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 Apr 2014 Cailey Weaver
Marian
~~~~English~~~~

Its rushing water

Pure and cold

Reminds me of a song

Played on the pedal harp

Some sweet melody

And I find myself crying

At it's majestic beauty

The ferns are dancing

Right beside the flowing waterfall

And the sun is shining through the trees

In the silent, dreaming forest

All is still and quiet

And the tall pines provide shade for all

I am dreaming, pleasantly dreaming

Of my majestic waterfall


~Marian~

~~~~Russian~~~~

Бросаясь воды

Чистый и холодный

Напоминает мне песни

Играл на арфе педали

Некоторые Нежная мелодия

И я считаю себя плакать

У него есть величественная красота

Папоротники танцы

Рядом течет водопад

И солнце светит сквозь деревья

В silent, мечтая лес

Все это еще и тихий

И высокие сосны создают тень для всех

Я мечтаю, приятно мечтать

Мой величественный водопад


~ Мариан ~
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the sun's dazzling rays
highlight every piece of bush
in a bright burnish
 Apr 2014 Cailey Weaver
Marian
The moon's rays silently touched the ground
And fir trees shivered in the bitter cold air
I breathe in the scent of wood smoke
And smile quite contentedly
I feel like dancing, and twirling
Soaring like a bird in flight
On this cold winter night
When the midnight sky
Is covered in rich, velvety black
And each star twinkles up above
While the silent world is sleeping
And children are dreaming
On this cold winter night

*~Marian~
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We
The musician and the poet
such a cliched pairing
in love with brutal love
our melancholy muses
chasing shadowed souls
into the brightest of light.
 Apr 2014 Cailey Weaver
L
"God is love."
Is He?
Because according to God,
the love I feel is a sin.
It's wrong to feel so loved.
Is God love when I write love poems for another woman?
When she holds my hand,
is He love then?
An understanding God accepts all love.
Is God love?
theology makes a muse

**
Leigh
I watched the birds fly above the hilltops and steady cliffs.

I saw the sky fade from aqua blue to sunburst orange then to a deep purple.

I felt the ground below me massage every crevice I couldn't touch.

I realized right then and there that everything was going to be okay.
4/20/14
a cucumber sandwich
shouldn't be made ahead of time
as the liquid in the cucumber
will seep through the bread like lime

you'll have a wet hand
when you lift the sandwich off the plate
your palm and fingers
will be in a saturated state

always make cucumber sandwiches
immediately before afternoon tea
as at this juncture of time
the bread will not be so soggy

your afternoon tea guests won't abide
the seepage all over their hands
it will make them feel like
jeering as spectators in a grandstand

the most tempting cucumber sandwiches
are never served wringing wet
they have a dry bread cover
akin to an indoor carpet

to stop this sort of sandwich irrigation
you must follow these preparatory recommendations
 Apr 2014 Cailey Weaver
r
I could write a poem about you.
It's true.

But a poem would only make you love me
more than you know how to.

I could write a poem about your eyes.
They're blue.

I could tell the world you make my day all day long.
Nights, too.

I could tell the world all about you.
The world would share my view.

I could say that your days live inside
my heart. They do.

I could write a poem about you.
It would be true. Would you?

r ~ 4/28/14
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