bernard-t-windwillow - Hello Poetry

Wandering the wild shore among the dunes The sunset colored the peaks in glowing gold In the shaded purple folds, gray gnarled driftwood was strewn In anticipation of the moon I strolled I love the cold white light of a waxing moon A heavenly body my path to unfold To illuminate foot prints where they were strewn Alone with dunes and beach by me patrolled From atop the sand dune a moonlit lagoon The V shaped ripples from water fowl, look, behold The surface like molten glass behind the loons Man, cannot dominate that which I behold

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 12:31 AM UTC

Dunes in Moonlight

Wandering the wild shore among the dunes The sunset colored the peaks in glowing gold In the shaded purple folds, gray gnarled driftwood was strewn In anticipation of the moon I strolled I love the cold white light of a waxing moon A heavenly body my path to unfold To illuminate foot prints where they were strewn Alone with dunes and beach by me patrolled From atop the sand dune a moonlit lagoon The V shaped ripples from water fowl, look, behold The surface like molten glass behind the loons Man, cannot dominate that which I behold

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A form letter delivered by a Colonel's wife She climbed the front porch steps on a beautiful spring day The letter she handed me would forever change my life What had been a gorgeous blue sky turned dingy and gray My remembering our sweet life cuts me like a knife The news that my best friend was never going to return I was too shocked to cry or to react in any way I carried the crumpled letter all day it made my eyes burn Friends kept coming with casseroles and some bouquets Is this table full of food and flowers what your life earns? I am staring at your photograph on the buffet I have so much to do when they bring what was you Oh, how I wish I could make it all just go away Planning a funeral my best friend to bid adieu I don't know where your earthly remains will come to lay This is not something I ever thought I would do When we used to meet after class at that tiny cafe Why did we delay our decision to have a child? I'll need something to hold as your face fades away You were my great hero so passionate and so wild I'll always agnosco veteris vestigia flammae I loved how you stood face to face with horror and smiled I must face my losses I can no longer delay I do not know what I'll miss the most you or our life

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC

The Form Letter

A form letter delivered by a Colonel's wife She climbed the front porch steps on a beautiful spring day The letter she handed me would forever change my life What had been a gorgeous blue sky turned dingy and gray My remembering our sweet life cuts me like a knife The news that my best friend was never going to return I was too shocked to cry or to react in any way I carried the crumpled letter all day it made my eyes burn Friends kept coming with casseroles and some bouquets Is this table full of food and flowers what your life earns? I am staring at your photograph on the buffet I have so much to do when they bring what was you Oh, how I wish I could make it all just go away Planning a funeral my best friend to bid adieu I don't know where your earthly remains will come to lay This is not something I ever thought I would do When we used to meet after class at that tiny cafe Why did we delay our decision to have a child? I'll need something to hold as your face fades away You were my great hero so passionate and so wild I'll always agnosco veteris vestigia flammae I loved how you stood face to face with horror and smiled I must face my losses I can no longer delay I do not know what I'll miss the most you or our life

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a covey small tan and brown feathered avian sprites in brittle grass on desiccated hills hidden in plain sight perching still as death will my close presence them excite do they sense the ending that will mark their panicked fright? I'll move they'll billow forth in the vagaries of flight fluttering trajectory will intersect my sights wild beauty convoluted billowing feathers ignite ending in a tumbling stumbling failure of their flight their camouflage plumage flecked with stains of crimson light do they regret never seeing their progeny's delight? do they feel a longing for more than is their right? they will provide a meal for my family tonight

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC

Covey

a covey small tan and brown feathered avian sprites in brittle grass on desiccated hills hidden in plain sight perching still as death will my close presence them excite do they sense the ending that will mark their panicked fright? I'll move they'll billow forth in the vagaries of flight fluttering trajectory will intersect my sights wild beauty convoluted billowing feathers ignite ending in a tumbling stumbling failure of their flight their camouflage plumage flecked with stains of crimson light do they regret never seeing their progeny's delight? do they feel a longing for more than is their right? they will provide a meal for my family tonight

