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Dec 2019 · 131
Magic of White
B D Caissie Dec 2019
Forest so quiet from snow through the night.
Such new and pure beauty all covered in white.

There's something special on being the first to behold.
For it seemingly safeguards one's heart from the cold.

Like walking through a wardrobe into a magical place.
A glimpse of my youth could be seen on my face.

Forest so quiet from snow through the night.
Glitters like diamonds with the sun's morning light.
Nov 2019 · 94
Happy Place
B D Caissie Nov 2019
The origin to heal is such a fickle thing.
For it needs to start deep down within.

A foundation to heal is a laughing soul.
We all deserve that chance to be whole.

To embark some need only to step away.
Many wished it would be easier to stay.

The origin to heal is such a fickle thing.
For it needs to start deep down within.
Nov 2019 · 187
Growing Together
B D Caissie Nov 2019
I am your stem
and leaf that
supports you as we
reach out on sunny days.

We soak up each
other's tears like rain
growing stronger
when clouds prevail.

You my love
are that rare and
beautiful flower that
blossoms for only me...

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Nov 2019 · 268
Bitterness Cold
B D Caissie Nov 2019
‘Tis a lonely place to walk alone.
The trees are bare that winds have combed...

The bitter cold that numbs the skin.
An effigy of the pain within...

Snow has fallen tears have bled.
Frozen in time within one's head...

Heavy the soul and foot doth part.
Until the spring can warm one's heart...

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Nov 2019 · 109
Thought Full
B D Caissie Nov 2019
Into the winter
wind I trot
This lonely path,
weathered in thought.

Ice and snow,
laconic to my plight.
Cold and beautiful
land of white.

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Nov 2019 · 178
Haiku #2
B D Caissie Nov 2019
Lift up my spirit
Let it soar above the clouds
Carry me away

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Nov 2019 · 185
Ode to Autumn
B D Caissie Nov 2019
Staring at the trees
Count the fallen leaves
Shivers from the breeze
While departing summer grieves
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Nov 2019 · 223
Blanket of Solitude
B D Caissie Nov 2019
I find solitude in the silence of the woods,
where sounds are absorbed by snowflakes
as they fall quietly to the earth.

Profound silence is only deafening to
those who aren't listening. For me it
provides a kind of peace and calm.

If only this moment could be captured in a
snow globe, for then I would take it everywhere
I go and gaze upon it's falling snow.
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Nov 2019 · 258
Paladin Writes
B D Caissie Nov 2019
When faced with turbulent seasons
I weather the storm like a paladin knight

Constantly searching for my holy grail
So I may quench my thirst for happiness

Lost in a shadowed forest of poor choices
Yearning guidance from my round table

Drawing my sword I ****** forth my quill
Shield raised guarding my fragile heart

I pray my fate is not yet written in stone
For I've not yet vanquished life's dragons

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Oct 2019 · 274
Fashion Challenged
B D Caissie Oct 2019
Socks and sandals a fashion faux pas?
I've been told that its an unspoken law.

Whether they're  thick or thin, woolen or silky.
As long as they hide feet so pale and milky.

Not only do they keep my toes toasty warm.
But cover those hideous and unsightly corns
Oct 2019 · 113
Social Vagabond
B D Caissie Oct 2019
I don't like to use the word hate, but busybody worker bees who micro-analyze what other people do or don't do, **** me off.

We're all different and have our own quirky personalities. I see those who single people out in so-called social circles. They don't fool me with their classic misdirection. Trying to hide and mask their own insecurities and weirdness. All to ensure that they fit in with the so-called norm.

I'm weird and I wear it like a three-piece suit, and you know what? I'm looking good! Attention all you circles, clicks, and social groups. I'll keep being me. If that puts me on the outside looking in, then so be it for that's where my freedom dwells.

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Oct 2019 · 446
My Journey For Adventure
B D Caissie Oct 2019
Armed with my umbrella I ventured out into the rain.
Quickening my pace as thoughts begin racing through my brain.
Travel bag draped across my chest by my lucky shoulder strap.
I hastily folded up the seemingly old and weathered treasure map.
When I finally reached my car I fumbled desperately for my keys.
Upon entering, glancing in the mirror. Is someone following me?

Shaking off that feeling that I'm secretly being sought.
I turned the key over but the ****** engine wouldn’t start.
Exasperated I pressed my head against the steering wheel.
Just then off in the distance, I could hear foreboding tires squeal.
Set off back in the pouring rain I jogged towards my destination.
Peering quickly at my watch. Will I still make it to the station?

