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Lane O 4d
I had gone outdoors, hopeful,
For the grace of falling rain;
Though its bounty would bestow
On dry earth all the same.  

Anon, my heart's cheer withered,
As I strolled on through the wood;
Come to my surprise, the leaves
Bear more drops than they should.
6d · 204
Mounds of Gold
Lane O 6d
Oh, those mounds of gold that bestrew my yard
Are piles of crisp oak leaves I raked this fall.
Ere their deep hue of verdurous beauty
Belonged to the summertime, I recall.
6d · 76
Gypsy Flower
Lane O 6d
A wildflower bloomed
On the edge of a path.
One scarce of flora,
So I bent down to ask.

"How did you flourish
In soil so lorn?"
Her reply was brief,
But it carried no scorn.

"Oh yes, it's quite odd
To have sprouted here alone,"
Said the gypsy flower,
Amongst gravel and stone.
6d · 253
Dusk and Dawn
Lane O 6d
It's when the stars lose their shine,
That I see the colors intertwine:
The pale gold of morning light,
Fused with the amethyst of the night;
Then the robin sings its song,
At the marriage of dusk and dawn.
Sep 8 · 170
Lust
Lane O Sep 8
Rills of sweat, glisten
Beading down our necks like rain
Bodies soaked in lust
Sep 8 · 140
Thrist
Lane O Sep 8
Your love is my vice
Thirsting for your soft caress
Carnal addiction
Sep 8 · 64
Rosary
Lane O Sep 8
Black rosary beads
Holy prayers uttered to God
Penance for my sins
Sep 8 · 317
Heaven
Lane O Sep 8
Your eyes, full of stars
A sea of constellations
You are my heaven
Sep 8 · 130
Nectar
Lane O Sep 8
Brimming with passion
Lush valley of sweet nectar
I drink from your stream
Aug 31 · 119
Sleepless Christmas Eves
Lane O Aug 31
Sleepless nights when I was young,
fond times - I reminisce;
though many I cannot recall,
there is one I truly miss:

Midnight mass at the cathedral,
the echo of sung hymns;
growing restless in the pew,
as the candles all burned dim.

Still of the night - heavy silence,
white flake now falling  swift;
plumes of smoke from chimneys,
and in windows stood trees lit.

Waiting in suspense - so eager,
in my bed under the sheets;
hearing  the howl of a winter's gale
blustering against the eaves.

Old Saint Nick would soon arrive,
with his sleigh and sack of gifts;
bringing joy to all boys and girls,
and crossing names off His list.

But now I have aged and withered,
and so Christmas has lost its glow;
on its Eve I still remain awake,
and watch the falling snow.
Aug 31 · 91
Moments of Peace
Lane O Aug 31
Moments of peace are fleeting;
just as dew will vanish at dawn.
Smile and savor the seconds
'cause before you know it they're gone.
Aug 31 · 100
Monarch
Lane O Aug 31
Fluttering monarch
Basks upon purple milkweed
Orange wings now idle
Aug 30 · 97
Apples
Lane O Aug 30
Bushels of apples
Picked from the orchard this fall
Ripe, crimson, and sweet
Aug 29 · 289
Fireflies
Lane O Aug 29
Fireflies in a jar
A lantern to light my path
Keep bright the dark night
Aug 22 · 121
Cicadas
Lane O Aug 22
Cicadas singing
Crescendo in the dark wood
Summer's droning chorus
Aug 20 · 265
Never led astray
Lane O Aug 20
When the light begins to fade,
I have you to guide me through the darkness;
your hand in mine,
never to be led astray