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The little girl danced she took the stage and she danced She learned all the positions one by one The steps and moves came naturally she danced Her heart and soul on stage on display Music drove her force of vitality It was ardor it was desire she danced Among her in-crowd she was sweet but shy A goodie two shoes quiet and meek as a mouse A scholar a an unflagging student Whenever she was sad she danced Whenever she was happy She danced When it was sunny She danced When she fell in love She danced She flew from toe to toe When she had children She danced When she had grandchildren She danced Across the tapestry Of life She danced When the banshee howled She danced

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC

Little Girl Dance

The little girl danced she took the stage and she danced She learned all the positions one by one The steps and moves came naturally she danced Her heart and soul on stage on display Music drove her force of vitality It was ardor it was desire she danced Among her in-crowd she was sweet but shy A goodie two shoes quiet and meek as a mouse A scholar a an unflagging student Whenever she was sad she danced Whenever she was happy She danced When it was sunny She danced When she fell in love She danced She flew from toe to toe When she had children She danced When she had grandchildren She danced Across the tapestry Of life She danced When the banshee howled She danced

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The sun sinks lower in the west where it has set the sea afire Standing on the beach we, with baited breath to see the glorious green flash The phantom phenomenon lives for one magical moment Why is it that we, all of us, want to see that which will inspire? Dipping feather quill shed from a seagull in ink I make my slash Furiously writing and dipping until my pensive mood is spent Sitting in darkness, pensivity gives way to discontent Ghostly presence or absence of you. I'm haunted by your urn of ash I wouldn't need a summer day one last dance is all I dare require

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Mar 19, 2017

Mar 19, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC

Last Dance

The sun sinks lower in the west where it has set the sea afire Standing on the beach we, with baited breath to see the glorious green flash The phantom phenomenon lives for one magical moment Why is it that we, all of us, want to see that which will inspire? Dipping feather quill shed from a seagull in ink I make my slash Furiously writing and dipping until my pensive mood is spent Sitting in darkness, pensivity gives way to discontent Ghostly presence or absence of you. I'm haunted by your urn of ash I wouldn't need a summer day one last dance is all I dare require

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weeping willows dangling their thin lithesome leafed branches curved in genuflection caressing the surface of life giver Aqua as if the brimming pool perhaps a creation of its own weeping from leaf through root to leaf seeping age old unbroken circle of life memory of fingertips rife trailing ripples that won't collapse Gently did I scull the rented skiff disheartened grief stricken and stiff opposing tomorrow's defeat my heart heavy struggling to beat as if lead had bound it in straps already my mind's in sorrow seeing my sadness on the morrow the Greyhound bus diminishes until it slowly vanishes leaving me standing with our scraps of long hot steamy summer nights holding to each other despite the sweat that passion delivers though in August's heat we shiver cold promenades, foggy wraps through damp dense swirling wraiths we tail pretending to be on the trail of Jack the Ripper in our hood the hammered trilling of our blood when passion and play overlap last spring your pirouettes in flowers demanding all of my powers to not burst in flames of lust my love for you just that robust you kept your feelings under wraps how could our sweet love have come to I need to get away from you a cheap bus ticket to "the Bay" is now an entire world away.

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Mar 19, 2017

Mar 19, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC

Willows Weeping in Roeding Park

weeping willows dangling their thin lithesome leafed branches curved in genuflection caressing the surface of life giver Aqua as if the brimming pool perhaps a creation of its own weeping from leaf through root to leaf seeping age old unbroken circle of life memory of fingertips rife trailing ripples that won't collapse Gently did I scull the rented skiff disheartened grief stricken and stiff opposing tomorrow's defeat my heart heavy struggling to beat as if lead had bound it in straps already my mind's in sorrow seeing my sadness on the morrow the Greyhound bus diminishes until it slowly vanishes leaving me standing with our scraps of long hot steamy summer nights holding to each other despite the sweat that passion delivers though in August's heat we shiver cold promenades, foggy wraps through damp dense swirling wraiths we tail pretending to be on the trail of Jack the Ripper in our hood the hammered trilling of our blood when passion and play overlap last spring your pirouettes in flowers demanding all of my powers to not burst in flames of lust my love for you just that robust you kept your feelings under wraps how could our sweet love have come to I need to get away from you a cheap bus ticket to "the Bay" is now an entire world away.

