Leprechaun In The LawnMay you always be blessed
And never ever be cursed
May your shoes fit snugly
So you never trip or fall silly
May you drink your beer
Be you far or near
May you dance on a shamrock lawn
But never upset a leprechaun
anyone can write; am i a poet? you decide
Eternal Day
Sun and moon destined to shine, in azure or obsidian skies. They know their times and stations. Whether super, full, or black, eclipse or otherwise. Tides and moods stringed to their events helplessly flow in following.
What of wars are they chimed in here too. Is war always inevitable? Must they always be at their appointed times. And what of peace, why can't we all, everyone, enjoy peace simultaneously.
It all belies, our existence; we wait, and are still denied. Or maybe, it is like day and night? Hours of light and hours of darkness? In one whole and eternal day.
Our existence; we wait, and are still denied.”
From
“Winter-Lull” by D.H. Lawrence
https://poets.org/poem/winter-lull
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LISTEN
These wet rocks where the tide has been, barnacled white and weeded brown. In writing a new poem.
Poui Alert
Alive! The Queens Park Savannah
March is here do you hear
The breezes through poui
Trees dress themselves so
You and i will stare in gasps
Oh how pretty the pink is
But the yellow is gorgeous
Too, still the whites are showy
Enough to arrest our stares
Easter is near, or else
Why the fuss from trees at
The perimeter of The Savannah
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At Dawn
Birdsongs at dawn
That time when i yawn
A sliver of light seeps in
My eyes seek to invite
Ah the wind so mild in sway
Banana fronds in shadow play
Magical the hours of newness
Erasing all my sleepiness
Ah birdsongs at dawn
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Oh the dusty windy days
Sneezes and coughs in assails
Indoor stays become again
The best choice of aging
Wait till later the night brings
A calming song of baslm
Then feet may dance
And wine to announce
The poet's ardous soul
Which only the moon soup
The gadabout's pervade
The gadabout's prevail
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As sure as sunshine after rain
Trek when sunny the day
Being close to trees again
Moss on age old stone
Birdsongs as sunshine after rain
Tired legs tired back
Stopping starting up again
Backpacks heavy to shoulders
Cicadas their shrill refrain
Atmosphere eerie forest green
Continue as sunshine after rain
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