JonW1591 - Hello Poetry

Summers moon slips over the mountains and shines on waters out of sight. A herald of stars whose light flickers through trees of green leaves, whose constant motion from caressing wisps of wind, hypnotizes the land below releasing sounds of relief and letting go of every woe. The rivers rush and flow endless as time itself muffling the sounds of the earth. All the while the trees, ahhh the trees with their ever changing greens grow straight and true towards the heavens above digging deep their roots into the earth with utter surety and strength. Steadfast in their quest to grow strong, stretching and reaching for the stars until their dying days upon which seeding the earth with their bodies, bringing in life anew. And as sure as the forests grow or the rivers flow the sun will rise relinquishing its warm nurturing light upon the peaks and valleys, followed swiftly by the chorus of nature’s wakening call. The sounds of which flutter from wing to wing through the branches, leaves and trees as water around stones in the river, beckoning in the mornings light. The sun having shed its wealth only to be surpassed by the gentle summer storms rolling in over the mountains bringing sheets of rain nourishing the greenery that lies below. Bellowing thunderous winds with the smell of lightning in the air eventually giving way to tranquility at last. Alas summer must end ringing in the deep rich colors and smells of autumn, at which time nature lays bare its fruits for all to gather. And the hills become awash with gold and amber as nature hastens its efforts to finish its work before the frost. The nights grow colder and longer until winter’s grasp grows strong, so strong the very faces of the stars themselves change revealing a tapestry of lights not seen since seasons past. Now all the more visible and brilliant in the absence of a shrouded canopy above, while below being reflected back up into the skies and amplified by the crystalline white snows that fall and rest upon the mountain sides, mirroring the celestial bodies that linger an over and beyond. The pristine frozen canvas whose perfection is only broken by the little paw prints of creatures running to and fro seeking refuge from winters biting chill until spring thaws out winters hold on the land bringing life and tree buds anew. When the valleys will flower and the waters once frozen in time will flow once more over the lands and the tendrils of life begin to fill the very atmosphere with scents and sounds so sweet that one could question if they had stumbled into the pages of a tome describing heaven itself or perhaps had even slipped off into a dream.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC

JonW1591

Seasons

Summers moon slips over the mountains and shines on waters out of sight. A herald of stars whose light flickers through trees of green leaves, whose constant motion from caressing wisps of wind, hypnotizes the land below releasing sounds of relief and letting go of every woe. The rivers rush and flow endless as time itself muffling the sounds of the earth. All the while the trees, ahhh the trees with their ever changing greens grow straight and true towards the heavens above digging deep their roots into the earth with utter surety and strength. Steadfast in their quest to grow strong, stretching and reaching for the stars until their dying days upon which seeding the earth with their bodies, bringing in life anew. And as sure as the forests grow or the rivers flow the sun will rise relinquishing its warm nurturing light upon the peaks and valleys, followed swiftly by the chorus of nature’s wakening call. The sounds of which flutter from wing to wing through the branches, leaves and trees as water around stones in the river, beckoning in the mornings light. The sun having shed its wealth only to be surpassed by the gentle summer storms rolling in over the mountains bringing sheets of rain nourishing the greenery that lies below. Bellowing thunderous winds with the smell of lightning in the air eventually giving way to tranquility at last. Alas summer must end ringing in the deep rich colors and smells of autumn, at which time nature lays bare its fruits for all to gather. And the hills become awash with gold and amber as nature hastens its efforts to finish its work before the frost. The nights grow colder and longer until winter’s grasp grows strong, so strong the very faces of the stars themselves change revealing a tapestry of lights not seen since seasons past. Now all the more visible and brilliant in the absence of a shrouded canopy above, while below being reflected back up into the skies and amplified by the crystalline white snows that fall and rest upon the mountain sides, mirroring the celestial bodies that linger an over and beyond. The pristine frozen canvas whose perfection is only broken by the little paw prints of creatures running to and fro seeking refuge from winters biting chill until spring thaws out winters hold on the land bringing life and tree buds anew. When the valleys will flower and the waters once frozen in time will flow once more over the lands and the tendrils of life begin to fill the very atmosphere with scents and sounds so sweet that one could question if they had stumbled into the pages of a tome describing heaven itself or perhaps had even slipped off into a dream.

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I am not this flesh and bone I am the tall trees that ever grow I am the rivers that mightily flow I am the winds that howl and blow I am the sunshine's unyielding glow this form of man that you see is simply, truly not the real me I am the mountain whom none can leap I am the valley that time digs deep I am the rain that over these lands do weep I am the birds, the beasts, the things that creep I am what I say, what I dream, or keep I am what I hope for when at last I sleep In this place where never I weep.