- Lane O.
Aug 19 · 88
Hope
Lane O Aug 19
Even when I unravel,
hope still hangs on by a
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Aug 18 · 129
My heart's refrain
Lane O Aug 18
Every beat of my heart
sings the same sweet refrain:
Your name
Aug 18 · 96
Sea oats
Lane O Aug 18
Sea oats rustling
As salty gales drive ashore
Forever dancing
Aug 17 · 89
Wounds that can't heal
Lane O Aug 17
Words can strike like swords,
leaving wounds that time can't heal;
They scar the heart and soul,
more so than iron or steel.
Aug 16 · 275
Rainbows
Lane O Aug 16
Not all storms endow us rainbows,
Albeit the clouds depart,
But the sunshine will still assuage,
With fiery rays to a gelid heart.
Aug 15 · 105
Barn Swallows
Lane O Aug 15
barn swallows take wing
cobalt streaks in the gray sky
over fields they fly
Aug 15 · 234
Love is a vine
Lane O Aug 15
Love's vine stems from the heart;
it is ivy creeping through iron gates.
Wanders free through stony soil,
rushing stream, and bank.
It can loiter in the garden,
and fall victim to the spring rain.
But do not despair, my dear,
for its passion is like a flame:
Forever burning in its tendrils,
its coiled roots and leaves;
survives environs menace,
summer's blaze, and winter's freeze.
Aug 12 · 194
Clouds
Lane O Aug 12
Lazy clouds drift by
White billows in azure sea
Pregnant with raindrops
Aug 11 · 285
Pale Moon
Lane O Aug 11
oh moon, hanging high
glowing majestic, night sky
wax and wane, firefly
another moon haiku :)
Aug 10 · 107
Tea time
Lane O Aug 10
a tea bag steeping
diffusing in porcelain
drink and be happy
Aug 10 · 207
We dream, we sleep
Lane O Aug 10
I will never grow tired of our love
we lie awake under the sheets
legs entangled
the softness of your feet
our late night prattle
smiles and laughter
the faint glow of the nightlight
the hum of the fan
your head finding comfort
in the crook of my arm
I brush my fingers through your hair
and kiss your cheek
we dream, we sleep
Aug 10 · 109
Cry
Lane O Aug 10
Cry
fierce gust to calm breeze
susurrous howls of the wind
I hear nature's cry
I love anything nature (wind, water, earth, fire, etc).
Aug 10 · 540
I love you
Lane O Aug 10
I love you
not just three words
that float from my tongue
to your delicate ear
do not cast them aside
they are not mundane
nor spoken in vain
they reflect your perfection
your beauty, my world
bask in them
feel their radiance
like warm fire
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Aug 9 · 173
Moon
Lane O Aug 9
Oh moon up above
The night is your dominion
Waxing and waning
Aug 9 · 141
If I could
Lane O Aug 9
If I could, I would

I'd collect your worries
like water from a stream
let your rills of anguish
wash over me

If I could, I would

Your pain that festers
like a storm inside
I'd take it all for myself
let it be my demise

If I could, I would

You are beautiful
don't let my words run astray
just know you are my world
my Sun, my everything
Sometimes pain, worry, anguish, heartache, disappointment are very burdensome for our loved ones. I wish that in their times of hardship I could take it all for myself and let them be filled with happiness, but we can't "take" others emotions, we can comfort them, make them laugh, or try to console them the best we can, but we can never actually "steal" their grief, and cast it away. If I could, I would.
Aug 9 · 248
Jasmine
Lane O Aug 9
white jasmine petals
like the finest silk so pure
nature's sweet perfume
Aug 9 · 97
The Path Ahead
Lane O Aug 9
My path ahead, troubled;
through the blankets of snow, I plod.
I find myself in the wood,
boughs shrouded in fog.

The mist like a fever,
weighing down my soul.
I come to the fork in the road,
where I dither and brood.

Awake, yellow sun!
Cast your rays of light.
Rid me from this veil,
my peril, and plight.

Sweet mornings song,
notes carried through the wind.
My path now clear,
no struggle within.
Aug 9 · 102
Christmas
Lane O Aug 9
Evergreen stands
still at the hearth.
Roaring red fire,
life, love and mirth.

Laughter and joy.
Cider's sweet mash.
Dull fire's embers;
glowing orange ash.

We retreat to our beds,
nestled and warm,
and dream of the morning
when the Christ child was born.

Lights festooned,
on the bushes outside;
filter in through the window,
glimmer and shine.

We long for the hour
when we flock to the tree.
Peppermint, tinsel,
ribbons, and glee.
Aug 9 · 113
Wind
Lane O Aug 9
winds gentle caress
kicks up memories like leaves
sublime and stirring
Aug 9 · 139
Provision
Lane O Aug 9
Endless bounty,
knows no yield;
in rotting garbage,
or fertile field.

