Fishermen

From a still sea
the sun rises.
Farmers return
with their harvest.

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Wanderlust

What wonders,
hidden beyond far horizon,
summon forth the wanderlust
resting dormant within my soul?

Is there any power,
strong enough to overcome?
That magnetism drawing me,
to the ever retreating horizon.

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Boulevard

The boulevard of life we travel,
is fraught with intersections, countless.
Many we pass by, hesitating not.
Some call out, beckon for attention.
To these we pause, detour and explore.
From such quests our lives enriched,
we prosper, far beyond compare.
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Beauty

It has been said.
Beauty lies
in the eyes
of the beholder.

Might one ask.
Does beauty
in or of itself
recognize any bounds?

To voice an opinion
as to knowledge of beauty.
Must the beholder
be acclaimed expert?

In all truth.
Might an expression
of beauty be but
an affair of one's heart?

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Perpetuity

After the searing flames have gone.
When the choking black smoke has blown away.
I walked where once green forests stood.
Only ash and charred ruin remain.

The feeling of despair I could not hide.
Then at my foot midst grey dust appeared.
The brightest sliver of green grass.
And I knew all was not lost.

Perpetuity reigned.

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Blade O' Grass

Poking out through melting snow
from thawing frozen earth.
Timidly a new life peeks
in the newness of spring.

As temperate vernal days drift by.
It drinks the rays of summer sun.
Growing tall standing strong
still velvet soft to shoeless toe.

Yet if rendered asunder
such fragrance it yields.
So subtlety sweet its gift.
Mother Nature's humble.

Blade o' grass.

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Ambrosia

Looking out across
green valleys kissed.
By the God's
ambrosia mist.

So often I wonder.
Could that potion's magic?
Dissolve the evil
that turns good fortune tragic.

Then I sigh and question.
Why my concern?
Of events I cannot alter
and sadly to reality return.

Yet I must have been splashed
by that potion's spray.
For to concede I refuse.
Some good I shall do every day.

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The Seed

In the spring
when the air has warmed.
I
planted a seed
a tiny seed.
I
along with my faith
to Mother Earth entrusted it.
I
hoped she would
nourish and coax the blossom
hidden within that seed so small.
To
spring forth in the summertime
with
its beauty its fragrance.
That all may behold and enjoy.
Until
autumn time
when back it returns

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Remember When

Remember when?
Remember when we were young.
When every season held promise.
And each promise full of life.

Remember when.
Our love was rich and full.
When looking ahead
has become what was but a dream.

Remember when.
We dreamed we laughed we cried.
Then because of our love
dreams became realities.

With you by my side
remembering when.
Is but proof love's strength
lies in remembering when.

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Pressed Petals

Pressed between diary's private pages.
Blossoms from one lover giv'n.
A promise made so long ago.
Sealed with blush from ruby lips.

Fragile petals hidden away.
Hold memories of love so true.
Love once spoken whisper soft.
Grown in strength with passing time.

Hold well your secret, delicate bloom.
Release, recharge lover's memorys' magic.
Each time the diary is reopened,
when your petals are caressed.

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