luther-lynton-seahand - Hello Poetry

I walk on given precious gems far better than a crown of gold two stands with jointed wiggling stems to bring me places yet untold As swift as wind, gentler though to climb the highest rocky peaks for dashing past the trees that grow beside the spring time lazy creeks Graceful, still, awkward Why? Getting longer, skilled, with age many shoes, new pairs to fly a ballerina takes the stage They're mine, not perfect but complete down below, my own two feet

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Jan 17, 2019

Jan 17, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC

luther-lynton-seahand

My Own Two Feet

I walk on given precious gems far better than a crown of gold two stands with jointed wiggling stems to bring me places yet untold As swift as wind, gentler though to climb the highest rocky peaks for dashing past the trees that grow beside the spring time lazy creeks Graceful, still, awkward Why? Getting longer, skilled, with age many shoes, new pairs to fly a ballerina takes the stage They're mine, not perfect but complete down below, my own two feet

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This glorious time of year grace is in bloom, divine supple spindles gleam by golden beam waltz, waltz June fairies from dandelion to lofty pine Off on a stroll above meadows scented wisps, a tryst, oh my sandalwood, sweet fair mulberry treat swoon, swoon ethereal swans into the mild, evening light, of July Stirring for summer's farewell frail wonders, tulips, up high butterflies pair with delicate flair steady, steady August delights primroses await your slumbering sigh ~ Luther Lynton Seahand ~

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Jan 15, 2015

Jan 15, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC

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Summer

This glorious time of year grace is in bloom, divine supple spindles gleam by golden beam waltz, waltz June fairies from dandelion to lofty pine Off on a stroll above meadows scented wisps, a tryst, oh my sandalwood, sweet fair mulberry treat swoon, swoon ethereal swans into the mild, evening light, of July Stirring for summer's farewell frail wonders, tulips, up high butterflies pair with delicate flair steady, steady August delights primroses await your slumbering sigh ~ Luther Lynton Seahand ~

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夜の雨流れーつに春遠し yoru no âme nagare hitotsu ni haru toushi   night rain meandering  down the banks of the lonely river  spring is distant

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC

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Lonely River

夜の雨流れーつに春遠し yoru no âme nagare hitotsu ni haru toushi   night rain meandering  down the banks of the lonely river  spring is distant

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When a horse is on his knee  Don't shoot him till he stands  One so proud, a final plea  Is his to stay your hands Will you drag him when he's dead  Should you tear his flesh and mane  Leave him there to shed  His glory in the rain For when the clouds have risen  His figure leaves his voice  Painted in the prison  Of life without a choice

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC

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Last Stand

When a horse is on his knee  Don't shoot him till he stands  One so proud, a final plea  Is his to stay your hands Will you drag him when he's dead  Should you tear his flesh and mane  Leave him there to shed  His glory in the rain For when the clouds have risen  His figure leaves his voice  Painted in the prison  Of life without a choice

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Clouds are weeping at my door Puddles tearfully trickle in Moonlight falls, whisper thin Shingles chatter on the roof Winter sends her lonely kiss Restless winds, a soulful hiss Tousled twigs caress the windows Shattered leaves sorrow down Willows writhe, orchids frown Shutters sigh outside these walls Thunder moans in evening gloom Wilted love, she cannot bloom

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Feb 6, 2014

Feb 6, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC

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This House

Clouds are weeping at my door Puddles tearfully trickle in Moonlight falls, whisper thin Shingles chatter on the roof Winter sends her lonely kiss Restless winds, a soulful hiss Tousled twigs caress the windows Shattered leaves sorrow down Willows writhe, orchids frown Shutters sigh outside these walls Thunder moans in evening gloom Wilted love, she cannot bloom

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A Scotsman's daughter named Nelly  Drew pictures of mice on her belly  That night in a dream  She squeaked out a scream  And woke with a tail in New Delhi

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Feb 6, 2014

Feb 6, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC

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Mice ~ A Little Humor To Brighten Up Your Day

A Scotsman's daughter named Nelly  Drew pictures of mice on her belly  That night in a dream  She squeaked out a scream  And woke with a tail in New Delhi