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I am the soiled dove Often used never loved beginning from a tender age I'd nothing else by which to gage the aim and purpose of all the flatter Love I thought was the heart of the matter convinced myself heaven above forgave this emotional love let him control my life thought I would be his wife At a hundred parties, we'd attend He loaned me out to all his friends He told me this was proof that I loved him Finally, I realized this life so grim I used my body to gain love it came like a bolt from above I was just an object treated with gross disrespect fuck'm and the horse he rode in on I'm taking back my pudendum self-respect and declaring me myself putting your love and bull **** on a shelf I'll **** you if you ever touch me again

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC

Her

I am the soiled dove Often used never loved beginning from a tender age I'd nothing else by which to gage the aim and purpose of all the flatter Love I thought was the heart of the matter convinced myself heaven above forgave this emotional love let him control my life thought I would be his wife At a hundred parties, we'd attend He loaned me out to all his friends He told me this was proof that I loved him Finally, I realized this life so grim I used my body to gain love it came like a bolt from above I was just an object treated with gross disrespect fuck'm and the horse he rode in on I'm taking back my pudendum self-respect and declaring me myself putting your love and bull **** on a shelf I'll **** you if you ever touch me again

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The cloak of loneliness which you wear Portends of drama, death, darkness, despair You molt indigo shades of deep blue Just to be near you is to invite ague Your emptiness comes as no surprise Why do you feel so smug as you despise Anyone who tries to peek past your dark mood The sun shines even though you exclude Possible types of rational relief You wallow in your irrational grief Do you think the sun will no longer rise Because pitiful tears will cloud your eyes I cannot live in your world that's so blue But I don't want to go on without you

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC

Addicted to Blue

The cloak of loneliness which you wear Portends of drama, death, darkness, despair You molt indigo shades of deep blue Just to be near you is to invite ague Your emptiness comes as no surprise Why do you feel so smug as you despise Anyone who tries to peek past your dark mood The sun shines even though you exclude Possible types of rational relief You wallow in your irrational grief Do you think the sun will no longer rise Because pitiful tears will cloud your eyes I cannot live in your world that's so blue But I don't want to go on without you

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In an affair of infatuation that happened to me in high school. She was heartbroken and told everyone. Then I became the fool Yeah it was me I wanted to taste a big chunk of life At 17 I did not want a wife She held my hand, she kissed my lips She told me when she does her heart skips We couldn't agree Despite the feeling of egregious lust This was not a relationship I could trust She told me she lies awake and thinks of me To satisfy my ****** lust how easy could this be? I feared entrapment Her smooth skin and pretty face Was it worth the price of self-disgrace In class, she never took her eyes from me I was not overjoyed with glee A clinging vine Although her company was great at first For entangling vines, I did not thirst She demanded my 24/7 attention To escape her, I earned detention Obsession or Possession Her professions of love and eternal possession? Without my kiss, she'd have depression She'd call me at all hours of night And not hang up until daylight? Hostage to her needs I started to get concerned and did not call Or I'd not show at her place at all She threatened all sort of self-harm? Once she had even cut her arm.? What do I get that remains me She didn't know love from manipulation How could I have loved self-mutilation? This was changing from crush simple and sweet To a horror from which I wanted to retreat. Sometimes it is greener I pulled the plug and sought greener pastures I wasn't kidding this was not empty gesture This was nothing like love and more like a hi-jack All I was doing was taking my life back

