Being a writer, I am also an avid reader, and appreciate the works of others. I quite enjoy poetry, prose, and lyrical verse, and have decided to dedicate one of my pages to the works of others, though I may choose to include a work of mine from time to time. I hope everyone enjoys the works I include on this page as much as I do.
This month's theme is
‘ Spring Dawning ’
Beckon Lady Spring
Seductress of seasons restores life once more
Warm sunshine and zephyrs arise to the fore
The old mans hand eases a tight death grip
Snows retreat as Mother Earth does a flip
Bird, bug and beast breathe easy in fresh air
Awake all creatures! The weathers turned fair!
Flowering buds burst forth in many a hue
Lore of fairies and nymphs are recalled anew
Crocus greets hyacinth emerging with pride
Kites, bikes and balls follow calls of swings and slide
Honeybees and butterflies in time appear
Newborns sing choruses if lent an ear
Brush, pen and score artistically applied
Express emotions your presence has revived
Kiss with refresh, O vernal maiden of light
Tend to spirits wounded by winter's harsh bite.
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Natures Noble Artist
Somewhere a drop of water
Descends
Gravity working to pull
It from a plant
Another drop joins
And it becomes a trickle
A fingerprint
In the morning dew
Soon they will birth a stream
And when they too
Converge
And mingle
A river is born
Carving as it babbles
Stones and rock
No match for
The struggling water
Strength and perseverance
Evolve into
Natures
Noble
Artist...
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Remember Me
Remember me as I was then.
Not like you see me now.
The laughing carefree way I stood.
Too towered and taught to bow.
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The happy young man you once knew.
Who's eye's were clear and bright.
Played together each day with the sun.
Danced alone in the soft moonlight.
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Rather you see what I was then.
Than what I have become today.
A warm heart who loved you so.
With the strength of fire to play.
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When April swells the marshes.
The red winged birds will know.
To pipe these two words lightly.
To all the winds that blow.
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The trembling stars of the night.
Once bold bright shinning too.
Turn their heads from me now.
As I do now from you.
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Springtime Imagined
I'll write thee a Sonnet of joy, not sad
painting flowers with notes a robin sings
if only on paper the heart beats glad
stir winter's cauldron with whispers of spring
Imagine a view of springtime's bouquet
hither and yon willows sway in cool breeze
grass now green their dancefloors, whence white snow lay
'neath auzure skies enchantment takes seize
O’ that Spring's fragrance would flavor stale air
fresh fields of heather and lavender blue
O’ that Winter's bare frost disappear
as fair scents enter with springtime's debut
‘Alas time knows days and doth count each hour
‘til' let's imagine Springtime's first flower
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In Spring
crocus pop forth through snow traces
robins appear while winds yet sting
hopes of warm days cheer dour faces
to smile, laugh, whistle and sing
lightness of heart strikes up a song,
tulips and daffodil blooming
melted away, winter so long,
so smile, laugh, whistle and sing
buds, trumpets of prelude appeal
soft breezes emote playful flings
fresh air restores gusto and zeal
to smile, laugh, whistle and sing
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Come Away With Me
Come away with me,
Where the bright stars fill the night sky,
And we lay beneath, dew grass below our feet
Come away with me,
Where the sigh of ocean waves fill the summer air,
And we sit on velvet sand,
Watching the brilliance of the setting sun
Come away with me,
Where rainy mists cover hilltop peaks,
And we stand under an oak tree,
Our breaths melting into the wind
Come away with me,
Where floral pastures are soft beneath our bare toes,
And we run, carefree, to a place no one knows
Come away with me,
Where we dance to the music of our hearts,
Trapped in the happiness of our love
So why don't you,
Hold my hand,
Don't be afraid,
And...
Come away with me?
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Butterfly
He hangs on the portal of lunch time
where candy-eyed girls in violet tunics shall dance
for he, who climbs their limbs
one at a time
to sip, not gulp,
desire tucked behind lashes
batting counterfeit pretensions
swaying to and fro on summer's whimsy wink
she bows and spins
to fetch his coffee
sweet nectar blessed of Mother's kiss
he'd crave no more to bleed such truths -
dancing girls kiss back.
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Spring Love
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In spring lovebirds hover fancy.
Till morning lit by the dew.
Takes back winters heartache.
Restoring the love in you.
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The desperate cries of anguish.
From a heart that knows no joy.
Feeds long upon it's own regret.
Tossing the soul as if a toy.
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Give to me your heartaches.
Lay down in the meadow green.
Let go the sorrow of past loves.
Have rain wash the soul clean.
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Always to blossom in springtime.
Love feeds us on our dreams.
Washing away our winter sorrows.
From each one or so it seems.
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Then can you know happiness.
Without its enemy harbored doubt.
Along with the joys of pleasure.
You'll then feel what life's about.
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Take all of what you've been given.
Set aside pieces in you thereof.
No broken promise of joys embrace.
Can outshine a true heart in love!
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That Day
I look out the window,
I look out and smile,
I see the spot,
Where I made you mine.
It was a rainy day,
And under that tree,
You were standing there,
Standing with me.
I wanted to say,
Say, that I love you,
And I wanted you to,
Say you love me too.
And in the moment,
That moment with you,
My heart gives in,
And I tell you I do.
I take your hand,
In both of mine,
I look at you,
and can't help but smile.
You were so timid,
Timid, indeed.
You shyly smile,
And look at me.
You tell me then,
You finally do,
That you did in fact,
Love me too.
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Death and Life
Death slithers away,
As Life begins to form.
Dead trees become bountiful,
with lively hues of greens.
Dead grass that littered the ground,
transforms into plush green havens.
With Spring comes life,
a liveliness within nature.
With Spring dawning,
it brings the warmth of the sun.
Chasing away the cold grasp,
of Winter's icy Death.
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For those of you interested in having your poetry displayed on titusmcguire.com, I have a monthly poetry contest at
Writer's Café . The winners of this contest get their works posted on my website for the duration of one month.
Next month's theme is
TBA
My Writer's Café profile:
http://www.writerscafe.org/writers/titusmcguire/
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