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Keith Wallis

Poetry Challenge 2013

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Enunciated

 

 

Hear the whippoorwill

 

 

or swan song

 

 

flutter by

 

 

as butterfly and firefly

 

 

tango

 

 

‘tween night and day

 

 

and winter passings pass

 

 

while pink and white

 

 

arborous blossoms

 

 

once leaves

 

 

swarmed by bees

 

 

in orchestrated hummings

 

 

hum

 

 

“Spring is coming!”

 

 

“Spring is coming!”

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Blue

 

 

when my raucous-red laptop

 

 

languished in the brown shop

 

 

fighting a yellow virus

 

 

or other pea-green anomaly.

 

 

Pink is my grateful smile

 

 

when this fix was easy

 

 

and she's sparkly and glittery !thumbsup!

 

 

back home where she belongs.

 

 

Pearly white smile :rolleyes: as I greet

 

 

my poetry buddies who have

 

 

wept warped tears :mad:

 

 

darkly missing my presence. (I hope!)

 

 

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Golden warmth

 

 

cascading down

 

 

to warm the earth

 

 

Silken petals

 

 

respond in kind

 

 

reflecting brilliance

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Yesterday:

 

 

The joy

 

 

Of flower-shop shopping

 

 

Showered my senses

 

 

With kaleidoscopic

 

 

Springsong

 

 

Today

 

 

I transport

 

 

Treasured trophies

 

 

Tumbling from my

 

 

Trusted rusted

 

 

Wheelbarrow to

 

 

Transformational

 

 

Triumph.

 

 

Promises of

 

 

Tomorrows when

 

 

My cutting garden

 

 

Blesses others with

 

 

Bright bouquets of

 

 

Blooms and bows

 

 

Layers of lavender,

 

 

Lilies, roses and herbs

 

 

To say, I love you.

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Oops! Let's pretend I follow the next. :P

 

 

Eau de Toilette

 

 

With eyes emaciated,

 

 

windblown and scattered,

 

flushed with saltwater,

 

 

and resembling those of Elijah’s servant

 

paralyzed in gaze,

 

 

opened to perplexing elements,

 

spiritual made common

 

 

and more with than against,

 

I adhered a tinge of lavender

 

 

slightly drifting

 

on an easterly breeze

 

 

crossing the Pacific

 

hitting land

 

 

and, I suppose,

 

 

spewed with surprise,

 

I was similar to him

 

 

when revelation came

 

 

as a sweet smelling Savior.

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Rose Garden Haiku

 

 

I had forgotten

 

 

Queen Elizabeth pink rose

 

 

Welcomed spring so well!

 

 

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the fire of heat

 

 

and passion

 

 

embers of love

 

 

and romance

 

 

intensity, flame,

 

 

and fury

 

 

red

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The metamorphosis -

 

 

Spring has begun.

 

 

Soil parts

 

 

as landmine shoots

 

 

raise furled flags

 

 

ready to explode

 

 

in bursting colour.

 

 

A cohort of Yellow crocus

 

 

begin the song

 

 

of Easter.

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shamrock green

 

 

is often seen

 

 

in March around this time

 

 

with cloverlike leaves

 

 

In groups of threes

 

 

Contribute to this Irish rhyme.

 

 

There once was a lady in Eire

 

 

Whose life it was said had transpired

 

 

She said she was done

 

 

That life had been fun

 

 

And she hoped that she'd lived to inspire.

 

 

I know it's not much of a limerick

 

 

And as a poem it's minimick

 

 

St. Paddy it honors

 

 

And all the O'Connors

 

 

Who claim to be Irish or mimic it.

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White

 

 

Kaley's little tee shirt

 

 

Announcing she'll be

 

 

A big sister!

 

 

Granddaughter tells

 

 

A great story today.

 

 

And we're thrilled.

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The rain fell in a heavy fashion, sluggishly, the

 

 

splashes had edges. It was almost but not quite snow or ice, but close. I was

 

 

hesitant to leave my warm home, I had something I was into; my mind was

 

 

somewhere else, but the errands wouldn’t wait, I had to go.

 

 

I stepped into the day

 

 

it was gray!

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a ripened berry

 

 

a sea of glass

 

 

a powdered sky

 

 

a shade of grass

 

 

cool and icy

 

 

deep and true

 

 

water flowing

 

 

this is blue

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Nisan Moon

 

 

Aglow with shades of peach

 

 

A backdrop of royal blue

 

 

Framed by towers of pine

 

 

Affixed for all to view

 

 

A sliver of silver smiles

 

 

Birth of the new year

 

 

The blood passes over

 

 

Golden life draws near

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As if magnet-drawn,

 

 

Birds descended

 

 

On hanging dishes

 

 

Filled with new seed.

 

 

Dashing red cardinals

 

 

Dressed for spring flings

 

 

Led the entourage

 

 

With cheeps and wild bacchanals

 

 

Flitting here, dashing there

 

 

Calling undue attention to their revels.

 

 

Their dowdy mates

 

 

Were no less vocal

 

 

But let their voices

 

 

Do their bidding

 

 

"Do come join me, dear"

 

 

They flirted,

 

 

Swinging on the newly leaved

 

 

Bastard indigo

 

 

Just springing into bloom.