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC

Heartbreak

In an affair of infatuation that happened to me in high school. She was heartbroken and told everyone. Then I became the fool Yeah it was me I wanted to taste a big chunk of life At 17 I did not want a wife She held my hand, she kissed my lips She told me when she does her heart skips We couldn't agree Despite the feeling of egregious lust This was not a relationship I could trust She told me she lies awake and thinks of me To satisfy my ****** lust how easy could this be? I feared entrapment Her smooth skin and pretty face Was it worth the price of self-disgrace In class, she never took her eyes from me I was not overjoyed with glee A clinging vine Although her company was great at first For entangling vines, I did not thirst She demanded my 24/7 attention To escape her, I earned detention Obsession or Possession Her professions of love and eternal possession? Without my kiss, she'd have depression She'd call me at all hours of night And not hang up until daylight? Hostage to her needs I started to get concerned and did not call Or I'd not show at her place at all She threatened all sort of self-harm? Once she had even cut her arm.? What do I get that remains me She didn't know love from manipulation How could I have loved self-mutilation? This was changing from crush simple and sweet To a horror from which I wanted to retreat. Sometimes it is greener I pulled the plug and sought greener pastures I wasn't kidding this was not empty gesture This was nothing like love and more like a hi-jack All I was doing was taking my life back

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How can I ever explain it? Not without a full disclosure I will tell you every bit Your kindness to which I demure Soldiers fight their own private war Mine to protect the Hill Tribes Willing to suffer all the gore All credit to them I ascribe Upon arrival in Da Nang I gathered my field gear and rifle A mission with Colonel Vang Preparation seemed but a trifle My kind mountain Hmong Tribal ladies Give a great gift to me, your sons I will escort them through Hades I'll teach them to ****** with guns Wet their tongues in cobra's blood I have come to save you from doom The coming communist red flood Boys already made their own tomb We shall fly the flags of the Hmong We'll rally boys from the villes We must slaughter the Minh and Cong The Hmong will have their own Bastille I will take a dragon to wife Boys will nurture in her foul breath They will worship their ****** knife We'll dance the ritual of death I’m the lost soul forest monster Others have come before today They are pathetic impostors We will flow through the night to slay Other boys born beneath the palm They have come to steal your life's breath It's them that we target to bomb I'll walk among you as Macbeth My Duncan is among your kin Banquo will haunt me til I rot I will be fixed with mortal sin Unable to wash away the spot I will hide my hands from Odin A conundrum in which I'm caught Future will be among the Jinn My destiny from this foul plot Your sons buried in sacred ground They'll not be stained with my darkness Peace for them will be so profound How many thanks can I express Those boys in valor's selfless crown From gallantry, their future gone Sins I keep and can't beat down For many years, I must atone. I, far removed from battles roar Do fondly remember those boys Their smiles and laughter before Stand out among life's greatest joys No more the fierce warrior am I Just an old man with memories I am needing to just say goodbye And maybe, maybe my conscience appeases

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC

Warriors Lament

How can I ever explain it? Not without a full disclosure I will tell you every bit Your kindness to which I demure Soldiers fight their own private war Mine to protect the Hill Tribes Willing to suffer all the gore All credit to them I ascribe Upon arrival in Da Nang I gathered my field gear and rifle A mission with Colonel Vang Preparation seemed but a trifle My kind mountain Hmong Tribal ladies Give a great gift to me, your sons I will escort them through Hades I'll teach them to ****** with guns Wet their tongues in cobra's blood I have come to save you from doom The coming communist red flood Boys already made their own tomb We shall fly the flags of the Hmong We'll rally boys from the villes We must slaughter the Minh and Cong The Hmong will have their own Bastille I will take a dragon to wife Boys will nurture in her foul breath They will worship their ****** knife We'll dance the ritual of death I’m the lost soul forest monster Others have come before today They are pathetic impostors We will flow through the night to slay Other boys born beneath the palm They have come to steal your life's breath It's them that we target to bomb I'll walk among you as Macbeth My Duncan is among your kin Banquo will haunt me til I rot I will be fixed with mortal sin Unable to wash away the spot I will hide my hands from Odin A conundrum in which I'm caught Future will be among the Jinn My destiny from this foul plot Your sons buried in sacred ground They'll not be stained with my darkness Peace for them will be so profound How many thanks can I express Those boys in valor's selfless crown From gallantry, their future gone Sins I keep and can't beat down For many years, I must atone. I, far removed from battles roar Do fondly remember those boys Their smiles and laughter before Stand out among life's greatest joys No more the fierce warrior am I Just an old man with memories I am needing to just say goodbye And maybe, maybe my conscience appeases

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