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 Sep 2013
Ace Malarky
The withering of leaves complete
   the grass withdrawn
      the plants to peat
         all waste away
            and the fauna
               for famished scrawn
                 flee the North
                    for wind that bites
                        the powdered ice
                           the Winter Dawn.

The hardy sparrow
   fast forsakes
      that gaudy vest
          which Summer makes
             he scurries home
                to cozy fir
                   and shies from flight
                      'til Spring awakes.
It's odd, but I hate winter.

--Ace
 Sep 2013
Ace Malarky
the strain of labor
the pain of toil
the ache of legs and arms
the sweating brow
drudging farmer curse the soil
mutely chide the milkless cow

the demon waits for no man.
he rages forth
renders furrows charred
the fields so dry
the rocky ground so hard
does Famine truly want this to be so?
find him, ask him,
else we never know.




--Ace
 Sep 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Winter leaving, slips—
Forest draped in magenta sun,
Birches in painted clothes.
 Sep 2013
Paul Hardwick
When I feel you words
it is plane to me that GOD
has touch my soul
when I see the beauty of frost on a bush
when my breath hangs on the air
my words I can see
hanging there
when the rain does fall when the sun comes out
beautiful colours in the air
Then I know
GOD has touched my very soul
and that makes my spirit hop
and my heart feel good.
 Sep 2013
Paul Hardwick
Some day's I feel so happy
Some day's I feel so sad
Some day's I feel so un happy
Some day's I feel so glad
That   G O D   I have you
To help me when the day's blue.
 Sep 2013
Seán Mac Falls
If I should die with a shunted echo hear me,
Lost fabled one, my paltry heart the snows,
The warmth rides of the chiding winter sun,
The melody and rustling in cantata leaves,

Whose strings of one, plaintive guitar, strung
By breaths birthing breaks, your tracing lips,
White birds, water wings miraculous, not so
Stunning as your steps float above the water,

I am nothing, less, you shine pure, most of all
More than any heart could tender, how could
An empty house, abridgment only, unhinging
Doors coursing reason hold the new day sun?

As flame was my doom, love hear my thesis—
Should I die, look for me in the loom chrysalis.
 Sep 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Garden speaks to me,
Simple tale— all in one day,
Flowers follow sun.
 Sep 2013
Vicki Kralapp
Gliding through a fish ballet,
moving in unison around hands outstretched.
Colors bursting all around.
leading me deeper into the world of inexplicable beauty.

Bubbles dance reflecting shimmering lights,
revealing life unseen.
Crunching coral in beaks echoes from below,
while swirling stripes beat out the rhythm of the waves

Calm and quiet surround, hypnotizing and entrancing
calling me to dance.
How tiny and insignificant we,
yet this world has existed in breathless eternity.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
 Sep 2013
Marian
Why they call it Devil's Elbow,
I don't and never will know,
Because this is the most beautiful place I've seen;
It's so beautiful like a dream.
There are fir trees on the cliff behind the lighthouse dear,
Oh I do so love it here,
A light sheen of mist fills the air around the trees;
The sunset reflects on the sand which blows away in the breeze.
The majestic seagulls walk on the shore and fly in the air,
So freely and happily without a care,
Beautiful waves crash against the boulders in motion;
The seagulls sing a song of the ocean.
The beacon's light guides the ships at night,
Oh the beauty of it's light,
On and on the waves crash and flow;
Oh I love Devil's Elbow!

*~Marian~
 Sep 2013
Paul Hardwick
I am waking as you sleep
so do I fall into your dreams or mine,
or is it you that fall into the dreams, I can never remember
and never on my birthday in november,

BUT THERE IS THAT DREAM WE BOTH DO
THE ONE CALL LOVE.

L   o  ve    P  a  u  l    X  X  X.
 Sep 2013
Paul Hardwick
As a young boy
when I fell over and mother was nowhere to be found
then  G O D step in and kiss my knee
and like magic my knee not longer hurt
that told me
there was one so great and powerful that he should be called

T H E    M  O  T  H  E  R   O  F   LIFE!
 Sep 2013
Paul Hardwick
Through this life I travel
faster than a beam of light
some day's it is hard to tell colours
other day's seam like night
G O D
Please help me to find a place to call home
H E A V E N
Let me find peace on Earth
P E T E R
Look on me as your brother
and with your L O V E my life will go on.
Written at 12:14 am night of 4/9/13/.
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