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There are so many people I miss, especially my wife, and the very exciting things we used to do together. Sometimes I am sorrowfully speechless at the thought of them, and often drowning in a pool of private tears over the loss of my one true love. She looks past me as if to see through me as anything and everything deserves her attention more than I do. However hard I try to pretend it isn't there, a gnawing heartache lingers through the day from the hours of crushing melancholy in the night, seeping into the tone of my voice, fading the vivid colors of the world to a drabby gray. Even in laughter, I have to fight the dark clouds that threaten to cast a shadow in my expressions. Can't pull a rabbit out of the hat anymore. No more escape tricks. I am, fresh out of hope, physically exhausted, emotionally defeated to my core. It is a very lonely place where all the doors have been shut and bolted from the outside, and the four baren dingy walls that fill my vision in the dimming landscape of life are a stinging reminder of my failures as a father and the inability to measure up as a good husband. That hour is here, I knew it would come. I'm off, to a better place. Goodbye.

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Feb 5, 2014

Feb 5, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC

luther-lynton-seahand

Somber Parting ~ Through The Eyes Of My Late father ~

There are so many people I miss, especially my wife, and the very exciting things we used to do together. Sometimes I am sorrowfully speechless at the thought of them, and often drowning in a pool of private tears over the loss of my one true love. She looks past me as if to see through me as anything and everything deserves her attention more than I do. However hard I try to pretend it isn't there, a gnawing heartache lingers through the day from the hours of crushing melancholy in the night, seeping into the tone of my voice, fading the vivid colors of the world to a drabby gray. Even in laughter, I have to fight the dark clouds that threaten to cast a shadow in my expressions. Can't pull a rabbit out of the hat anymore. No more escape tricks. I am, fresh out of hope, physically exhausted, emotionally defeated to my core. It is a very lonely place where all the doors have been shut and bolted from the outside, and the four baren dingy walls that fill my vision in the dimming landscape of life are a stinging reminder of my failures as a father and the inability to measure up as a good husband. That hour is here, I knew it would come. I'm off, to a better place. Goodbye.

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A Sunflower  Every hour  Smiles brightly on the world Shadows creep Sparrows sleep  Not so, her petals gold and cheery I’ve often thought  Of you a lot  As wonderful and caring

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Feb 3, 2014

Feb 3, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC

luther-lynton-seahand

My Sunflower

A Sunflower  Every hour  Smiles brightly on the world Shadows creep Sparrows sleep  Not so, her petals gold and cheery I’ve often thought  Of you a lot  As wonderful and caring

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The finest day of spring Petals dance on sudden gales Counting everyone Before the sinking sun Fly, fly little wings Like love that never fails Shadows begin to wake To a chorus that is the night Crickets fiddle, slow Warblers whistle, low Shine, shine velvet moon Till last you fade from sight Hear the sea in song Where the swallows play and die Starlight in the haze Flicker fireflies, ablaze Stay, stay gentle dream Beneath the candles in the sky

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Feb 2, 2014

Feb 2, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC

luther-lynton-seahand

Spring

The finest day of spring Petals dance on sudden gales Counting everyone Before the sinking sun Fly, fly little wings Like love that never fails Shadows begin to wake To a chorus that is the night Crickets fiddle, slow Warblers whistle, low Shine, shine velvet moon Till last you fade from sight Hear the sea in song Where the swallows play and die Starlight in the haze Flicker fireflies, ablaze Stay, stay gentle dream Beneath the candles in the sky

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Gray is the season that withers Blossoms dulled by satin frost How they sadly fall Cruel chill, it breaks them all Rest, rest immortal doves While winter feigns treasures lost Crystal brooks still as dusk Mirror figures warm at heart Oaks over icy knolls Sprawling old souls Flutter, flutter leafless arches For that single spark of life to start Blushing through frozen woods Morning hints at splendor, frail A starling in the snow Sleeping on her bough Wake, wake feathered angel Sing sweet trills of the nightingale

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Feb 2, 2014

Feb 2, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC

luther-lynton-seahand

Winter

Gray is the season that withers Blossoms dulled by satin frost How they sadly fall Cruel chill, it breaks them all Rest, rest immortal doves While winter feigns treasures lost Crystal brooks still as dusk Mirror figures warm at heart Oaks over icy knolls Sprawling old souls Flutter, flutter leafless arches For that single spark of life to start Blushing through frozen woods Morning hints at splendor, frail A starling in the snow Sleeping on her bough Wake, wake feathered angel Sing sweet trills of the nightingale

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