By eliz100
This book is a collection of poems to celebrate poetry month. My theme is poetry through the seasons. There will be eight poems about each season. That leaves two leftover which will be an opening and closing poem. I am looking at this as an adventure. My first adventure writing daily
By eliz100
All about me
My name is Lee
Born Elizabeth Ann
Born Woman
Still am
Eldest of six
What a mix
Do what I can
Still am
Mother of three
On the family tree
Two girls and a boy
Oh! what a joy
Love to read
I have a need
A book a day
Makes me gay
Swim like a fish
Go with a swish
Dive deep.
Then leap
Nursing's my bag
It is quite mag
Psych my game
My call to fame
Grandmother of three
Oh! wish I could see
Only zoom calls these days
That's how it lays
I have come to the end
Of the story I penned
Hope you enjoyed it
At least a little bit
Great place to be
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Crisp cold windy air
Children everywhere
Like polka dots placed
On the crystal snow
The hill was perfect
For saucers and sleds
Kids went flying down
And trudging back up
The ice that is flat and fast
Silver blades gliding
Couples hand in hand
Dancing on the pond
Some building snow people
Rolling big snowballs
Carrot for a pointy nose
Coal for the ebony eyes
Fire and hot chocolate
By the skating pond
Warming inside and out
The best winter day
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Have you ever wondered why
There are two gra/eys:
Mirriam Webster defines them
Exactly the same: a dull color
So the mystery is solved
You can use either one
To describe a gloomy color
So it is your choice
Gra/ey skies of winter
Clouds hanging low
Depressing the earth
Pregnant with snow
Gunmetal gra/ey
Battleship gra/ey
Gra/ey volcanic ash
Gra/ey sickly paiior
Even Crayola has two gra/eys
In its 124 crayon box
Crayons get worn down
But never the gra/eys
So remember you
are never wrong
Using gray or grey
Mystery solved
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The spark of life gone
The soul broken and battered
Life slipping away
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The winter pine tree
Stands majestically
Subtle dark greens
Dress her beautifully
She sways in the wind
As if ballet dancing
Snow covers her limbs
Needles are glistening
Under the branches
Bunnies are burrowing
Deep in the tree
Birdies are nesting
Christmas is coming
Who will be chosen
The pines are whispering
Will it be me or you
The ultimate joy
The angel wearing
On Christmas eve
Carolers singing
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Winter of my life, time to settle scores
Interesting perspective, looking back
Need only the essentials, as things drop away
Time to make peace with my higher power
Enjoying last times with family and friends
Rejoicing in a life well-lived, to the end
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Father Time was tired and spent
It had been a long, hard year
Country panicked over Covid 19
On edge, waiting for the vaccine
"Where is that Baby New Year?"
"It is almost midnight, just minutes to go,"
Father Time slumped down in a chair
His white toga a lot worse for wear
Remembering George Floyd's death
Followed by the rioting and unrest
He breathed a great sigh of relief
As his life force was diminishing
"Is that the Baby I see?"
Coming to relieve me.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one
Happy New Year!
The baby is here
Father time fades away
A new year, a new day.
| Author Notes | I want to thank Cleo85 for another wonderful picture. It reminded me of two events the old year passing and the new year coming. |
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droplets trickle off
the heavily laden boughs
life renews again
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The geese are resting on the lake
Northward bound another year
A hint of spring is in the air, but
Old man winter just can't let go
The tree branches are still bare
But are tipped with tiny buds
The daffodils have sprouted
Tulips coming right behind
There is an odd patch of gray snow
The weak spring sun could not find
"Spring is surely coming!"
Says the birdie in the tree
| Author Notes | This is my first poem in the spring section of my book, Poems Through the Seasons. I choose the light green background to indicate the beginning of spring. |
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i am a seed pod
ready to sprout push pop
life begins anew
| Author Notes | I tried to put myself in the seeds place. I am not sure how it worked. Feedback appreciated. |
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The tiny yellow petals
Adorn the bush
Like Belle's dress
In Beauty and the beast
A splotch of sunshine
On an umber background
Winters trying to hang on
Spring marches in
| Author Notes | I am sure you noticed the picture is not a forsythia bush. I could not find one. This gives the impression of what I was trying to describe. |
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delicate blossoms
pink and white peace offering
across the ocean
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The Statue of Liberty is crying
So many people coming in
Children unaccompanied
Tired, hungry, alone
Pray for the USA
From the Golden Gate Bridge
To the George Washington Bridge
Discontent, unrest, violence
So much destruction, why
Pray for the USA
Mt Rushmore's residents
Noble men all four
Would look askance
At the attack on the capitol
Pray for the USA
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High School graduation
Cause for celebration
Final emancipation
Many salutations
Comes with expectations
Decisions and options
Need much concentration
To set plans in motion
Exclamation
Floatation
| Author Notes | This is one of my spring poems. Tried some rhyming. |
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Mother, Mom, Mama, Maaaaa!
