done. As the cops
stormed in their guns
drawn, saying ma' am don't
do this please drop
your gun. What?
I proudly said,
raising the gun
to my head and
squirting myself
right in the face,
with colored water
and bits of paint.
Make this wretch
who's lied to me finally
answer truthfully?
© June 10, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt. All Rights Reserved.
(Note: This is my one and only attempt at shape/concrete poetry)
Contemplation
As I closed my eyes last night,
a flash of blue just caught my sight
Soon this had turned to shades of black
as shades of purple drew me back.
Then a rainbow came into view
a phantasm from reds to blues
Again a curtain began to fall
but an orb of light centered all
Soon the light a hue of blue
softened what came into my view
A flash of golden on my right,
a smiling face came into sight.
As I entered a dreamlike state,
colors blend to reveal my fate
a flash of blue just caught my sight
Soon this had turned to shades of black
as shades of purple drew me back.
Then a rainbow came into view
a phantasm from reds to blues
Again a curtain began to fall
but an orb of light centered all
Soon the light a hue of blue
softened what came into my view
A flash of golden on my right,
a smiling face came into sight.
As I entered a dreamlike state,
colors blend to reveal my fate
Mystical
Mystical tales from ancient landsA mighty dragon he regalesnature's elements hands to handsMystical tales
Elementals in mystic veilsFaeries circle in forest standsBless knights in search of holy grails
Celtic lore tells of holy landsof dragons, and the banshee wailsHow death was served with loving handsMystical tales
The Beauty Within..
THE BEAUTY WITHIN..
Maybe they wear glasses, or they've got crooked teeth
They may be fat and ugly, clumsy with two left feet.
Because you can't get past this to see what lies underneath
You're unable to really see the beauty in their souls.
They've qualities deep inside, much nicer than any of yours.
Your beauty's only skin deep, theirs goes through and through.
Sally she's artistic can draw the most beautiful scenes.
But she's got a lisp and she seems to slur her speech.
So you jeer and taunt her, and flaunt your looks supreme.
They may be fat and ugly, clumsy with two left feet.
Because you can't get past this to see what lies underneath
You're unable to really see the beauty in their souls.
They've qualities deep inside, much nicer than any of yours.
Your beauty's only skin deep, theirs goes through and through.
Sally she's artistic can draw the most beautiful scenes.
But she's got a lisp and she seems to slur her speech.
So you jeer and taunt her, and flaunt your looks supreme.
Your beauty's only skin deep, and you are oh so vain.
Selfish and self-centered, greed and lust your friend
One day you'll no longer be that beauty king or queen.
Selfish and self-centered, greed and lust your friend
One day you'll no longer be that beauty king or queen.
Bobby he's a bit overweight, but the stories he can write.
Can paint for you a wonderland of mystery and delight.
But you just ignore his words, and call him awful names.
While you grow old and ugly, their beauty will still shine
They've shared their hearts with everyone, inspiring the mind.
While you've only cared about yourself, selfish and unkind.
© M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
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