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After reading “Feathered Fans” by poetess Michele Lee Sefton from the Valley of the Sun, I was inspired to write this short poem in response…
In the nectar you prepare
and the kindness that you share,
your heart, dear Michele, is sweet.
Birds need the cool, clear water,
as temperatures grow hotter,
in Sonoran Desert heat.
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Wisdom within a warm, wonderful woman
Her happy, humble heart hath heavenly hues
Live lightsomely, letting love luxuriate
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The following haiku was inspired by a friend, poetess and author Michele Lee Sefton, relating to her writers retreat in the Cascades…
A pen in the pines
Poetic vision sublime
Heartstrings into lines
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Calmly pouring a dab of sugar-water into her hand, I watched as she positioned it under a ray of morning sunlight.
It glistened as I listened to the sound of a faint fluttering, slowly growing stronger.
Soon, a hummingbird appeared, pausing briefly to glance my way before proceeding to drink from her palm, thirsty and trusting.
From a precious soul, precious love emanated from her eyes in sharing and caring for this small, delicate creature.
I’d never seen a bird smile before that day, and I’ll always treasure the beauty in her eyes – a joy in my heart.
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And so it came to be
Through chance or destiny
That we would meet and become friends.
The best times have begun
To share laughter and fun
Let’s hope our friendship never ends.
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Some may say she’s perfect
She’ll tell you otherwise
Aware that she has faults
There’s no need for disguise
Her shy smile and brown eyes
Each melt my heart away
Plus, an inner beauty
She’s more than just okay
The time to share is now
While in the Spring of life
And were my wish fulfilled
Come Fall, she’d be my wife
Yes, I know I’m dreaming
Though hope to see the light
Thinking of her daily
And wanting what feels right
Of course, a few things would need to change. For starters, it certainly would be nice if she’d remove my name from being blacklisted on her site at WordPress. It would also be charitable if my emails were no longer filtered into her trash bin. And, on occasion, she could use Twitter to read some of the messages & comments I’ve left for her. Perhaps, as an act of goodwill, she might like a single post on my web site…sometime. Lastly, if she would refrain from associating my name with the term ‘devil’ – I think that would be helpful, too. Barring these few exceptions, the future looks bright!!!
Yes, I know I’m dreaming.
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Throwing stones at poems
I was hit in the head
Matching words that rhyme
I completed the thread
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Having read a wonderful poem entitled “Connected Roots“, by poetess Michele Lee Sefton – where she highlights the life & beauty of a desert rose named Lady Banks – I was inspired to write this short poem…
From separate places to common spaces
In a garden tended by loving hand
Plants and people of nature and nurture
Sharing golden beauty across the land
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The Letter “W”
Wayfarers wish for woodlands wet with waterfalls.
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Inspired by the writing of a friend: poem of husband & wife over time –
It seemed like magic when we met
Emotions we would share
On the table was everything
And with each word was care
To matters of health and sickness
In wealth or poverty
Each felt until death do us part
Was how it had to be
To work things through with compromise
And talk into the night
So when the morning sunlight came
Our time, again, was right
Time sure flies when you’re having fun
Sharing respect and love
By motto of two lives well lived
Our blessing from above
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The Letter “P”
Passion pushes the pen of poet to paper.
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She found her heart one day beneath an old sweater
That was lost in the attic of her yesteryear
Collecting dust of memories long forgotten
She took it back for want of love that she found pure
Across the sea
4000 miles
Another heart did beat
In a young man
Whose love for her
Would make their lives complete
Together they would rule the world
Two hearts, one love intwined
To share this blessing they have found
Heaven on earth, defined
Holding hands in the park
sipping wine after dark
They were married last spring
Now, they live happily by the ocean in a unique home which he built out of several shipping containers. She’s a thriving romance novelist, writing from her office which opens to a courtyard garden, in the center of their house. Together, they share stories in real time – a day in the lives of two dreamers who took a chance to embrace true love.
The best is yet to come. Believe.
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Good Morning 🌞
Living in the Eastern Time Zone, USA, with a birthday this year on the day after the time change for daylight savings…
Yesterday I lost an hour,
And today I gained a year.
But what about tomorrow?
Time will tell – to make it clear.
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She’s a good witch
The spells are real
Her magic worked on me
Within a wish
She’d wink an eye
And thoughts would come to be
With no defense
I’m at her whim
And yes, she likes to play
She wears me out
Then props me up
Each evening every day
Don’t get me wrong
I love her so
And know she loves me too
But she’s in charge
This lovely witch
Until the day is through
She’s a good witch
Her spells are real
The magic works for me.
© 2021 Phil Perkins
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After reading a friend’s writing, “The Hell’s Barge Self” – an inspiring account of ones fighting spirit to cherish life through surgery and not succumb to agents of evil – I wrote this poem in response…
Facing the faces of many
Disparaging people unkind
A warrior of courage with faith
Evil cast away – out of mind.
Drifting on boat through a dark hell
Operating to fight disease
Veiled voices behind a curtain
A lesson learned – not to appease.
Emerging stronger than before
Precious life held close to her heart
Eyes opened look forward with hope
Living life anew – a fresh start.
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