ImeldaDickinson - Hello Poetry

Dawn’s mist fogs street silent alongside young maple tree Shopping for approaching fall colors stationary marketing facsimile Tweed gold filigree in earth tones weaves laced crimson colored leaf Semi-gloss polish proud in pattern seeks fashionable scene beneath Veins of green leave summer, soon fade into myriads of tan Brilliant boutique on city’s square leaves leaves numerous lone artisan Last fling superb sure splendor, season’s seasoned leaves aflame Attract eyes of passer’s by, Autumn in her glory to exclaim Just a few more weeks of wonder until wind wings windbreak the spell Of encaptured captured fall season until Autumn’s lustrous leaves fell

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC

AUTUMN’S DRESS

Dawn’s mist fogs street silent alongside young maple tree Shopping for approaching fall colors stationary marketing facsimile Tweed gold filigree in earth tones weaves laced crimson colored leaf Semi-gloss polish proud in pattern seeks fashionable scene beneath Veins of green leave summer, soon fade into myriads of tan Brilliant boutique on city’s square leaves leaves numerous lone artisan Last fling superb sure splendor, season’s seasoned leaves aflame Attract eyes of passer’s by, Autumn in her glory to exclaim Just a few more weeks of wonder until wind wings windbreak the spell Of encaptured captured fall season until Autumn’s lustrous leaves fell

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I entered Grande parlour of elegance where is placed bronze statue unique Beside wide patio glass-paneled doors. “Shipped from Italy,” her Owner’s critique Stepping closer, my curious nature sees child’s form, perhaps five, plus one Clad poor, feet bare, head downcast. Clasps round vessel empty of duties undone Illusions of her Artist haunt me. Why brown metal a child colored so? Her innocence tainted, darkened, bleak. Why not a face pearled, soft cameo? I peer in her eyes hallowed, countenance sad. She stands across from me Near smoothed, bronze dolphin cast in glass, ****** from frothed waves sea I think merrily, “You live where sea creatures play, power driven, dive ocean deep Squeal with delight, let’s ride aquatic prince of Atlantic who does not sleep! Or, “Do you hope to soar to third heaven, where bronze eagle behind you can fly? Moon shadows beckon us to jewel stars on veiled, velvet blackened sky” Or, “ Could I offer you a melon-porcelain rose? Fragrance perfume fills room you’re in Petals never fade. Would you wear garlands on small feet, frail hands, brown hair so thin?” “Angelina, come, listen to night sounds! Leave tasks mundane for a time Frogs creak, leap high, jump gleefully, come to soft sand dunes we’ll climb! Will you ride wail winds of tempest, hurricane water crash smooth sand? Just beneath your window safe most days, but hurls destruction on demand! Does music of your Owner excite you? Tunes, ballads, songs, new and old? Melodies you never knew where you grew, stories of love you untold Instruments: string, ebony, ivory keys, soothe soul, lift spirits high Loud drums beat march jubilant. Music to laugh with, music to cry” My mind stills. Angelina becomes bronze again, dress of white linen gone homespun My imaginations for her happiness for a moment quiets, our fantasies clearly undone This is why your Artist formed you, so mankind could see in your face Divine hands help mold bronze your form, your simplicity man must embrace Ill leave grande parlour of elegance from Angelina, bronze statue unique Not Italian, but universal child-alloy. Words unsaid, so loud does she speak! Of an Artist inspired to fire her. Of a Buyer perceptive to see A child in need of needs to fulfill throughout life of man’s history Child’s image, thin hair, poorly clad, feet bare. Rich in lessons clearly taught By Master-Artist is Angelina, little teacher. Forget her not “Angelina, did you give water to the thirsty? Was bread given away all you had? Coarse shawl you don’t wear, did it cover an old friend? Did you visit prison comforting Dad? In small village, do you care-give Mother often sick, rush on your hurried little feet? Do you invite another child like you to humble hut on Lonely Street?” Reminds me, words of Scripture, Master Teacher, Jesus said “I was thirsty and drink you provided. I was hungry you gave meat and bread As stranger you took Me in your place, naked you clothed Me poor alone Sheltered Me, tattered and torn, lonely, no place to call home” “I was sick, Jesus said, “You visited. To My prison cell you came Downcast, forsaken,” He says, “ Angelina do you know My name?” Lord send me Your naked, Your hungry, Strangers many in thirst Sick in pain, prisoners behind walls, lonely, unloved at worst Teach us to live Your words, like You help us to be “In as much as You do to these,” Jesus said, :My brethren you do unto Me.”