Open to all kid's needs
Takes life as it comes
Heart that grows exponentially
Everyone before her
Rest will come much later
Sacrifice is her game
| Author Notes | This is another poem in my spring section. |
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Today is tax day
Time for you to pay
Search for info
What a mess
Fill in the blanks
Add and subtract
Hope the final number
Has a plus sign
April sixteenth
Another year done
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Summertime and sunshine
Unusual seashells to find
Making sand castles with moats
Meeting new friends
Exploring the sandy beach
Running into the waves
Tumbling in the water
Into the surf the sand and the sun
Makes a wonderful day
Excited summer is here
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There once was a man named Sam
He had a blue and white van
It looked like an old rusty can
Bam! Here comes Sam
Sam had a very soft bed
Where he could lay his head
The quilt was white and red
It was quite the spread
Sam asked Sal to help him
The light was very dim
He had to measure and pin
The covering for the tin
Sam liked the little tots
He made them treats in his pots
He helped them do dot-to-dots
Then put them to bed in their cots
Sam had a dog named King Tut
He lived in the yard in a hut
Through and through he was a mut
Head held high he would strut
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The summer sun stretches my soul
My summer soul flies with the kites
Against a bright sky of blue and white
I enjoy the peace of a wooded glen
My soul is bathed in restful quiet
Refreshed awaiting the next adventure
Looking at the ebony star-filled sky
My soul expands to the edges
Of God's infinite universe
My summer soul prays everywhere
Delighted in my God connection
Thankful for His wonderful creation
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My excitement increases exponentially
As I walk through the huge sea of cars
Approaching the well-lit entrance gate
Finally another year at the county fair
The beginning of the well-worn midway
Entices with mouth-watering smells
Frying sausage and peppers
French fries and fried perogies
Cotton candy and fried ice cream
I grabbed my friend's hand and began to run
Dashing around mothers with strollers
Between couples strolling hand in hand
The lights and sounds could be heard
First to the ticket booth -one dollar a ride.
We start with a speedy one - The Rocket
Then on to the excitement of the funhouse
In the dark with moving floors and distorting mirrors
On to the carousel -I pick a sleek black stallion
The games are calling -we shoot water guns
throw baseballs and pick numbered ducks
Hoping to win the huge stuffed animal
The pungent scents lead us to the animals
The 4-H kids stand by their well-earned prizes
Prized blue, red, and yellow shiny ribbons
For well-raised steer and clean shiny. huge pigs
The fair sights and sounds slowly recede
As we trudge slowly back to our car
Holding on to this fair's wonderful memories
Dreaming of this fair's awsome memories
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nature's way of light
no batteries needed
just God's energy
| Author Notes | I could not find a picture of fire flys, I thought this abstract might work. |
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Summer breeze makes me sneeze
Achoo, achoo
Then gently kisses my cheek
Kiss, Kiss
The breeze fills the sails
Huffing and puffing with ease
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The old man sat
On a mat with a cat.
Wearing a funny hat
The old man went to bed
With music in his head
He wore a cap of red
The old man had a kit
In which he learned to knit
A cushion on which to sit
The old man had to stop
When he saw the cop
He almost blew his top
The old man had some grub
That he ate in the pub
And gave his tummy a rub
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My most frequent question
Can you say that again?
After my husband had yelled
From another room
I still did not hear it
I get up from my seat
Taking a moment to stabilize
So I do not end up on the floor
Dizzyness comes and goes
I have had twelve head injuries
In the last year, pacemaker placed
I had surgery on my eyes
Way back in my 50's
No glasses, it was freeing
Now I am squinting to read
The fine print, forget about it
One knee is bionic the other okay
I move a lot slower now
No New York City sidewalk pace
I keep adding supplements
Turmeric for inflammation
Selenium for hand pain
Living is better than its opposite
So I thank God for every day
| Author Notes | Feeling a little down today so this just flowed out. I am writing a poem a day, so I take what comes. |
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I stand on the edge of the cliff
Face into the howling wind
My warrior spirit coming alive
My feet are rooted to the ground
Gathering strength from the earth
Allowing the spirit to fill my skin
The roaring of the waves
Crashing against the crag
Connect me to the universe
Shrieking wind and waves
Assaults my essence
Electrifying my spirit
"Bring it on, Universe!"
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Brilliant canopy
Gold, orange, and red fireworks
Before winter stings
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The farmer cuts the corn maze
After he harvests the corn
If you get stuck find the tower
To plan your escape route
The apples are ready for harvest
Tubs filled with water apples bobbing
Put your face in, hands behind your back
Heads pop up with an apple in their teeth
Big orange pumpkins ripen on the vine
Pick one, then onto the carving station
A decision will be made funny or scary
Pumpkins on the porch lit from inside
Halloween is coming, Halloween is coming
Witches and black cats riding brooms
Spider webs abound with hairy spiders
White filmy ghosts floating everywhere
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Some describe it as red hot
Others as a fire in the belly
Or an erupting volcano
It sits deep in the gut
Growing and spreading
Through the body
Energized to the nth degree
Ready to run or fight
From the saber tooth tiger
Can't run or fight
Breathe, take a deep breath
And count to a hundred
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