Wet and weary the street lamps reveal that I'm nearly there.
I turn and proceed backwards as I slowly cross the square.
Finally my footsteps echo in the station, lights flicker on the walls.
Slipping on the marble  while navigating through  poorly lit halls.
Map said locker number 78 so that’s what I hoped to find.
I think I might be going in circles, was I losing my freaking mind?

Finally on the right track, I scan the lockers, 76, 77 and 78. Now what?
I have neither key nor combination, may as well be welded shut.
Wait it’s not locked! I lift the latch and gingerly swing open the door.
An old flip phone!? I pick it up, startlingly it rings and I watch it hit the floor.
Quickly I grab it from between my feet, flip it open saying ”beam me up, Scotty!”
Couldn’t recognize the mysterious muffled voice, was the reception in here shoddy?

The person on the other end said, board the next train due.
They quickly hung up before I could ask when, why or who.
I seriously began to question the authenticity of this map.
As I followed colour coded arrows, my curiosity had me trapped.
Just then the station speaker crackled its arrival on platform three.
Proceeded by don't worry about a ticket. Were they expecting me?

I make it to the boarding strip no longer caring about getting wet.
Then glancing across the platform I begin to see a foreboding silhouette.
As the gap between us shortens I begin to see a familiar step.
When the face of this figure came into view my heart it surely leapt.
My wife was staring back at me with a bag for going on a trip.
She said I hear you’re looking for adventure as she bites her bottom lip...

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Oct 2019 · 228
The Grand River
B D Caissie Oct 2019
Love that floats on the river grand
Ferry me away to a peaceful land

Trickles of hope happiness dares
Freedom currents carry my prayers

Perhaps happiness lies around the bend
Till then I’ll dream of days of when

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Oct 2019 · 160
Yesterday
B D Caissie Oct 2019
It was as if only yesterday...

The endless sounds of rippling water passing me by.

Birds whistling a soothing song that all is well.

A gentle breeze rustling the leaves above and the grasses below.

The smell of earth, air and water filling my lungs.

Exhaling my troubles onto the gentle river and watching them float away.

I miss yesterday...

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Oct 2019 · 155
Thoughts 101
B D Caissie Oct 2019
To knowingly deprive someone of their happiness is a form of cruelty that not even the hardest of men could endure.

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Oct 2019 · 73
Daylight Saver
B D Caissie Oct 2019
Approaching night
Wasting light
Save my soul
Before your sight

If I should stray
Beyond this day
Make me whole
For this I pray

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Oct 2019 · 594
Haiku
B D Caissie Oct 2019
Sundial casts shadows
Mirror reflects forgiveness
Joy comes at sunrise

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Sep 2019 · 273
Time Well Spent...
B D Caissie Sep 2019
If I could save time in a locket, I would wear it around my neck and sail the seas. Thus being immortally known as the father of time travel.

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Sep 2019 · 107
plagiarize This
B D Caissie Sep 2019
You may take our words and make them yours.

But our fiery spirit is what makes a true writer soar.

We scribble with our hearts, like so many who’ve come before.

For most it’s therapy for their internal raging wars.

Our words are endless like waves crashing along the shore.

Slowly eating at your conscience receding more and more.

Like the rising and setting of the sun our words will endure.

Therefore armed with our pens it’s you we feel sorry for.
Sep 2019 · 361
Missing You
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Phlox in a field leave a lovely smell in the air. Yet, the fragrance of them cannot compare to the scent on my pillow when last you were there...

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Sep 2019 · 165
Picture Perfect
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Nature in a picture frame
I yearn to climb within.
Staring lost in thought with
hands upon my chin.

Peering at the Heron who
holds his pose with ease.
I hear the birds a chirping
high amongst the trees.

Should you try and find me
look beyond the cove.
You’ll find me full of laughter
dancing in the grove.

Jumping with the rabbit
prancing with the deer.
The only thing that brings me
back are those I hold so dear...

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Sep 2019 · 541
Gone Fishing
B D Caissie Sep 2019
When fishing, sometimes it's not what you catch, but what one releases while there that makes the trip worthwhile...
Sep 2019 · 167
S. T. O. P.
B D Caissie Sep 2019
STABILITY
What has become of you? Your missing from our homes, our families and our relationships. People are forced to work multiple jobs just to get by never mind keeping up with the Joneses. juggling the responsibilities of home and work. who is affected most by this but our children and who they become.