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC

ANGELINA, little Teacher

I entered Grande parlour of elegance where is placed bronze statue unique Beside wide patio glass-paneled doors. “Shipped from Italy,” her Owner’s critique Stepping closer, my curious nature sees child’s form, perhaps five, plus one Clad poor, feet bare, head downcast. Clasps round vessel empty of duties undone Illusions of her Artist haunt me. Why brown metal a child colored so? Her innocence tainted, darkened, bleak. Why not a face pearled, soft cameo? I peer in her eyes hallowed, countenance sad. She stands across from me Near smoothed, bronze dolphin cast in glass, ****** from frothed waves sea I think merrily, “You live where sea creatures play, power driven, dive ocean deep Squeal with delight, let’s ride aquatic prince of Atlantic who does not sleep! Or, “Do you hope to soar to third heaven, where bronze eagle behind you can fly? Moon shadows beckon us to jewel stars on veiled, velvet blackened sky” Or, “ Could I offer you a melon-porcelain rose? Fragrance perfume fills room you’re in Petals never fade. Would you wear garlands on small feet, frail hands, brown hair so thin?” “Angelina, come, listen to night sounds! Leave tasks mundane for a time Frogs creak, leap high, jump gleefully, come to soft sand dunes we’ll climb! Will you ride wail winds of tempest, hurricane water crash smooth sand? Just beneath your window safe most days, but hurls destruction on demand! Does music of your Owner excite you? Tunes, ballads, songs, new and old? Melodies you never knew where you grew, stories of love you untold Instruments: string, ebony, ivory keys, soothe soul, lift spirits high Loud drums beat march jubilant. Music to laugh with, music to cry” My mind stills. Angelina becomes bronze again, dress of white linen gone homespun My imaginations for her happiness for a moment quiets, our fantasies clearly undone This is why your Artist formed you, so mankind could see in your face Divine hands help mold bronze your form, your simplicity man must embrace Ill leave grande parlour of elegance from Angelina, bronze statue unique Not Italian, but universal child-alloy. Words unsaid, so loud does she speak! Of an Artist inspired to fire her. Of a Buyer perceptive to see A child in need of needs to fulfill throughout life of man’s history Child’s image, thin hair, poorly clad, feet bare. Rich in lessons clearly taught By Master-Artist is Angelina, little teacher. Forget her not “Angelina, did you give water to the thirsty? Was bread given away all you had? Coarse shawl you don’t wear, did it cover an old friend? Did you visit prison comforting Dad? In small village, do you care-give Mother often sick, rush on your hurried little feet? Do you invite another child like you to humble hut on Lonely Street?” Reminds me, words of Scripture, Master Teacher, Jesus said “I was thirsty and drink you provided. I was hungry you gave meat and bread As stranger you took Me in your place, naked you clothed Me poor alone Sheltered Me, tattered and torn, lonely, no place to call home” “I was sick, Jesus said, “You visited. To My prison cell you came Downcast, forsaken,” He says, “ Angelina do you know My name?” Lord send me Your naked, Your hungry, Strangers many in thirst Sick in pain, prisoners behind walls, lonely, unloved at worst Teach us to live Your words, like You help us to be “In as much as You do to these,” Jesus said, :My brethren you do unto Me.”

