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Dream

by Wesley Kieswetter

Dost thou know of what I mean?
To be trapped within a dream
With all life’s questions intertwined
In the confusion of the mind

Silken petals and velvet seas
Pray to the divine upon your knees
Oh thou, great god, show me thy way
Of magick, and nature, and ecstasy

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The Widow At Windsor

by Rudyard Kipling

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?
She 'as ships on the foam -- she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red.
(Ow, poor beggars in red!)
There's 'er nick on the cavalry 'orses,
There's 'er mark on the medical stores --
An' 'er troopers you'll find with a fair wind be'ind
That takes us to various wars.
(Poor beggars! -- barbarious wars!)

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Green Chile

by Jimmy Santiago Baca

I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.

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A Lover's Complaint

by William Shakespeare

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.

Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,

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If You Forget Me

by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash

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Recent Wind Poems

Listen to the Wind

by Ghairo Daniels

“Wind, the continuous movement of Air is the link between all realms & dimensions carrying every form of communication from musical quarks to the sounds of silence”. Poet

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Wind, Angelic Air ! Beloved of my Sun sign
I listen to bellows pounding sea rock boulders
circling my spine in sharp dagger kisses divine
I listen to you penetrating my marrow
swirl icy chiming voice through mottled skin
pulling hair, fingering throat uncensored ….

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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

haiku : shaped : metamorphose

by Ghairo Daniels

haiku : metamorphose

stillpoint explodes, bang
dark waters earth fire wind all ~
petals unfurl, soar
_____________________
hiku
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still
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wind and cloud

by John Hughes

With the moon as my compass
I watch the night clouds wheel overhead, they move and jive to the chord of the winds
I feel something shift in me, a feeling of moving in sync
And the pit in my body leaps to witness such a thing
As this is nature in its finest moment, it looks like they move back and forth unsurely
But the wind is strong and it seems to know where the clouds want to truly go
But I’m not the wind, I can’t tell the clouds to stay right where I want them
Oh I wish I could, I would watch them go to the horizon and then bring them back again
Damn the wind, they left as soon as they got here
In my next life I’ll be the wind and I’ll show the spiritualists how giving I can be

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wind and cloud pt 3

by John Hughes

I am the wind, criss crossing, zig zagging chill, almost passing through your bare bones
But its not my fault
I watch the people as I enter them, this time of year is not good for my mental health
Makes me angry, my exuberance and exhilarating chill clashes against unrequitting skin
They just don’t know how much I love to talk
I wish it were summer
Oh here’s another soul, fphewm
Oh he likes it, my dear friend are you a god?
It’s ok little wind, I like drinking in the cold
A deep breath and its exhilarating

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