 

 

While I, sipping cranberry tea,

 

 

Watched their antics

 

 

Listening as merry melodies

 

 

Wrote symphonies to my

 

 

Latest investment in birdseed.

 

 

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Risen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rejoicing triumphs of the friend for whom the angels sing,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a bright and golden glow ascends the azure blue of spring

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

tiptoeing first on purple peaks with streams of luminance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

that catacombs of snow should melt into the seed of dance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Transforming mellow sounds of pause in daffodil domains,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a princely breeze of fruitfulness sets free the grassy plains

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in longing warmth of nightingale and joyful sparrow songs

 

 

 

 

that pass beyond the pearly gates to where the soul belongs.

 

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Easy White Frosting

 

 

sugary hands spinning a thread

 

 

I'm seven again

 

 

barefoot on cool linoleum

 

 

waiting to help

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For Good Friday:

 

 

This black day

 

 

When evil sin

 

 

Holds full sway

 

 

Against the true

 

 

Pure innocence

 

 

Of the Christ, the Son of God. Rich royal red blood

 

 

Oozes, then flows from slashed scourge marks striping

 

 

His bared back, and deep punctures from the sharp plaited,

 

 

Twisted thorns of the mocking crown thrust down, piercing

 

 

His kingly brow

 

 

In rash derision.

 

 

Then crucifixion.

 

 

Prophecy said

 

 

It and History

 

 

Proved it truth:

 

 

The Pascal Lamb

 

 

Led to slaughter

 

 

Chose to atone--

 

 

A living, loving

 

 

Sacrifice for our

 

 

Black sin so that

 

 

Our Redeemer

 

 

Transforms and

 

 

Restores and

 

 

Resurrects the

 

 

Original beauty

 

 

Of God with us

 

 

For eternity.

 

 

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Bodies balance blossoms

 

 

Toes sunk into sand

 

 

Dark green giggles

 

 

Spring upon the land

 

 

[Even when I do a short one I still want to edit, edit, edit. Must. Resist. Urge.]

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The mountains that I see out my window, give me such an awe of God

 

 

the great hills, the beautiful trees, brings me to my knees

 

 

and when the sun hits them just right, they glow and gleam

 

 

purple against the blue skylight!

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The garden revives

 

 

Following days of rain

 

 

Irridescent spring green

 

 

Ferns unravel fiddleheads,

 

 

Pushing relentlessly toward

 

 

Yellow sun's pull

 

 

Defying the gravity

 

 

Which grounds

 

 

Mere mortals.

 

 

Soon merry buds

 

 

Will open shiny

 

 

Lavender faces

 

 

To contrast with

 

 

Roses' tight buds,

 

 

But all will in concert

 

 

Stretch toward the

 

 

Bright blue sky

 

 

Beckoning them

 

 

Upward.

 

 

One day

 

 

We too will ascend

 

 

Toward heaven's

 

 

Magnetic goal,

 

 

And we too will

 

 

Understand what

 

 

Defying gravity

 

 

Means.

 

 

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April 15 is here again

 

 

When citizens see green dollars go

 

 

To fund the future, the present, the past

 

 

According to Congress's will.

 

 

Past debts never disappear

 

 

They just grow and grow and expand

 

 

So present day ills just get ignored

 

 

And future hopes are just dreams.

 

 

America's generous and kind at heart

 

 

And really tries to do everything

 

 

Some budgeting's needed to make a plan

 

 

So drowning in debt doesn't keep us from good things.

 

 

Let's hope when our money finally arrives

 

 

In Washington's coffers this year

 

 

That more will be spent on good things for all

 

 

Than sending it elsewhere just debts to repay.

 

 

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May has brought a blue sky

 

 

small sailing clouds

 

 

and the promise of Summer.

 

 

The sound of grass mowers

 

 

fresh from hibernation

 

 

and needing oil

 

 

cuts through the air

 

 

like broken glass.

 

 

Trowels at the ready

 

 

greenfingered squadrons

 

 

bombard the borders

 

 

and herald the cries

 

 

of

 

 

'Oh, my aching back'.

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Blessing birthday bouquet

 

 

Scavenged from my blooming beds

 

 

Pink and blue palette

 

 

Used roses, sage, snapdragons

 

 

And Lady-in-the boat

 

 

To say, "Best to you

 

 

On your special day,

 

 

Sweet Emily.

 

 

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Blue yesterday, Grey today;

 

 

silver missiles striking the earth

 

 

with splashes,

 

 

lashes of a rainy whip

 

 

and the trickle of mud.

 

 

No sunbathing this morning,

 

 

the tanning of rust

 

 

continues on the shed roof.

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Black coat

 

 

Chocolate drop eyes

 

 

White blaze on his chest

 

 

Smokey was the best

 

 

Never knew I could love . . .

 

 

Never knew I could miss . . .

 

 

Never knew I could mourn

 

 

An animal this much.

 

 

But mourning I am.

 

 

Blurry eyes swim

 

 

In front of the computer screen.

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