THANKFULNESS
Something we must remind ourselves on a daily basis that we live in a country that is free. Although there are cracks and flaws, we are blessed. We are all guilty of taking for granted all that we have and dare I say above and beyond our needs. Which seems to have become an epidemic of sorts. So lets not forget the word thankfulness and what it means.

OPEN
our hearts to those in need, not just as individuals but as a country. It could be used to describe transparency for our government. Open to new ideas and not close-minded, free of walls and obstructions and not just in the physical sense. It could mean so much more than just a sign hanging in a store front window.

POSITIVE
There's something to be said about the power of positive thinking. Sometimes it seems every word out of our mouths oozes negativity. Its a far to easy habit to fall into. We need to retrain our thought process and pay more attention to the words that we speak.  I'm reminded of that old misguided saying "sticks and stones..." Words can wound or words can heal, the choice is ours.  


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Sep 2019 · 185
Untitled
B D Caissie Sep 2019
My dearest love why did you run from me, when my heart only raced for you.

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Sep 2019 · 398
Beautiful You
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Under the surface what
pain are you feeling?
Secret thoughts that send
your mind reeling?

I will not pretend to
understand your hurt.
That paralyzing sorrow
that leaves you inert.

Suicide is not the cure to
all of life's fears.
Whisper all of your
burdens to heavenly ears.

What mental illness keeps
hidden from view,
He clearly can see the
beautiful you.

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Sep 2019 · 80
Lonesome Love
B D Caissie Sep 2019
I’d climb the highest mountain peak to greet you.
Can you see?
I’d nosedive my way back down to be with you.
Are you free?
I’d walk through flames for a moment of your time.
Do you care?
I’d wade through ashes of despair to meet you.
Are you there?

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My love for you is a slow and steady burn.

My scars suggest perhaps I’ll never learn.

You left me staring blankly in the rain.

Gazing out the window on a slowly departing train...



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I know this poem kind of changes but I'm okay with it.
Sep 2019 · 133
Thine Old House
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Gazing through the window at generations of flowers in the garden of her long-departed youth.

The pendulum of time passes in consonance with the rocking of her chair until she smiles her last breath.

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Sep 2019 · 225
Dawn of Sanity
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Sleepless nights I look to thee
Within the dark how clear I see

Scars they open and speak to me
Pleading my mind to be set free

I look upon paper to write my plea
Heaven’s gift that fears must flee

The dawn will rise a timely decree
Light of hope for our humanity

Or at the very least my sanity...


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Sep 2019 · 63
Thoughts 101
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Why is it people bite off more than their willing to chew?

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Sep 2019 · 64
Thoughts 101
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Capture despondency and confine it to verse. Control what is written, your emotions inverse.

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Sep 2019 · 159
Poetic Gauntlet
B D Caissie Sep 2019
I know hurt, I’ve experienced that pain
Burns of betrayal like tears of acid rain

Scars compared to rings on trunks of trees
Denotes all the years but not all the fees

Quell those wounds with lyrical outlets
Dropping words like a proverbial gauntlet

Don't water those planted seeds of doubt
Let's plow them over and throw them out

Above each day, conquering all one's  fears
Let hope be our tour guide, a new frontier

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Sep 2019 · 194
Lonely Roads
B D Caissie Sep 2019
I’m sorry that I lost my way
That’s why I’m at your door today

I thought the road was calling me
And that there was so much to see

As time edged forward and further away
I knew in my heart I should have stayed

So now I'm standing at your door
With eyes cast down upon the floor

Thoughts telling me that you've moved on Convincing me that it's been to long

Your disbelieving distant eyes bestowed. My heart now belongs to the open road.


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Sep 2019 · 134
Thoughts 101
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Realize your worth without short-changing those around you.

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Sep 2019 · 137
Thoughts 101
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Memories... Such a love, hate relationship.
Sep 2019 · 104
Thoughts 101
B D Caissie Sep 2019
There is no greater motivation than the inspiration of true love.


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Sep 2019 · 324
Thoughts 101
B D Caissie Sep 2019
A thistle in a meadow is bold and beautiful, not because it's different, but because it was given a chance to grow...


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Sep 2019 · 352
Loves Warmth
B D Caissie Sep 2019
On this day I've nothing to give thee, save one but my heart I offer it freely.

