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While The Flowers Bloom,
The Sun Greets The Newborn Leaves,
And Sings With The Birds

                         In The Dawning Light
              Butterflies Dance In Spring's Breeze
                           Oh How They Soar


                                                     *In The Noonday Sun
                                       Robins Scuttle In Lush Grass
                                           Grass Which Is Knee High


                          
As Dusk Approaches
             Crickets Clear Their Throats To Sing
                          While The Moon Rises

*As The Stars Awake,
The Nocturnal Creatures Stir,
An Eerie Howl Sounds
Can You Tell I'm Excited For Spring?
564 Miles.
8 Hours.
1/3rd of a day.
Far away from each other.
You leave in 4 months,
But I do as well.
Omaha.
Denver.
Two completely different places.
No more late nights.
No more sappy movies.
No more deep conversations.
Not face to face at least.
Not what we are used to.
But you will be happy.
And so will I.
We will both be where we are comfortable.
Where we both love to be.
You are my best friend.
My sloot.
My goldfish stealer.
Where you are happy, I am happy for you.
I want to see you happy.
I want you to be where you want to be.
And when you come back,
I will be here.
Like I always am.
It will be like nothing ever changed.
My dear best friend,
Be happy.
If you are happy, I am happy for you.
You might be far away,
But in our hearts,
We will always there.
I love you.
…****.
 Feb 2013 RyanMJenkins
Lyra Brown
one thing is for sure:
it's easier
to replace something
than to change something.

for a long time she turned away from the mirror
and watched herself replace
scars with *****,
validating it because at least
she was only hurting herself
one way and not both.

for a long time i moved away from my mother
and turned into a doormat disguised
as a magnet that attracted
people that used me just as often,
and loved me just as little and wondered
why i still felt the same level of worthlessness at the end of the day
that i felt as a little girl.

for a long time i pushed people away
and to this day
i wish someone would have told me
how childhood abandonment will stick with you
through the long haul of adulthood,
but no one did and so i watched people leave
and wondered why they left, where they went
and for the people who stayed, i wondered
why they were still here, and how much more awful of a person
did i have to be
to get them to leave me.

"you wanted this." some would say,
when they found me drenched with sweat and blood and tears
sobbing on the floor
"get up. stop crying. you're being pathetic."
and i agreed with them, because i didn't know
any better.

it's easier
to replace your feelings with somebody else's
it's easier to blame yourself for why others left you
it's easier to assume no one will ever love you
more than they love getting drunk and having fun

but a good friend of mine once told me,
the easy thing is very rarely the right thing
and that maybe she should take her own advice
and that in retrospect, yes,
replacement is the signature replica of how you were raised
but real change,
that is the true definition of a life transition.
As I drive past, I spy, in the sky
above the air force station of Bangalore,
two vrooming fighter jets,
three hedge hopping choppers,
five flitting dragon flies in mirth beyond words,
a swallow in love, with his lady love in tow;
fly in formations-
creations of own convenience,
(except for  the machines,
that strictly  follow rules)
against the big, round, magenta sun,
getting prepared
to set behind the mountains.
Was there a word,
Plain or shimmering,
Cast of gold and mercy,
In the bathing light of forgiveness,
Tempered with down and feather,
Wrought of worthiness and pride,
The mellow flame of tenderness
And shearing morning sun,
One tabulation of saving flesh,
The tapping root of the knowledge
Tree, the forge of stainless metal
And touch, stone direction,
One healing humour, cardinal
As blood, forceful as the salt
Journey bearing the pines
Of lodestar coordinates,
Spotting the Xanadu ex
Of the lost lovers?
 Feb 2013 RyanMJenkins
Ris Howie
I think of your new hands on my hips,
Only for a second only for a passing,
But when I try to mark and label the feeling flickered in that moment,
Experience veils my mind from the ability to distinguish my emotions.

I think of how a particular cologne no longer lingers,
Of how it no longer holds the poignancy of my young love,
Now I begin to distrust my ability to distinguish adolescent friendship from the once experienced love,
Experience lends me incapable of knowing my hearts intention by that flickering,
As I think of your new hands on my hips.
Once we experience our first love and its loss, how do we once again try to distinguish feelings of friendship from feelings of something more?
 Feb 2013 RyanMJenkins
Ris Howie
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 Feb 2013 RyanMJenkins
Ris Howie
[r]
When the light turns red I won't be stopping
For my thoughts move too fast than to
Match the slowing staccato of my feet.

What a strange way to be
Moving too fast for your feet to follow
Though I suppose it is how most become over time.
 Feb 2013 RyanMJenkins
Hilda
~~~~~~English~~~~~
Snowdrops sparkle with pearly dew
and all the world wakes anew
with breezes soft which caress my cheeks
on this balmy afternoon
dappled sunshine crowns the world with gold
and the Thrush's flute like song fills the evening air
crocuses and daffodils nod and sway
and the mountain stream reflects the sunset in the west
the golden sun turns to red and sinks below the sunset's curtain
and takes its heavenly sleep
while the moon hastily wakes and provides
a dim light to the world while the sun sleeps
beneath the sky
the stars twinkle merrily
as the owls hoot some lullaby full of melody
and the whole world is hushed to sleep
'til morning doth appear
with it's sun rays dancing through my window
and greets me with a sunrise which God painted so beautiful
a brand new day has begun
with work as mothers always do each and every live long day
pastel pink clouds drift lazily
and little rosebuds drop their dainty dew
such a lovely day hath dawned
and I wish everyday could be like this
now it is nighttime again
and the moon's rays hit my bedroom floor
and as I lay here I think about how days are so very short
that is why we should make the most of time for it is so precious
like moonlight because it does not last long even though it happens most
every night
it is the same with time. . . it does not last long even though it happens everyday
that is why we should make the most of it

~Hilda~

~~~~~~French~~~~~~
Perce-neige brillent de rosée nacrée
et tout le monde se réveille de nouveau
avec les brises douces qui caressent mes joues
cette après-midi doux
soleil pommelé couronnes au monde d'or
et la flûte de la Grive comme chanson remplit l'air du soir
les crocus et les jonquilles hoche la tête et se balancent
et le ruisseau de montagne reflète le coucher de soleil à l'ouest
le soleil passe au rouge et disparaît sous le rideau du coucher du soleil
et prend son sommeil céleste
tandis que la lune hâtivement se réveille et fournit
une faible lumière au monde alors que le soleil dort
sous le ciel
les étoiles brillent gaiement
comme les hiboux hululent certains berceuse plein de mélodie
et tout le monde est étouffée à dormir
jusqu'à ce matin apparaissent
avec elle sont les rayons de soleil dansant à travers ma fenêtre
et me salue avec un lever de soleil qui Dieu peint si belle
un brand new day a commencé
avec le travail en tant que mères, toujours faire chaque jour vivre longtemps
nuages roses pastels dérivent paresseusement
rosebuds peu déposer leur délicate rosée
Cette belle journée a l'aube
et je souhaite à tous les jours pouvaient être comme ça
C'est maintenant la nuit encore une fois
et les rayons de la lune a frappé mon plancher de la chambre à coucher
et que je pose ici, selon moi, sur combien de jours sont donc très courts
C'est pourquoi nous devrions faire le plus de temps car il est si précieux
comme la lune parce qu'elle ne dure pas longtemps même si il arrive plus
tous les soirs
C'est la même chose avec le temps... il ne dure pas longtemps, même s'il arrive tous les jours
C'est pourquoi nous devrions faire le meilleur de lui

**~Hilda~
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