Atop the hill,
daily bread is carved.
While down in the valley,
I wander and starve.

Taking shelter,
in the moors and heath.
I shiver and struggle,
to find comfort or sleep.

Dusk soon fades,
the sky jet-black and stark.
My bed of peat,
dew drops, and marsh.

Morning sun:
scorching and cruel.
I hope for a morsel,
some water or gruel.

I saunter weary,
eyes sunken and hollow.
The world is alive,
the birds chorus I follow.

Spared from the sun,
under a thicket or copse.
Sharp pangs of hunger
choke out all hope

Such a fortune given,
so ill a fate.
Forlorn and  wretched,
is forever my state

With strength from the Heavens,
I crawl to your door.
You greet this sad beggar,
with contempt and scorn.

I ask for salvation,
eyes hopeful and glazed.
But I am given no shelter,
nor provision, or grace.

Cast out in the rain,
sodden and cold.
My limbs are weary,
My mind in tumult.

Providence! provide,
Heed my desperate prayer!
Above the stars shine,
my refugee from despair.

I await my death,
If God's grace would bestow;
but I awaken again,
with hunger in tow.

Again I venture,
to your door for fare.
But another has answered,
and pushes back my hair.

Face caked with dirt,
streaked with hot tears,
they run down my cheeks
like raindrops so clear.

My shawl drenched,
my garments of grime.
I'm given bread and milk,
a warm fire and wine.

I am thankful to them, and my Lord,
to have a bed, dry shoes,
fresh clothing, and chores.

New days are ahead!
Such joy and ardor.
No longer do I rest,
in the heath or the moor.
this was inspired by the novel Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
Aug 8 · 161
Raindrops
Lane O Aug 8
Raindrops glistening
Shining diamonds in the sun
Sodden evergreen
Aug 8 · 285
Soft
Lane O Aug 8
Skin like porcelain
Ivory, milk and honey
Your kiss pacifies
Aug 8 · 219
Water lilies
Lane O Aug 8
water lilies float
atop the water, serene
blooming; pink and green
Aug 8 · 145
Halloween
Lane O Aug 8
Golden autumn
greets us with a cool wind, crisp leaves,
browning foliage, and barren trees.
We set forth,
creating memories sweet.
Pillowcases of candy;
running noses,  and tired feet.
Venturing home,
as midnight draws near.
We gather under blankets
with flashlights and fear.
Family slumbers,
fast asleep.
A night of tricks,
and many treats.
Aug 8 · 458
Winter
Lane O Aug 8
Embers of autumn
Swept away by frigid wind
Winter's arrival
Aug 5 · 177
Forever
Lane O Aug 5
Fields of green
below skies of blue.
Immaculate beauty
just as I see you.

You rock in your chair.
The breeze ruffles your hair,
but don't ever fret:
I will be there.

Through the laughter
and sadness,
till we are old and gray
I will be with you
Forever I'll stay.
Jul 12 · 204
Sunflower
Lane O Jul 12
Oh, young sunflower!
facing east towards the Sun.
You follow her for hours,
till dusk when day's done.
Her light shines bright;
colors -- vivid and deep.
But when her light ebbs
do you droop and weep?
Jul 11 · 632
Spring
Lane O Jul 11
Goldenrods and oak
Flecks of emerald and amber
Awake! vivid spring
a little haiku for spring
Jul 11 · 487
Beauty
Lane O Jul 11
I'm lost in your eyes.
Shining beauty like gemstone.
Hearts entwined, always.
haiku for my wife
Jul 11 · 104
Your Words
Lane O Jul 11
Doting words soothe
Like the whisper of a brook.
With love, spoken,
My heart they took.
Jul 4 · 323
A cup of tea
Lane O Jul 4
A cup of tea
Sits alone on the table.
It speaks to me, consoles,
And tells me all sorts of fables.
I sip its nectar,
Amber and sweet;
Warms me from my head,
Down to my feet.
The thunder roars outside.
Cloudburst!
The heavens frigid deluge;
Sipping rays of sunshine
My warm refuge.
Eyes wander,
The sky’s still gray.
I close my eyes,
I shut off the day.

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