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Post by anirbas on Aug 18, 2007 20:04:58 GMT -6
Ever I am the adoring thrall
of dusk as it begins to slip and fall--
the heavens a delicate layer cake of color,
stunning in light blue, pink and purple;
the glowing moon a precious,
platinum crescent, peeking
over the horizon.
Yes, dusk harbors my favorite moments
of any given twenty-four hour span--
ever on the cusp of this and that--
the last exhalation of the day,
coupled and intermingled
with the first inhalation
of evening, rather
like a kiss...
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Post by DavidMc on Aug 25, 2007 0:57:19 GMT -6
Whilst we were driving back from Wales the other day, I saw the most amazing sky of delicate pink and brown. At times nature can leave you completely awestruck  |
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Post by anirbas on Aug 27, 2007 19:00:41 GMT -6
um...er...in my case... nature, always leaves me... awestruck... ggglgggl... thanks for the read |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 7, 2007 20:24:50 GMT -6
upstage, wispy clouds drift
bellies shimmer kissed
by the last rays of the setting sun;
cottony tops veiled by the racing shadows
of evening's entrance, downstage of the heavens
raspy buzz of locusts imitates the noise
of hundreds of tiny tree saws
crickets chir-chir-chirruping
in accompaniment
as I sit back and enjoy
the show, from a deck chair
on the patio
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Post by anirbas on Sept 18, 2007 8:16:46 GMT -6
~the night...
evening creeps up on me
with cat's paws
quiet and unassuming
until it pounces
platinum moon ascends
her throne, the heavens
attended by her retinue
of scattershot, glimerous stars...
an orchestra of crickets
tunes up and lets loose
with a chir-chir-chirruping
of tremulous noise
accompanied in the background
by the bassoonic voice
of the near distant
sound of highway traffic
the dark silhouettes
of the surrounding two-story
houses rise over the wooden fence
windows glowing like eyes
from the the lights within
seemingly curious behemoths
serene peeping toms
watching me as I pen
this poem about everything
and absolutely nothing
but my favorite setting...
the night...
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Post by anirbas on Sept 19, 2007 10:19:21 GMT -6
Fantasia...
rain
drip drops
plip plip plops
onto the berumuda
grass and the trees
where it clings like handfuls
of glitter thrown by a wandering child
mushrooms magically rise
beneathe the cloud scattered skies
while I stand on the porch
smoking a cigarette
enjoying not it,
but the fantastical
view, almost
expecting to see
a fairy or two
flit across the lawn
and the mushrooms
begin to sway and dance
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Post by nimbusGLOW on Sept 24, 2007 0:57:57 GMT -6
Whew...!
double WHEW...!!
double double WHEW even...!!!!
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Sabrina
The opening poem itself
is extraordinary and exceptional
...
and then you unleash
the breath-taking brilliance
of your other three gems herein...!
...
ZAP...ZING
yes indeed
you got me...!
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Post by anirbas on Sept 24, 2007 4:34:50 GMT -6
Mucho gracias, mi compadre! I'm such a city girl but I do so love witnessing nature's ever unfolding play of colors and situations...Does that make sense or did I just go near left field on you? LOL Good to see you feeling more like your old self, again, cause it just is and good to see you hanging about the house, throwing down ryhmes and chimes with the rest of the crew! SAbrina
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Post by anirbas on Sept 24, 2007 23:31:27 GMT -6
~cooling off...
heavensent
this natural gift...
to step into the morning
and find myself air kissed
by a crisp breeze...
autumn whispers
of the quiet shades
of cooler times
to come and be...
colors the humid
heaviness
of the Texas air--
even in September
still redolent
white
with heat
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Post by anirbas on Oct 2, 2007 12:49:57 GMT -6
the Texas wind
isn't known for being
prejudicial
blowing and tossing
the thorn riddled crowns
of the Mesquite trees
as furiously as it does
the sunburned blossoms
of the rose bushes
outside of the businesses
along with my unruly tresses
now plastered to my lips
stuck in the gooey gloss
I just slicked across
my mouth before
I stepped out the door
forgetting, the Texas wind
isn't known for being
prejudicial
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Post by anirbas on Oct 30, 2007 7:37:39 GMT -6
a singular piece
of fruit the sun
lays like an apricot
on the plate
of the early
dawn horizon
befeathered
jewelry a covey
of doves
bead the electric
lines interspersed
with the equally
feathered gemmed spacers
of other avarian species
I admire the quiet majesty
of it all ever and always
Nature's adoring thrall
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Post by roadrunner3 on Oct 30, 2007 20:30:44 GMT -6
penetrating blue
losing self in autumn sky
all things become clear
(I wasn't sure whether to put this here or on the
Haiku thread)
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Post by anirbas on Oct 30, 2007 22:02:14 GMT -6
Actually, Runner...You could and can run it in both places...
Thanks for sharing it here, though...You honor this thread
with a Roadrunneric addition about the beauty of nature...
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Post by anirbas on Nov 11, 2007 21:32:40 GMT -6
November evening
settles over the remains
of the day as softly
as a haphazardly
thrown opera cape
slithering from a love
rumpled bed
to whisper
it's way
to the floor...
Dusky breeze
ruffles the crowns
of the trees and inspires
my curls to sway about my head
in a dance of their own
reminscent of the thoughts
pirouretting through my mind...
Thoughtful things that become questions
without ready answers or solutions...
That soon slip and softly settle
like a haphazardly thrown
opera cape whispering
from a love rumpled
bed til I think
of nothing...
At one
with the wind
and the evening
my mind grows blank
as I let go of future dreams
and just blessed be
who I am in this
minute, this
second...
Just
a woman
sitting on the stairs
that looks as if she hasn't
any cares, alone
with the wind
and the evening...
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Post by anirbas on Nov 14, 2007 7:01:10 GMT -6
~wallflowers...
I look away
from a wall of computers
into the vista of a spring so early
the tree crowns have not yet donned
the new season's fuzzy verdure
the scraggly trees surround what's left
of a dilapidated cabin built in the dogrun fashion
white paint chipped and peeling in strips
with red brick chimneys leaing precariously
over the green roof, bent old men
tired of playing sentinel and ready
to fall into senility
tar paper shows in gaps
where shingles have long
been blown away by a merciless
Texas thunderstorm of yesteryear
an otherwise desolate picture
of a home long abandoned
by it's human inhabitants
to the elements and nature
colorless and lifeless
save for the shaggy, thick carpet
of bluebonnets that flow in a floral
river from the bottom of the picture
right up to the sagging porch
wallflowers bringing life
to the painting
and this boring office...
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Post by anirbas on Nov 22, 2007 8:11:16 GMT -6
Clouds thin as discarded tissue paper
scud across the night sky
in scrims and scraps
of diaphonous
matter
The spaces
betwixt and between
them scattershot
with the glimmer
of stars
A broken
white china
plate of a half moon rises
As I dart across the street
quick as a cat to the laundromat
my eyes turned heavenward
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Post by anirbas on Nov 22, 2007 8:15:48 GMT -6
Wind growls
soughing through
the tree boughs
whipping the crowns
into a sussurating frenzy
Wind howls
a banshee outside
the door giving
the Christmas wreath
what for, swinging it back and forth
Wind prowls through my thoughts
reminding me it's time to do some winter
time shopping as flip flops and capri pants
aren't going to keep me warm as the temperature drops
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