She carries life, a quiet bloom
The earth beneath her feels her grace
Within her heart, the sun finds room
A sacred hymn in time and space
Her steps, a rhythm, soft and kind
Through barren fields and shadows deep
The seeds of hope she leaves behind
She sows the dreams the world shall reap
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I was once something of a pessimist, and that fact did not concern me,
As violet birds are content, to spend their nights in different trees.
Still I had a happy and quiet existence, or at least I thought I did,
Like a moon glimmering all her tranquil life, when reddish sun is hid!
My attitude didn't come from bitterness, I just had an analytical mind;
And like bees searching for nectar, needed all the proof I could find.
But I totally missed the fact, that looking to tomorrow requires faith,
......
Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.
Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant lives;
For magic impels ways and customs to differ, like buds, as spring arrives.
Everyone called Willie Winkie, 'Wee,' since most elves were notably bigger;
But, he was Director of Dreams, scattering joys of plum night, with vigor.
Violence was completely unheard of, inside their peace loving community,
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Tulips of morning
just waked from amaranth dreams,
meet glittering sun.
Dogwood rose opens redly
Pink dawn's jewel shines steady.
Beautiful flowers
respond to warmth's mute caress!
They're a dream come true
in varicolored versions
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Mysterious and majestic mountains, mellow as gold,
At the sun soaked summits, sweeping clouds enfold,
Basking in brilliant beauty, beneath a boundless blue,
Welcoming willing wonder, while ages wandered by you.
Picturesque, predominant, and so pleasingly permanent,
Enormous, exotic, exhilarating, exalted time testament!
Inspiring imaginative, impassioned, illimitable dreams,
Like the lovely lazy ones, of moonlit lustrous gleams.
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Glück ist wie ein flüchtiger Traum,
ein Licht,das tanzt im Morgentau.
Es kommt und geht,
wie der Wind,
der sanft erzählt von fernen Dingen.
Doch im Traum,
da wächst das Glück,
still und leise,
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[Poet’s Note : This Poem was placed 3rd in
International Contest ]
CloUdmisty for Me
cloudscape hold space
aS 888 cLOuDs •••••cloUDsss
waVes white into Void
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WAvvveeS OUDs 666
CL OoouuuuDddds
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It begins in silence,
in the pause between waking and remembering,
where the ceiling holds no answers
and the light feels thinner than it should.
You rise because the world asks you to,
not because it ever explains why.
There are dishes in the sink,
emails unopened,
a door you close behind you
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Children detangle from thin strands of slumber
They stretch their shoulders and rub their bright eyes, floating out of bed and down the hall
Swift to smile with cherubic cheeks, glee in their hearts and ruffled hair
In front of the tree they glide and twirl, dancing in the colored glow
The sun down, the sweetness of sugar plums spins sleep into cotton candy
Sugary dreams stick like pudding in their minds, turning from sleepy muddles into Christmas wishes
Red, green, blue, yellow- the gleams shift as lights sway with the dance
Wishes come true with the year almost new, hopes and dreams laying under the tree
DREAMS (song)
Bring dreams into Being
Shatter oxygen to sing
of Creation’s flowers
of Creation’s powers
Dance the dual
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