Trapped in the cold of winter's asylum, your love warms my heart as to springeth to blossom.  

Your kisses like snowflakes fall gently on my skin, melting in a pool for our emotions to swim.

You've the midday sun forever upon thee, casting a light that lovingly guides me.

The key to my heart is wrapped in your love, soaring above in the form of a dove.

So forever together we walk hand in hand, even unto death to the promised land.
Sep 2019 · 295
Season of Love
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Autumn is here,  your morning light, the glow on your face is out of sight.

I’ll take your hand, you take me there, I’d follow your beauty anywhere.

Craving your touch, breath on my skin, your tender whispers inviting me in.

Lost in flight, seat of my pants, these feelings can't be purely by chance.

This must be love, it all feels right,   your smiles my beacon when days fade to night.


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Sep 2019 · 3.4k
Thoughts 101
B D Caissie Sep 2019
In a field of corn, it’s ok to be a sunflower.
Be yourself
Sep 2019 · 125
Raging Hearts
B D Caissie Sep 2019
If you are bitter you are like a dry leaf that crumbles with the slightest touch and gets blown away by a whirlwind of hate. Only forgiveness can calm the storm raging inside your heart...


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Sep 2019 · 104
Untitled
B D Caissie Sep 2019
M
Monkey
Miming nuisance
Might be banana’s
Making weapons from poo
Marvellously behaved sitting on hands

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Sep 2019 · 159
Lost in Thought
B D Caissie Sep 2019
The empty stare, beyond what's there.
The mind’s eye seems to draw me there.  

To a place of peace and a place of calm.
In a world where something must be wrong.

Oh how I long to guide you through.
This tunnel vision point of view.

Within my mind’s eye I see you there.
What others perceive as a cold blank stare.




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Sep 2019 · 337
The Pinecone
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Lying
colours fading
Dying
needles fraying
Rotten
times decaying
Forgotten
Cone of silence...


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Sep 2019 · 418
The Stage
B D Caissie Sep 2019
On this stage called life, the sunrises the audience to their feet and the sunset steals the show...


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Sep 2019 · 151
Small Minded Gossip
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Your devious gossip purely insecure driven. Whats worse is people actually listen.

Your mouth spews forth a relentless chatter. Friend or foe, I’m quite certain the latter.

You believe that your inside my head. But I’ve faced the monsters under my bed.

You know I’ve dealt with your kind before. I’ll scrape you off and leave your **** at the door.


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Sep 2019 · 207
Lost Love
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Where art thou my love, with thy presence, brings forth a warmth that cannot be denied.  

Where art thou my love, with thy gentle touch awakens that which has laid dormant for a season.  

Where art thou my love, with thy soft whispers of spring transmit a breath of tenderness  from thy lips.  

Where art thou my love, with thy buddings of anticipation and thy blossoms of pleasure.  

Where art thou my love, when birds chirp serenades and the lonely dove coos to his beloved.  

Where art thou my love, where art thou...


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Sep 2019 · 185
Modest Living
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Across the water a house I’ve seen.
It’s stature consists of modest means.

Simple and weathered with limited space. Its view would leave a permanent grin on your face.

With a river at its doorstep and neighbours for trees.
Looks like a cure for suburban disease.

Surrounded by colours of yellow and green.
It’s the richest abode that I’ve ever seen...


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Sep 2019 · 136
Fallen
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Oh fallen flower, how your colour burns more brightly ensconced upon this  weathered pew.  Fate, it seems has brought you to this resting place to soften its callus surface. Though your time left upon this crag is fleeting, your place is here and now.


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Sep 2019 · 196
Betrothed to Sadness
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Your mood rippled across the room, my confession of love came way too soon.

How do I compose words to describe, the beauty behind those saddened eyes.

She said her happiness was not meant to be, nothing I said or did could set her free.

She said her leaving was never my fault, just another notch upon her hearts vault.

Deep down I knew she would never stay, so I watched her slowly walk away.


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Sep 2019 · 90
Skies the Limit
B D Caissie Sep 2019
A river of moments pulses through our veins.
Held down solely with anchors and chains.

Life keeps rolling forward, drifting by and by.
As time carries on we continue to try.

Water rises and quickens with inexorable rains.
Rapids bring wisdom our souls collect and attain.

With it faith to drop anchor open our wings and fly.
Steering with heartstrings in the firmament skies.


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