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Your mixed spray of flowers lifted me at a time when spirits were low Pastel beauteous petals extend out like a friend’s hands extend to know Rosebud fragrance scent my office space. Once celestial Hands did form wee seed Now, your hands place them in a vase as you saw first your friend in need Pale gladiolas point blossoms out, flute-formed grace artistically spread Such beauty to praise the Artists Hand, with you as gardener, your hand is led Love is something we do, my friend, come from depths of inner heart Of a friend who reaches out her hand says “I care” with flowers taking part Let joy these bring be lasting beyond time when blossoms fall Because thoughtfulness remains unblemished, giving of oneself is best of all

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC

TO A FRIEND, in appreciation

Your mixed spray of flowers lifted me at a time when spirits were low Pastel beauteous petals extend out like a friend’s hands extend to know Rosebud fragrance scent my office space. Once celestial Hands did form wee seed Now, your hands place them in a vase as you saw first your friend in need Pale gladiolas point blossoms out, flute-formed grace artistically spread Such beauty to praise the Artists Hand, with you as gardener, your hand is led Love is something we do, my friend, come from depths of inner heart Of a friend who reaches out her hand says “I care” with flowers taking part Let joy these bring be lasting beyond time when blossoms fall Because thoughtfulness remains unblemished, giving of oneself is best of all

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WHITE, BLUE CAP WAVES ROAR IN, PULL OUT SWEEP DEEP OCEAN FLOOR SHELLS SMOOTH, SHELLS ROUGH, POINT CURVED PUSH ON BEACH AND SHORE WAVES AND WINDS SHAPE ATLANTIC’S COAST I PICK UP SPECIAL SHELLS FOR YOU HOLD THEM GENTLE IN YOUR HAND ARE THESE GIFTS FOR YOU NEW? SO WHEN YOU SEE YOUR CHOSEN SHELLS REMEMBER OCEAN WATERS WIDE STORIES TELL, ABOUT YOUR SHELLS WHEN CREATURES LIVED INSIDE! WHITE, BLUE CAP WAVES ROAR OUT, PULL IN OCEAN TREASURES AGAIN BEGIN

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC

OCEAN, SANDS, SHELLS

WHITE, BLUE CAP WAVES ROAR IN, PULL OUT SWEEP DEEP OCEAN FLOOR SHELLS SMOOTH, SHELLS ROUGH, POINT CURVED PUSH ON BEACH AND SHORE WAVES AND WINDS SHAPE ATLANTIC’S COAST I PICK UP SPECIAL SHELLS FOR YOU HOLD THEM GENTLE IN YOUR HAND ARE THESE GIFTS FOR YOU NEW? SO WHEN YOU SEE YOUR CHOSEN SHELLS REMEMBER OCEAN WATERS WIDE STORIES TELL, ABOUT YOUR SHELLS WHEN CREATURES LIVED INSIDE! WHITE, BLUE CAP WAVES ROAR OUT, PULL IN OCEAN TREASURES AGAIN BEGIN

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Decorated dancing bear for five year olds Staged premiere audition One smallest ballerina features capered recognition Excited, spirit bubbling, her Dad knows her role Pretending to be a make-believe, golden oriole Slim legs lace hose of tan, trimmed body feathered things Closed curtain splits! Mom proudly sits As her daughter’s dainty feet grown visionary wings!

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC

FEATHERED FLIGHT

Decorated dancing bear for five year olds Staged premiere audition One smallest ballerina features capered recognition Excited, spirit bubbling, her Dad knows her role Pretending to be a make-believe, golden oriole Slim legs lace hose of tan, trimmed body feathered things Closed curtain splits! Mom proudly sits As her daughter’s dainty feet grown visionary wings!

