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Keith Wallis

Poetry Challenge 2013

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Two amber eyes

 

 

In a body of grey

 

 

Our Zach cat

 

 

Is handsome indeed.

 

 

Cici is black

 

 

with a white chest patch

 

 

And the greenest eyes

 

 

You've ever seen.

 

 

Pets are part of us

 

 

That's for sure

 

 

Like family members

 

 

With special privilege

 

 

to be naughty

 

 

and get away with it!

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A murky conglomerate

 

 

coagulates in the pipework,

 

 

the drain rods stir their

 

 

odorous, ponderous, travel.

 

 

Then 'comforted' by penetration

 

 

the browns and greys

 

 

become whitewater rapids

 

 

in their flight.

 

 

Nothing escapes poetry.

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WAITING

 

 

Leaving his mom, not knowing what is going on

 

 

a little ball of fur, sitting in a car

 

 

THERE HE WAITS

 

 

He's handed to me our eyes meet, one blue, one brown

 

 

the look he gives me is so sweet! So to a new home he goes,

 

 

not knowing what is in store(we did put in a new doggie door!)

 

 

Sometimes he gets to go, sometime he has to stay,

 

 

so in that yard as he watches me drive away

 

 

THERE HE WAITS

 

 

When I am sick or sad and my head hurts so bad, he lays by my feet and watches me and

 

 

THERE HE WAITS

 

 

When live gets busy and things get hectic, thru the holidays, and birthday and even when

 

 

I am grumpy or a skeptic,

 

 

THERE HE WAITS

 

 

He's always there, with unconditional love, Gods love gift to me sent from above.

 

 

Even now that my old boy's face is gray, and his body is sick and dying--

 

 

he look at me and worries about all of my crying.

 

 

So when his time comes and he goes to that better place,, and sits by those beautiful gates,

 

 

I know in my heart for me

 

 

THERE HE WILL WAIT!

 

 

FOR KICKER-1996-2009

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Yellow

 

 

the sun shines through the blinds

 

 

pulling at my eyelids

 

 

tugging at them, to open.

 

 

slowly, very slowly

 

 

I open my eyes.

 

 

welcoming the new day;

 

 

I am thankful.

 

 

the sun is shining

 

 

all bright, shiny and yellow

 

 

in the sky so high

 

 

the birds chirp

 

 

their silly songs.

 

 

the flowers with

 

 

their bright, colorful blooms

 

 

seem to smile,

 

 

calling me to come to the garden.

 

 

Each day, is a gift

 

 

a treasure;

 

 

to open and enjoy.

 

 

It is another chance.

 

 

a new beginning;

 

 

to shine our light into the world.

 

 

Melody Olson

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Black and white

 

 

Black is the absence of colour,

 

 

the deep well of a cave

 

 

dangerous, concealed.

 

 

White is the blossom of colours entwined

 

 

plaited and strong.

 

 

That's why black is seen as evil,

 

 

as hard shadows and a cloak of hiding.

 

 

White is the essence of holiness

 

 

light and vulnerable tenderness.

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Hues of crimson fill the sky, delighting the eye, thrilling the soul.

 

 

Sleep now untill morning a new day dawning.

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Blue, as far as the eye can see.

 

 

A burning golden globe

 

 

illuminates,

 

 

dictating heat:

 

 

we evaporate

 

 

under its power

 

 

and grow lethargic

 

 

toward siesta.

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Blaze of pretty pink reaching toward the sky

 

 

Bell like flowers mittens fit for a fox

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Green I see

 

 

as through my window I gaze.

 

 

Trees, that never change,

 

 

standing tall in all seasons,

 

 

evergreen, reminding me

 

 

that God's alright with routine.

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hiding shyly in the hedgerow

 

 

Violet with yellow centre

 

 

reminding me of childhood days

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Bold, brilliant orange sky,

 

 

color of my favorite rose

 

 

and my bedroom walls

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I stand decked for the day

 

 

barely believing

 

 

hardly breathing.

 

 

The blossoms strewn in the way

 

 

softly covering

 

 

sweetly singing.

 

 

The enchanted begins to play

 

 

music hovering

 

 

organdy covering.

 

 

Smoky burgundy gown so gay

 

 

Eyes loving

 

 

vows coming.

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silver lining in every cloud

 

 

see it or not

 

 

praise God aloud

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Dainty pink grass flowers

 

 

Survived the scorches

 

 

Of yesterday's blazing sun,

 

 

Hoping today's grey cloud shields

 

 

Would provide soothing sunscreen.

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angry sky stilling bird song

 

 

rain battering orange roses

 

 

Floppy hiding in his cage

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Cornsilk

 

 

Her skin became as pallid

 

 

As the barren pasty wall,

 

 

While life's final ballad,

 

 

Had given death its call.

 

 

She looked upon her mother,

 

 

With a thought provoking smile.

 

 

Cornsilk had always been her color,

 

 

She'll have it for a while.

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pink or white

 

 

butterfly delight

 

 

heady perfume

 

 

beautiful spike

 

 

buddleia

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Georgeous green garments

 

 

gently garnishing girlish gangling

 

 

gams.

 

 

Lavish lavendar laces

 

 

lovingly layering lady-like long

 

 

legs.

 

 

She is altogether lovely....then and now.

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The grey relentlessness

 

 

of misted dawn

 

 

tiptoes through the rain

 

 

and dull droplet monochrome

 

 

is not welcoming

 

 

as we venture blindly

 

 

into the new day.

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