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| FIAT | |
| Fingering the keys of time, | |
| I try to shape thoughts | |
| And place them on | |
| The screen of life. |
| Smiles are twinkling | |
| stars of happiness | |
| in the sparkling | |
| light of God's joy. |
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| Unfolding | |
| unfolding in the mist | |
| of a crystalline moon | |
| their lies a flower. . . | |
| a secret whisper that grows | |
| in the emerald grass | |
| of an enraptured dream | |
| and the gleam of invisible hopes | |
| until it fades | |
| ...imperfect | |
| in the pool | |
| of morning’s regretful light. |
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| The bright glow of sunshine | |
| among leaves intertwines, | |
| casting small shadows | |
| under soft rainbows, | |
| removing the clouds | |
| of pain, which enshrouds | |
| our lives in gloom | |
| leaving joy no room | |
| in which to cheerfully abide | |
| except for the confines | |
| of a coffin. |
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| Ribbons | |
| ribbons of color rise | |
| out of gray clouds | |
| to form | |
| a delicate rainbow | |
| which fades | |
| into lacey blue | |
| strands of sky |
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| Flying | |
| Stars shed shimmering light | |
| upon a watery sky | |
| as a lone tear falls from | |
| the solitary cloud above, | |
| breaking the embrace | |
| of rippling reflections | |
| and I dip my broken wing | |
| in the stream of dreams | |
| and rise to meet | |
| . . . eternity |
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| Italian | |
| Fingers and hands, | |
| postures and expressions, | |
| join in the artful dance | |
| of communication. |
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| It’s the fun | |
| It’s the fun | |
| in playing | |
| with letters | |
| which causes | |
| random acts of joy | |
| to be | |
| let loose | |
| in ink. |
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| Words | |
| Joyfilled days fly off the page | |
| Then quickly they change | |
| to scary nights | |
| and hurtfilled fights | |
| to cherished dreams | |
| and monotony. | |
| Onward still the words go by | |
| big and small they catch my eye. | |
| Some are bleary unshaped marks | |
| while others’ meanings are quite stark. | |
| They captivate me and pull me in | |
| they stir emotions from within. | |
| Others bore me and put me to sleep | |
| or run together in a heap. | |
| Within them is a hidden meaning | |
| with my task to do the gleaning. | |
| So here I sit with book open wide | |
| trying to decipher what’s inside. |
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| Daddy | |
| A child falls and scrapes her knee | |
| crying, hurting can’t anyone see? | |
| Then she hears that welcome sound | |
| from her Daddy whose love abounds. | |
| “Come to me dear child for a hug | |
| I see you are in need of love.” | |
| He hugs her tight and soothingly says, | |
| “I’ll love your forever. I’ll love you always.” |
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| A rainbow is | |
| an upside down smile | |
| which sparkles on | |
| the tears | |
| of the storm. |
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| Desolate | |
| shadows | |
| of sorrow | |
| are replaced | |
| by golden | |
| sunbeams | |
| of joy | |
| bringing | |
| the shine | |
| of sunrise | |
| to the dullness | |
| of darkened night. |
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| Sidewalk | |
| Even though you seem | |
| unbreakable, | |
| cold, | |
| and lifeless | |
| there are tiny cracks | |
| where shoots | |
| of life | |
| peek through. |
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| Soft petals | |
| of gentle flowers | |
| touch our hearts | |
| and bring us peace. |
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| Pleasant dreams of | |
| joy-filled days | |
| are seen in | |
| peaceful smiles | |
| of sleepy children | |
| innocently resting | |
| on soft little blankets | |
| scattered ‘round | |
| the quiet room. |
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| Clouds of silver drift | |
| in the sky, | |
| aglow with gentle light | |
| twinkling stars have scattered. |
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| Haiku Attempts: | |
| Invigorating, | |
| cool breeze of early morning. | |
| A mask of sorrow. | |
| Rain, falling softly | |
| shatters as it strikes the ground; | |
| The sun brings rainbows. | |
| Exhausted voices | |
| reflect, conceal and impair. | |
| Children still smile. | |
| Creamy white petals | |
| floating delicately down. | |
| Descend, butterfly. | |
| Black and orange petals | |
| drifting my way in silence | |
| Come close butterfly. | |
| Flimsy shadow shapes | |
| drifting, blocking, concealing | |
| Life's ever changing. | |
| Shadows demarcate | |
| zones where light does not exist | |
| But, darkness will shift. | |
| Swift antelope race | |
| sleek in never lapsing gait | |
| ...nimble footed grace. | |
| Tiny little legs | |
| climbing upward through the air | |
| Sturdy thread of life. | |
| Tiny dew droplets | |
| reflecting rainbows of light | |
| Darkness has ended. |
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| The clouds let loose | |
| little drops of rain | |
| to wash away pain | |
| and give everything life, | |
| fresh and new. |
