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Ancient tree, with roots deep down
Standing ground for ages unknown
Gentle giant soaring over undergrowth
Lonely, it stood there as part of history
It’s foliage glistening from fresh showers
Standing there alone without any remorse
The mossy green sheath on the tree trunk
Finding solitary refuge in the calmness
The sleepy rocks beneath, there for company
Lifeless surface comes alive with lichens
Lonely tree, standing there happy, for ages
Spreading its branches and nurturing life
 Sep 2014 Gladys P
Marian
Blue Eyes
 Sep 2014 Gladys P
Marian
There is so much pain
Hidden beneath those blue eyes
I wish I could take it all away
Yes, even your inner cries

I apologize for the bad day
I feel like I am to blame
Even though I know I'm not
And I know it will not be the same

Your blue eyes like the ocean's depth
Beckons my own blue ones
I can see the reflection of stars in them
One day the pain inside them will be gone

I would take your pain away if I could
Just to see you happy again
Mending those broken wings
With a gentle summer rain

*~Marian~
Dedicated to my Dad, Timothy!!! ~~~~<3
He lost a few of his poems today
And seems somewhat despondent
So, I am making a special effort
To cheer him up!!! ~~~<3
I hope he likes this once he sees it!! ~~~<3
Enjoy!!! ~~~~<3
 Sep 2014 Gladys P
Jack
Magic Words
 Sep 2014 Gladys P
Jack
For Joe Cole's Magic Challenge**

Magic Words

He practiced his magic out there in the yard
on the crest of this fine summer’s eves
A trick he had found waiting there in his heart,
he knew he just had to believe
~
For there was a girl who smiled oh so pretty
on a front porch right there, up the street
And all he could hope was that magic would help him,
if only a chance just to meet
~
He set up his props, a box made of cardboard
and showed it was empty inside
Then took a scarf, tinted blue like the heavens
and still he had nothing to hide
~
He looked her direction and grinned when he notice
that she was now looking at him
He put on his hat and rolled up his sleeves,
the time it was right to begin
~
With a wave of his hand, he made her appear
from the box with a scarf colored blue
Just three magic words, she needed to hear
when he whispered to her, I love you
 Sep 2014 Gladys P
NuurSeraph
Every melancholy moment passes downward through the hands of time.

Every blissful reverie floats like fleece atop the breeze, ever freely upward rising, naturally with ease.

The heavy mind or heavy heart
feels the gravity of thought,
the weight that pulls apart the knit
from the weaver's tapestry,
slowly bit by bit.

Such be the resistance,
Like sandpaper friction,
diligently burns away
with Hunger*
Eating holes in our Souls.
Imagining our thoughts and feelings passing through us..the warm ones rise us upward, the cold ones sink us down.
Learning which ones to hold onto is somewhat akin to learning how to fly.
 Sep 2014 Gladys P
Joe Cole
Crazy maybe, OK definitely
But earlier today I went walking in the rain.
Heavy rain
Just shorts, tee-shirt and sandals
Mollie was happy, she still went into the river
For her daily swim
I wanted to get wet
To feel clean and fresh
All my problems washed away by the rain
Maybe for a few hours anyway
I have always loved the rain
The giver of life
Its almost as though my life was being renewed
Refreshed
Why don't you try a walk in the rain
 Sep 2014 Gladys P
Joe Cole
Tranquility

I listen to the sound of the breaking waves,
smell the salt tang in the air
I watch the graceful seagulls
ride the thermals way up there
No sound of human voices,
no strident car alarms
I sit in natures solitude,
enraptured by her charm
The sea reflects the sinking sun
in hues of red and gold
I'll never tire of such sights
though I grow grey and old
The first gleam of the evening star appears
in the ever growing dark
and the golden crescent of the moon
begins her journey through the night
No words of mine can best describe
natures perfect charm
This is peace, a perfect peace
tranquility and calm

And so my friends the challenge this week is simple, two words this time. Tranquil/tranquility and solitude in your poem
neither could totally renounce
the feelings they shared
the tie between them
made in childhood days
it held a cohesive twine

on separate journeys
they did travel
until their mid years
yet they hankered for
each others company  
the bond between them
ne'er came untangled

perchance their destines
bought them together again
whereupon they rekindled
and renewed their lasting flame

sweethearts at childhood
sweethearts they'd ever be
the sweetheart link
they shared was of
a perennial deed
Ester and Daryl's story.
Spring
Effervescence
Picturesque
Tones
Energetic
Marvelous
Bright
Enlivening
Ravishing
It is Springtime, in the Down Under Land.
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