Amazed By Gentle Winds:A Facebook Poetry Anthology by Frances Ayers-Editor (novel24 .txt) 📖

Deep into the forest,
Amidst the twilight gloom
The trees are talking,
Illuminated by the moon.

It sounds like a tidal wave,
It starts from the far end
Then travels through the tree tops,
As the ancient branches bend.

Standing higher than houses,
Older than the human form
Breathing in their oxygen,
All nature is reborn.

The trunks are unblemished,
Not spoiled by human hands
Swaying into the night sky,
Pure beauty where they stand.

Copyright Steven Pape 2012





Then Spring Came

Then spring came, In it`s rare enchantment
All it`s beauty, yearly reanacment.
The beauty of these lost woods,
Trees lined pure white like doves.

The colors that bloom,
Brings lightness to gloom.
These once skeleton trees,
Now all full in the breeze.

These virginal seeds,
Have completed their deeds.
All budding in full flow,
And yet more time to grow.

This Gothic house, Red vines climbing high,
Interacts with this stark blueness of sky
A worthwhile portrait, an artist comments,
Abstract imaginary clings to dead cement.

Then spring came almost overnight,
Shocked by it`s beauty, marvelled by light
Flowers lined up, all along this path,
As sunlight glistens off of my wine glass.


Copyright Steven Pape 2012



Venoyd McCalister III

Venoyd McCalister III is a full time student at Angelina College in Lufkin, Tx. He is a Liberal Arts major and enjoys writing poetry about love, religion, and any subjects that interest him regarding different events past and present. He enjoys experimenting with different poetic forms and he is passionate about his craft


Broke

humble .. but not weak....
patient... but not sleep...
living ... to love all...
a man... but i weep....
troubles... but i sleep....
anxious... but i wait....
meditating time and space....
while living to love without reason....
giving .. without.. pause...
a smile is always in season...
levitating on life and love....
i know trouble.. but i sleep....
a man .. but i weep....
loving without cause....
humble... but not weak....
broke ... but not cheap.....

Copyright Venoyd McCalister 2012


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Close encounters with silent reapers...
The lion den has my reservation...
And the lions have been my pillows...
And i have slept .... and i am sleeping ....
Been saturated.. with wasteful condensation....
But time has strengthened my resolution ....
This temple has been and is still resilient...
Heavy wings cut through the storm...
Many turbulent nights spent alone....
Perhaps it was solitary time well spent....
Wide awake from lying dormant....
So funny how the shoe revolves...
Karma has made the puzzle solvent....
I have been the liar's doormate....
Now dust me off and watch me shine....
Faith and patience sharpened my resolve...
Now i will ......become the storm...
It is funny how situations revolve....
As the stars align ... seek what is in store ...
... As i fluff my pillow... hear me roar...

Copyright Venoyd McCalister 2012


On My Way ( collab re-titled )

As the sands of time...
Fall down like rain...
We were born to die...
But lord .. with faith i will sustain...
You saved a soul...
That once asked for death...
You calmed a weary mind..
Now i can rest....
Your grace and mercy...
Saved this soul of mine....
Now the lower i get..
The higher i rise....
I was so lost...
The blindest of the blind..
And i made you my choice...
And i hear your voice...
Illuminate my mind...
As i walk with you day to day.....
I am on my way ..
To see you face to face...

Copyright Venoyd McCalister 2012




Scott Ransopher

Scott Ransopher was born in Tempe, Arizona on September 25th 1974. He currently resides in Garland, Texas. He graduated from the University of Texas at Dallas in 1997 with a degree in English language and literature. He has been writing poetry since 1995. His web site is: http://antropolisbooks.angelfire.com/.



THE PRICE

What did they pay for this rainbow spring
Here on their high plateau?
Aching lungs and the north wind's sting
And drift upon drift of snow.
What was the price of this jade green grass
That covers their sprawling plain?
Blizzards like beasts and ice like glass
And gnawing cold and pain.

In growling winter it's hard, it's hard
To remember wild strewn flowers.
But with a hundred hues on their great, green spread,
They forgive the cold-bitten hours.





Copyright Scott Ransopher 1997


A Grandfather Like You

The Oshkosh B'Gosh overalls
A trademark of your own
The acres of farmland
You'd always call your home

You taught her "Oh Susanna"
You taught her Sheep head too
And she thought everyone
Had a Grandfather like you

You could fix near everything
If parts were left over--who cared?
You always were up to mischief for
Your honor was meant to be shared

You were a dancer, a farmer
An angel and a crook
You taught your grand kids lessons
You never learned from a book

Love must have given you nine lives
And she's glad to share a few
For it is a real treasure
To have a Grandfather like you!

Copyright Scott Ransopher 1998


Frances Ayers

Since my mid forties I have been writing poetry,mostly in rhyme,although recently I have begun to write free verse and Haiku.I have found writing to be very cathartic,as it has helped me deal with a number of losses,especially the suicide
of my younger brother.I have been published in three Facebook anthologies and online.My poem,"As Old As Sea",came in third place in the May 2010 voicesnet.com poetry contest,and another poem,"Of Winter Born",was voted a three star finalist on that same
site.When I am not writing,I am a full time Caregiver to my elderly uncle and beloved nine year old adopted cat Mimi.Previously,I worked as a Social Worker with abused and neglected children and their families in the NYC area.I graduated from Fordham University in 1988 with my MSW degree.


Soul Speak

Tell me of your deepest yearnings
And need to feel you're not alone
Trust me with memories you treasure
Have patience when I take that tone
And Wish for me all life's goodness
Few tears that sting like braided rope
Patience and luck in equal measure
And strength anew to help me cope
Hoping to attract that kindred soul
With a longing that knows to wait
My heart opens up to accept the one
Forever more to be my mate

Copyright 2012 Frances Ayers



In Memory Of

Whispers of the past
Flood the eyes and ears
And visions like a blast
Announce the time of year

Forgotten dreams again
Dredging up the years
Through night and day they lend
The living borrowed tears

Perhaps its sorrows way
To cleanse the soul again
Of doubts that may sway
The heart that needs to mend

Copyright 2011 Frances Ayers






Memories-Haiku

Refined,and polished
Reflecting the light of day
Memories are precious

A rare collection
Never lost or hidden
Forever ours

With many facets
To be shared with loved ones
A living tribute

Copyright 2012 Frances Ayers



What The New Year Brings (Haiku Chain)

Hope in full measure
Enough to last many days
Sustaining us

A faith filled cup
From which we sip slowly
Lasting all our days

Patience which awaits
The dawning of the new day
Lifts its eyes upwards

Copyright 2012 Frances Ayers


Change (Haiku Chain)

Uncertain days
Challenging the strongest hearts
We climb a mountain

Stepping upwards
Approaching the highest peak
A magnificent view

Vision is panoramic
Eying the valley below
Part of our journey

Copyright 2012 Frances Ayers




The Souls Joy(Senryu)

Bright light to others
Imbued with goodness and love
Seeks a higher goal

With faith and purpose
Sets out on a far journey
Discovering life

Amazed,delighted
By what it finds everywhere
Can now reach the stars

Copyright 2011 Frances Ayers

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