Category: Poetry
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Centering by Jim Bates
SpringtimePlanting radish seedsDiligently wateringCarefully caringEmergingPeeking through the rich soilFlourishingEnticing honeybeesGently buzzingHypnoticIn the morning sunDrifting and dancingNectar drinkingSlurping with a diligent passionSummertime daily delightPeaceful mediationsFor the gratefulSpirit. Jim Bates lives in a small town in Minnesota. He loves to write! He has authored 33 books, including poetry, flash fiction, short story…
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Winter in My Garden by George Freek
Summer’s flowers are gone.All that’s leftare decaying remains.The trees are bare;Yet I can recallwhen leaves were there.In my garden a hammock,where my wife used to lie,creaks in a bitter wind,descending from the sky.As winter approaches,I talk to my cat,to the moon and the stars.They have nothing to say.That is their…
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Salty by Charley Lenton-Lyons
Do slugs look at snailswith resentment?Similar in form,gifted the home they weren’tafforded. A cosy place toput your foot up atthe end of a tough day. Furiously munching weeds,wishing the birds wouldrainsaltdownon their affluent neighbours. Shells vacated –ready for new tenants. Charley Lenton-Lyons is a UK-based poet with a background in…
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In Her Absence by Kushagra Shringi
I see her in hazy sunlight,in busy mornings, in quiet nights,In shadows that fall on empty wallsin every dream I still recall. I hear her in the silence of night,in whispered prayers, in echoes light,Her laughter softens all my pain,like light breaking through the rain. I smell her in the…
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Wisdom by Jim Bates
Growing upHe read about itDream of having itBut never really didA mediocre studentHe did his bestHe graduated in the middle of his classHe went on to collegeHe did okayHeld a long term job for many yearsMarriage and familyLove and lossAll the way to the endNow he walks wooded trailsHe watches…
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we may be landscape by Corbett Buchley
we may be landscapea pastiche of neighborhood and terrain but do you see the graves they are hidden and not hidden in the folds of hills in the patchwork lineswe have latticed over earth a lot goes into livingwe toil like worms, like salmonbehind plows, in boats sleek nervous carnivores…
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Symphony of Spring by Jim Bates
The sun glows mellow on a warming dayA light breeze from the south caresses cattailsDown near the pond songs fill the airBlack birds chiming a chorus of red wingsNearby a babbling stream of snow melt rushingA melody of life, a symphony of spring. Jim Bates is an award-winning author who…
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To the Rabbit Hole by Martin Indars
“Fear not the rabbit hole.It is warm, safe and securefrom the shredding above.”—Nitram Sradni The best burrow deep, blindly so,to either nowhere or nowhere you know.With nothing from above but a broken clock,the below echoes the best of our dreams. So down, down, down the rabbit hole we goslowly, freely,…
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Resplendent by Jim Bates
All day longSnow fallingBlanketingBarren brown groundA white delightA wintery makeoverHushed and lovelySoft and peacefulSilently sublimeLand resplendentIn delightfulCalm. Jim Bates is retired and lives in a small town in Minnesota. He enjoys walking, reading, and writing.