Serenity Poems
Coho Season
by Robert Chase
On the jetty - in the mist - dry under ponchos
Surf pounding at concrete - biting at the shore
Glowing gaslamp beckoning gnats - freezing on the tank
Poles in hands - lines in water - standing in entwined silence
Coho spawning - swallowing offered bait
Father and Son sharing heartbeats and serenity
River
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
moving with fluff clouds
vast green river foams and roars
glazed sunshine birds fly
Willow's Embrace
by Iris Joye
Plum blossoms, grasping eagerly, blooming cheeks on ivory,
Roots to strong tree, part of mother's life, soft as velvet wisps of grass,
Twin streams slow at musical words, sleep in peace in willow's bank.
Westward Wind
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
in solemn homage
mauve blooms bend to touch green grass
westward whistling pass
Optimism Gives Enthusiasm
by mv venkataraman
Make a very cautious move,
By giving no room for blunder,
Your worth, you must prove,
By overcoming hurdles that hinder
Your greatness, God will approve,
By acting as a success-lender,
Appreciate yourself silently,
Initiate noble actions confidently,
Propitiate God by praying fervently,
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Willow's Embrace
by Iris Joye
Plum blossoms, grasping eagerly, blooming cheeks on ivory,
Roots to strong tree, part of mother's life, soft as velvet wisps of grass,
Twin streams slow at musical words, sleep in peace in willow's bank.
River
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
moving with fluff clouds
vast green river foams and roars
glazed sunshine birds fly
Westward Wind
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
in solemn homage
mauve blooms bend to touch green grass
westward whistling pass
Shroud of Dusk
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dusk fell velvety maroon
when blue thrush whistled sharply,
at cool death of afternoon,
when teal stars glittered starkly.
In silk moon rays, green grass stirred;
and the red world turned darkly.
Natural beauty observed.
the winds message of serenity
by John Hughes
When the wind wants to sweep you off your feet onto a cloud and take you somewhere keep in the pines and forests and lay you down at trees in a circle where there’s a firepit and a lump of sticks and a guitar that never goes out of tune, with a clique of friends of all different personas, ones you would never get tired of and the wind is gliding into your back saying go, go, go.
Let it take you there
