Beneath the Sky ~ #poetry of the #seasons

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

This incredible picture was taken from a rooftop, in Westchester, NY, by my dear friend, Ed “Brother Bud” Bates. Used with permission.

Beyond these forest lands, there lays
A frozen village, touched by rays
Encased in ice, nothing can be seen
It’s most ethereal, out of a dream

Skies of blue, touched by clouds
Overcast heavens, that shout aloud
The wild life’s echoed sound of joy
As warmth from the sun, completes its ploy

To melt away, these frozen limbs
Embrace the spirits, deep within
Then listens, as the forest fills with voices
The woodland, ever jubilant, rejoices

Knowing, this is only temporary
For Mother Nature, is quite contrary
And in a flash, she changes speeds
The whispering winds, planting seeds

While we await, the first of spring
To celebrant, every living thing
That comes back to life, as we espy
Preserved, a wilderness, beneath the sky

©2019 Dorinda Duclos

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What to Give a Viking

Charmed Chaos

Plundering and pillaging is not the norm
For you’re a modern day Viking
And you’d never bring any harm
Or leave your maiden crying.

So here’s a gift for you, My Big Viking,
Something old yet new
I hope it’s to your liking
For it’s a different kind of tool.

A present to spur your creative side
And keep those artistic juices flowing
Honing a craft to help pass the time
Making beautiful art that’s glowing.

dVerse Poets Pub: Meet the Bar with Gift Rhymes

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THROWBACK FRIDAY: Love Described

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Love DescribedLove Described?

How to describe love?
Nothing abstract about it
You either love or you don’t
The best life has to offer
is always found in people.

© 2018-2019 – Donna Matthews


The above poem is written in the form of tanka. The tanka form is generally a short poem with the following pattern 5-7-5-7-7. In its purest form, tanka poems are most commonly written as expressions of gratitude, love, or self-reflection and can be read forward and backward. Learn more about poetry styles here.

Hey y’all, thanks for visiting the Go Dog Go Cafe and I hope you enjoyed reading today’s selection. I am Donna Matthews, a born and bred Texan who can usually be found writing, painting, taking pictures, or traveling the world on foot. I’m all about love, people, sharing, and doing life together and would love to get to know you. I host two blogs…the first, The…

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The Resonating Voice

Valorous Bird

play some more of that
let me also get sold
to the touching lyrics
music is targeting a weak mole

the chasm in relationship
must be the main cause
his beatific voice now affects
so many broken hearts

drowning is what I would prefer
the voice of the singer is heart
words from his mouth are pure
like flying dove in the clear blue sky

repeatedly I hear him sing
the pain in his voice is resonating
the chords on his guitar he hits
his obedience for music manifests

heart breaks pinch like thorns
so many artists are born

with time theygrow and become roses
welcoming the present as slowly the doors of the past closes

@ Kritika

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Totem

Sarah Doughty

“So yes, when you asked me
what I believed in, my answer
was simple: us.”

Maybe it’s me, but I grew up believing that my soul was only half complete. That somewhere, in the universe, was another — the second, and final piece, of the cosmic puzzle. But when I met you, I realized that my beliefs were wrong. You see, my soul is whole on its own. But having you here with me is like being plugged into an amplifier. One that enables and encourages me to be my best self. So yes, when you asked me what I believed in, my answer was simple: us.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

It has always been that simple.

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THROWBACK FRIDAY- Linda Lee Lyberg- Mighty Gabriel

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Mighty Gabriel cloud in peach sherbet sky
Kissing goodnight to the sinking sun
When waxing moon shines, rising on nigh
Mourning for the glorious day is over, done

Kissing goodnight to the sinking sun
Angel spreading his gossamer wings, flies
Mourning for the glorious day is over, done
As he soars into the cobalt black night

Angel spreading his gossamer wings, flies
Surrounded by a thousand twinkling stars
As he soars into the cobalt black night
Ever higher, ascending to Venus and Mars

Surrounded by a thousand twinkling stars
When waxing moon shines, rising on nigh
Ever higher, ascending to Venus and Mars
Mighty Gabriel cloud in peach sherbet sky

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

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