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POETS' PURPOSE

Flakes bounce and dodge through the bare limbs
completing their journey to below
as this day's evening slowly dims
and a slight chill wind begins to blow.

The winter world begins to fade
colors seeming almost black and white
especially in cedars' shade
whose canopy bans ground snow from sight.

Then into a land turned almost dark,
like bright paint splashed on a grim gray wall,
the contrast between them bold and stark,
flits a bright red cardinal.

Friend-ships...

Sometimes they are rowed
There are times that they are towed
Some just chug along
Some have engines strong

There are those that run forever
Ones that shouldn’t be, no, never
Ships passing in the night
Ships fading out of sight

The friends that make you smile
Friends that go with you the miles
Friendships carry loads
And friendships travel roads

Build them all in friendship yards
Just be a friend, it ain’t that hard
This is all I’ve meant to say
My friends, I truly see that way

You are what I was dreaming of

I am not scared, maybe I should be
because I think you are what I have been missing
my whole life—
when I was moving with my heart full beneath the moon
pierced by the most aching of longings,
pulled towards a mystery that I could not place or touch,
I think I was dreaming of you—
and this dream bloomed
by the sea, beneath a glowing amber moon—
she was looming above the rolling waves, demanding my soul and body to open
in ecstatic dance
and oh, open I did
I was dancing like an angel on earth

THE CATTLE PRESIDENT

Two wrongs can make a right
When two fighting elephants die, the grass enjoys peace
If 73 men must die, a single hair must not fall
If we must sober for our crops being grazed
and our loved ones being butchered, then we get drowned in our own tears
If we must sleep in the cold breeze of the night,
With our eyes wide open, and our mind hanged to our hands,
convenient the cattle.
.
Let me cry now for my brother’s headache,
Not until I catch it,
Is this the change you have in mind?

Feather Light Tipi

Midnight, sharp, frigid air,
walking a forest path to watch stars stellar,
with time out of mind,
making a path for others to find,
with crunching snow under his boots,
crunching fallen Mountain Ash fruits,
unfamiliar terrain he came across,
he took a spill and was tossed,
down a steep slope into a ravine,
a part he had never seen,
with a twisted ankle and bruised knees,
he cursed himself he wasn't pleased,
his bad judgment,
placed him in a predicament,
he couldn't retrace his new made path,

Jesus, Brighter Than All

Brighter than all the stars in the sky
Shining together to form galaxies
Brighter than anything on this earth
Brighter than anything I've seen
Shining to illuminate ways for me
Revealing the wonders within them
Your power works to glorify Jesus
Showing the way and helping to follow
The wonder and glory that I have in you

By: Leona Chaput

The bottles

Standing near the still lake.
As the chill wind blew across my pale face,
Uncontrolled tears rush down my cheeks
As I remember good days with old friend.

I open out a bottle of Liquor
and look around but nobody to share
Then i drown myself with the alcohol
Yet more tears gush out my eyes

I empty the bottle and open a socond
Bending my head towards the ground
All I see is the Desolate graveyard
Where all friends and family at

Made up Memory

Snowy courtyard. In the cold,
willows draw leafless lines.
Ice performs a windy dance.
In the window, a winter rose
stands against the frosted glass.

I am cooking, stirring hard
a summer memories preserve.
Shrunken berries swirl and float,
syrup splashing on the floor.
It smells like a pine sap.

Memory droplets of amber
with insects suspended within,
faceted eyes and delicate wings.
It will be a necklace  to wear
on my naked skin.

Your Love Is A Mystery

Your love is a shrewed healer,
nothing could have healed better;
when my heart was hurt and broken,
you salved and built it a haven.

On the verge of damage,
Swiftly you came to its salvage.
You became a light to my pathway,
in gale of cruel fate, a belay

Your love is slow to judge;
it never bears a grudge.
Errors once filled my slate,
and I didn't know my fate.

My future was dark and bleak,
it was chaos at its peak.
My best you sought and found,
and my errors you left behind.

Many Summers Past

Many summers past, we were standing,
For each others dates anxiously waiting.
It was then our eyes did glance,
And their arrival we forgot, perchance.

It was then your eyes transfixed mine,
Yes it was with in our domain, we felt fine,
We stared and glanced and blushed,
At each others arms, naturally we rushed.
It was at the spur of moment God granted,
It was our union for ever which was supplanted.

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