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Jun 14, 2016

Jun 14, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC

JonW1591

I Am

I am not this flesh and bone I am the tall trees that ever grow I am the rivers that mightily flow I am the winds that howl and blow I am the sunshine's unyielding glow this form of man that you see is simply, truly not the real me I am the mountain whom none can leap I am the valley that time digs deep I am the rain that over these lands do weep I am the birds, the beasts, the things that creep I am what I say, what I dream, or keep I am what I hope for when at last I sleep In this place where never I weep.

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Face the sun upon it’s zenith with opened eyes, become replenished Embrace the cool winds with head held high breath in its chill glory, breath in the sky drink deep the cool waters, drink deep and atone take seat upon your lofty throne and wipe thy brow with hand and bone gaze upon the land below, relinquish your fears, your doubts, your woe and see your mighty fallen foe worthy it was, wise teacher was he drink in your victory, rest on your knee reflect on this struggle and find you are free you're bold, you're brave, now revel with me no earth bound tether, could ever ground we.

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Jun 13, 2016

Jun 13, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC

JonW1591

Triumph

Face the sun upon it’s zenith with opened eyes, become replenished Embrace the cool winds with head held high breath in its chill glory, breath in the sky drink deep the cool waters, drink deep and atone take seat upon your lofty throne and wipe thy brow with hand and bone gaze upon the land below, relinquish your fears, your doubts, your woe and see your mighty fallen foe worthy it was, wise teacher was he drink in your victory, rest on your knee reflect on this struggle and find you are free you're bold, you're brave, now revel with me no earth bound tether, could ever ground we.

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On this dim lit day of clouds with hues of gray My Heart sank, and tears ran down my face I felt nothing and everything at once and knew not what to say While in my Heart a cautious ember glowed My Mind was wracked and ravaged by what it had been showed A whisper of a hope as flame became rekindled The Mind had shown the Heart the truth, And the Heart’s knew found hope had dwindled The Mind grew wild and angry, the Heart grew cold and hard As one they stood and faced Life, as it dealt it’s woeful card They spurned Life’s miserable gesture and turned their backs away Fading into silence they made a solemn silent vow Never again would they fall victim, to what happened on this day.

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Jun 10, 2016

Jun 10, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC

JonW1591

Lesson's

On this dim lit day of clouds with hues of gray My Heart sank, and tears ran down my face I felt nothing and everything at once and knew not what to say While in my Heart a cautious ember glowed My Mind was wracked and ravaged by what it had been showed A whisper of a hope as flame became rekindled The Mind had shown the Heart the truth, And the Heart’s knew found hope had dwindled The Mind grew wild and angry, the Heart grew cold and hard As one they stood and faced Life, as it dealt it’s woeful card They spurned Life’s miserable gesture and turned their backs away Fading into silence they made a solemn silent vow Never again would they fall victim, to what happened on this day.

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I was born, I was born to a world, I could have sworn made for me, yet I am torn between two lives, for both I try for one is true, the other a lie yet the latter one will not comply to the way I wish to fly for one is made of wild things of mountains, trees, lakes and springs birds and beasts green grasses, and broad leaves of wind blown meadows, of rain soaked earth of sun shine skies, where clouds role by yet of late I find that I must pry away, and back to the life where I cannot fly to the life of work, routine, and traffics cry I was born, I was born but away from this I long to be torn.

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Jun 9, 2016

Jun 9, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC

JonW1591

Torn

I was born, I was born to a world, I could have sworn made for me, yet I am torn between two lives, for both I try for one is true, the other a lie yet the latter one will not comply to the way I wish to fly for one is made of wild things of mountains, trees, lakes and springs birds and beasts green grasses, and broad leaves of wind blown meadows, of rain soaked earth of sun shine skies, where clouds role by yet of late I find that I must pry away, and back to the life where I cannot fly to the life of work, routine, and traffics cry I was born, I was born but away from this I long to be torn.

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I fell in love with the angry winds the deep breaths of the world unbridled they cannot be stopped nor ever be rivaled the winds that whip and whistle tear at the roofs and sting like thistle bring down the hard rains, bring down the hail with thuds of pain, that makes the earth wail winds that bend the tall trees to bow and crack that tear at their leaves, their needles and break their backs the winds that herald the storms to come the winds who follow to blow them away the wind who's voice urges the seas to writhe and spray that forces and leads all things astray bringing in new clouds with hues of gray I fell in love with the angry winds who blew away all of my angry sins.

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Jun 9, 2016

Jun 9, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC

JonW1591

Angry Winds

I fell in love with the angry winds the deep breaths of the world unbridled they cannot be stopped nor ever be rivaled the winds that whip and whistle tear at the roofs and sting like thistle bring down the hard rains, bring down the hail with thuds of pain, that makes the earth wail winds that bend the tall trees to bow and crack that tear at their leaves, their needles and break their backs the winds that herald the storms to come the winds who follow to blow them away the wind who's voice urges the seas to writhe and spray that forces and leads all things astray bringing in new clouds with hues of gray I fell in love with the angry winds who blew away all of my angry sins.

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