Summer’s Wonder

In simple minutes I was drawn to you,

a walk, a stroll – complimentary blue.

If told to find the cloud in this sweet sky,

One might imagine naysayers do cry.

Soak in an energy drives home our soul

Believe in the elegance in a summer whole.

I do dance in the steaming heat of victory,

to know that Grace offers my humanity.

Oh to wonder the how and why of a universal

atmosphere we could stand to embrace all

Spring Serenade – Sonnet

The wisp is cool in striking sunlight sweet

A daffodil, a tulip screams the soil new

Bicycles, sweatshirts, hazy neighbors greet

A lightness in fresh atmosphere in view.

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Shed the dried up, cancerous arctic skin

Where shelter became sweet easily drawn

Inside play feverish calculate kin

Surround ourselves in a warm winter yawn.

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Begin her coo ritualistic dove

Feel energy delight in mind at ease

Arouse together humanistic love

In summer’s heat an early toss in tease.

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In solstice we regard life bountiful

In time in Grace optimism in whole.

Good Morning Words

Fresh air is invigorating minds

Eyes slow shadowy idyllic dream scape

Sweet good morning shed an overnight cape

Rise in beauty of life the sun reminds

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Energy respond in positive current

In mirror negativity loom near

Always a knock, anticipate a fear

Human condition delivers assent.

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We chose alone a state of mind today

Yes, there is listening, a sure fanfare

In evidence our nature seek a dare

A manner of speaking supports our day.

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Good morning to beauty, good morning you

Sunshine light our lives, ignite the sky blue.

Sadly Reflective Horizons

Sunlight streams really occur, in fashion

Shant we deny views that delight humans

Said orb of mystique meets satisfaction

Smiles are a better scene, quiet factions.

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Across blue pastel we color sweet soul

Among people we love; we might dispel

Actual love soothes rampant body whole

Ask of peace, and nature may cast a spell

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Delight in the day, let us run astray

Decisions being made, shadows do call

Decadent soul wild reveal sad delay

Determined fortitude inspires recall

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Little did we imagine when waking

Yeoman’s belief would speak a forsaking

 

Blessed Morning

Energy wise, a blessed opportunity

The light of day, a newer glance today

What I seek, in certainty eye clarity

To imagine hope, we might newly allay

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Fear is a constant we choose to allow

Shed the ugliness, fevers mutiny

When then a motive of goodness how

Easily lost sighs shallow scrutiny

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In day break, always gracious sweeter winds

Could if contained, breathe symbolic release

We wish to love, eyes open, hate rescinds

All of yesterday, the past, seek our peace.

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If once – twice in hours this beauty enhance

Our lives, perhaps this desire speaks less chance

When World’s Collide

Severe variables

immediate collossal

pathways merge

energy driven

passion aligned

We have these adventures ahead

with our own perceptive dreams

Decisive ideals

Value begotten

Carousel synergy

Outlier Definitions

While our lives are interchangeable

where is it the stopgap of indecision

I once knew a woman

who whenever hurt or pain

announced their presence

she could still smile, still smile.

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How do we know when the correct moment

can suggest we collide with a resilience

rather then

squirm away

in fear, the deception  of our reality

playing with that spiritual edge,

a quiet reminder in the back of our mind

reminds me, us, when we need to seek

outside of ourselves,

with willing anticipation

the answer is always nearby,

love is always holding the key.

Chosen Fog

A certain peace

a shallow view

misty rain waits

under a cloud of misconception

Unless of course we walk right through.

The bold imagination

a stark contrast to indecision

truly a wonder it might be

to wallow in the atmospheric velvet

of a morning sunlight

just beyond our reach.

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Play in the mud,

feel the earth seeping,

wet, grainy, aftermath

that cling,

soft mettled reaction

to what just occurred,

what reminders we might have,

to walk away with soiled

naked toes.

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On a clear day,

an energy pulls upon

our inner soul,

asking us, begging to be free

inside the sunlight’s wondrous

brilliance,

the heat that eats away any

foreboden aftermath

of conscious gravy.

The light only shines

enough to offer a solace.

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On a journey in the morning,

wetlands teeming with nature’s truth

a slow cloudy mist,

a photographer’s dream

like a droplet of poured paint

on virtual canvas.

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I did wonder of the isolation,

and hoped the truth might lie

in only the recognition

rather than my disappearing dreams