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A Spirit Visited Sad, dark paths sorrow leads Where sorrow was not known As death’s angel veiled takes away A son, your very own Years twenty given both of you As parents this youth tender Memories left now fill vaulted void Cherish them. Remember. Though sands of life were few His prints are left behind Upon your night and morning Still seasons in your mind Let grief not overwhelm you God’s comfort brings to earth Gentle benediction Balm in burden’s girth Heaven’s gate opens paradise To a lad God forgave Transformed a bud flowering Fragrance sweet he gave Voice scented says "Weep not Mother Father, grieve no more Such gardens never seen by me Grace this eternal shore My spirit waits when you will be As me new immortality Where time stands still around me When God calls you as He did me A bouquet perfumed on display"

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC

A Spirit Visited

A Spirit Visited Sad, dark paths sorrow leads Where sorrow was not known As death’s angel veiled takes away A son, your very own Years twenty given both of you As parents this youth tender Memories left now fill vaulted void Cherish them. Remember. Though sands of life were few His prints are left behind Upon your night and morning Still seasons in your mind Let grief not overwhelm you God’s comfort brings to earth Gentle benediction Balm in burden’s girth Heaven’s gate opens paradise To a lad God forgave Transformed a bud flowering Fragrance sweet he gave Voice scented says "Weep not Mother Father, grieve no more Such gardens never seen by me Grace this eternal shore My spirit waits when you will be As me new immortality Where time stands still around me When God calls you as He did me A bouquet perfumed on display"

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In the bay fields expanse complete lake’s glimmered glance Quiet lovers withdraw in solitude entrusting lake’s cleansing mood Her tears drop into soft sea taking dreams noiselessly Waterfalls haste below to autumn’s crisp ember glow Autumn moon, subdued to me deep in clouds, winks on silver sea Driftwood floats, water-bearer of seafarer tales Cold winter blasts like dragons bite or sting. Companions last summer’s thoughts gathering Clouds clad in rainbow. Mortals gaze Master’s rays Wild geese brush Milky Way as Autumn paints Sea beckons me, lovely scenery. Intoxicating Sea waves changeable, like thoughts tempest torn Lone swan flights far in wastes of sky Sunset drifts, visiting mansions April showers paint sailboat, streaming blue sky’s edge Burnt rocks white with dew soaks gauze stockings, once rendezvous Lake Superior heaves and sighs, seagulls shriek greedy cries. Traveler’s homesick Transparent waters, tremble, tumbling. Ferryman anchors Shining streams ripple, cascade upon phantoms of the lake Wind and rain pound terrain like old friends deprive intimacy Dying grass beckons Evening’s first snow

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC

REFLECTIONS

In the bay fields expanse complete lake’s glimmered glance Quiet lovers withdraw in solitude entrusting lake’s cleansing mood Her tears drop into soft sea taking dreams noiselessly Waterfalls haste below to autumn’s crisp ember glow Autumn moon, subdued to me deep in clouds, winks on silver sea Driftwood floats, water-bearer of seafarer tales Cold winter blasts like dragons bite or sting. Companions last summer’s thoughts gathering Clouds clad in rainbow. Mortals gaze Master’s rays Wild geese brush Milky Way as Autumn paints Sea beckons me, lovely scenery. Intoxicating Sea waves changeable, like thoughts tempest torn Lone swan flights far in wastes of sky Sunset drifts, visiting mansions April showers paint sailboat, streaming blue sky’s edge Burnt rocks white with dew soaks gauze stockings, once rendezvous Lake Superior heaves and sighs, seagulls shriek greedy cries. Traveler’s homesick Transparent waters, tremble, tumbling. Ferryman anchors Shining streams ripple, cascade upon phantoms of the lake Wind and rain pound terrain like old friends deprive intimacy Dying grass beckons Evening’s first snow

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Hearts hurt this mourning, echoes quiet grief For a husband-father slipped beyond autumn’s leaf Into winter’s winds so harsh, who can bear the pains? Yesterday his nearness felt today only his remains. Remember love like it was, unbroken circles knew Life’s smoothness for time as it was, he and you Recall family’s happiness given each a measure A Carpenter of Scripture cradles a carpenter your treasure.

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC

A Carpenter’s carpenter

Hearts hurt this mourning, echoes quiet grief For a husband-father slipped beyond autumn’s leaf Into winter’s winds so harsh, who can bear the pains? Yesterday his nearness felt today only his remains. Remember love like it was, unbroken circles knew Life’s smoothness for time as it was, he and you Recall family’s happiness given each a measure A Carpenter of Scripture cradles a carpenter your treasure.

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