Sunday, September 30, 2012

Snowflakes By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807 - 1882]

Judy Underwood, Chasing Rainbow,

Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
the grief in feels.
This is the poem of the sir,
Slowly in silent syllables recording;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Chambers of My Heart

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chambers of my heart,
some friends come, others depart,
They have been guests many a year,
with the doors remain open there.
There's no obligation at all,
yet friends' laughter always echoes the hall,
They can come and leave, freely at will,
The rooms are clean, and the wishes are safe to fulfill.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

A Piper By Seumas O'Sullivan (The Feature)

A piper in the street today,
Set up, and turned, and started to play,
And away, away, away on the tide
of his music we started; on every side,
Doors and windows were opened wide,
And men left down their work and came,
And little bare feet that were blue with cold,
when dancing back to the age of gold,
and all the world went gay, went gay,
for half an hour in the street today.

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Friday, September 7, 2012

A Redneck Valentine's Day Poem © Denise Scott

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Collards is green, yer eyes ain’t blue
I am so lucky to have a darlin' like you.
Ya kin strip a motor in just few minutes
And still have time to go hunt supper and even skin it.
We go together like a skunk and stink
Ever time I see ya my eye starts to wink.
Yer love fer me is like a roll of duct tape
Ya hold me together each time I break.
I love it when ya burp and fart
It’s music to my ears that soothes my heart.
And the sound of ya snorin’ right in my ear
Always brings to my eye a big ol’ tear.
Yer hair is soft like a dogs hairy knees
But I’m sure happy you ain’t got no fleas!
Yer chest is so purty and so is yer mouth
And I can’t even tell ya how I love what is south.
On them special occasions when you shave yer beard
And clean all that hair from outta your ears
I wanna take out and show ya off to the crowd
Cuz when we go to places ya make me feel real proud.