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Best Poems Written by Iris E. S-Lewis

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The Late Blooming Iris

Lately I have paused, pondering death
But I'm not fit for it's journey yet.

It's not that I loathe meeting death's kind
It will be, for me, an experience of a lifetime.

I've had one stupendous, lovely, awesome gift
A second chance at life I could not resist.

So tell me this... who's thinking of dying?
Color me rainbow. Rain falls, next, I'm smiling.


Lately I have paused, pondering death
It's out of my hands, my stem's length and breath.

All I have been, isn't all that I am
I've taken a stand to let The Source guide my hands.

I can claim to be a calico, claiming nine lives
Again, and again, I rise with clearer eyes.

I'd assume any form my Maker moves me to use
Would I be excused, if in your haven I refuse?

I am a flower, even in winter
Even in winter, I am a flower.

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Writing In a Black Perspective

WRITING IN A BLACK PERSPECTIVE

Why is it that someone's pain is felt pleasure to another?
I arrived with fears. I cared to find a friend, anywhere
But I wasn't taught to be my own; no school helped me to look within
I heard of God of deep blackness; with words, inciting light
One voice, one eye in our universe
My voice to converse felt crippled.

My family pools held many colors; warm as Caribbean sea breeze
Each person was of significance. Two were like gazelles, alluring
One was as dark as night, the other was near blinding white
Those in between were earth tones.

I looked out beyond decked windows. Multicolored Christmas lights blinked
Nonchalantly in dark of morning; snow was falling, and had covered bare
limbs of a cherry blossom tree- such picturesque view, i decided:
'On this most snowing, all white reigns supremely pure, as the black of night.'

The irises of my eyes were dark brown pools, merging with black pupils...
I was cinnamon; yet found solace in my shade of dark, no harsh light
Soft was my dark. No more depression lurked within. Mine eyes, my ears craved
Transparency; then came clarity. I understood triggers triggering depression
Revelations were as treasured as exercise. Fresh air, rain, sun, I was in awe of
My Higher Power's helpful hands- simplicity and clarity were blessings
I needed no Prozac.

At the start of a new day, I'd submerge in warmth, and baptize myself
I would bring soothing light to mesh with quiet dark
I would lounge, meditate, and pray. Sometimes I'd sing or hum a tune
I'd go fearlessly in the dark, knowing when not to rush
I'd go fearlessly near blinding lights, knowing where to focus.

Who am I? i am as soft as the sinews of you; yet steadfast
A dessert flower with dew of faith- even in winter
I am a flower, thriving like evergreen...
Amid histories fiercest touch to my roots
I know of grace, granted by the Source
Transcending me to live as never before understood.

I need not cry out my fears, in ways that let others fear
I must cry out injustices, so that others, too, may sing
I go fearlessly to face my fears, knowing scars are lessons learned
And good visualizations are as friends, not foes.

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A Rainbow Flower

From beyond the horizon of time, 
my roots unending, chose life
For as in the beginning, I in the dark, beheld light
When even in the dark of night I must climb
When challenges I must face, 
Rather than taking flight
I must look right towards the light
Even in winter, I am a flower.

May I assume any color in the scheme of good things
Assuming any form, in whatever haven I choose
Like a rainbow following rain, I'll rise
I'll rise with crimson/gold, each clear day
Even in winter, I am a flower.

From the innermost chambers of my conscience, came I
Saturated with thoughts for life
Springing forth day and night
Like a rainbow shimmering, I rise
I rise, delighting in life's gift of a new day
Even in winter, I am a flower
I am a flower, even in winter.

....Written at age 50.

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Light and Love Illuminates

Haiku #13,005-13,010.......................................Light and Love Illuminates

One resolution
Smart measure, full screen intake
Trinity means love.

From morn till night, light
Soft potent gems beckon us
Main ingredient, love.

Nutrition is gem
Light, airy rejuvenates
Strong ever ready.

Old friend is light weight
As jogger I'll glide through air
Steel stole feather's joy.

I feel glow of light
Frame pictures of healing light
Silent New Year's gift.

A heavy laden gut
The weight of a heavy heart
All time thief of our joy.

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Instant Telegram

earth's splendor wakens
aurora borealis 
empty vessels filled.



entry for Nathan D.... Instant Telegram haiku contest.

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Miniature Creatures and Nature

HAIKU #1-14 (Taken from my files totaling 12,016 haiku, started in 2/9/06)



Ants red as wine                                      A black spider seem to own
dine on yellow nectar                                squatter's rights right on
from a juicy mango.                                   our front porch.

Day of rain and                                         A quiet gentle breeze brought
zero visibility, then                                     thoughts of Belize and
pastel evening sky.                                    New York's Hudson.

Morning draped in silk                                 Drenched from his walk
of white as we await snow                          a lone man sat basking on
and sleet and cold rain.                              bench in sudden sunshine.

In dreariness of winter                               Driving home by night
my philodendron buds stands                      I fled the signal of a white
erect and frozen.                                      hand hitchhiking.

Earth held in traction                                 In temp of one hundred
by glistening silver moon                             a black bird basked
full like a balloon.                                       in my shadow.

Blond rabbit pregnant                                 In dark of night 
with spunk often visit and                           With full moon bright
side with the husband                                military copters all in a row.

A spider sleeps all day                                 In early morn my pen
then wake up and work                                poised like stillness of
at post twilight time.                                   trees awaiting breeze.

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The Spot

On Manhattan's West Side...
You descend ancient stairs
You've crossed the Drive
River Side Drive
Expect to float on air of beauty.

Cherry blossoms pink won't wink
They'll courtesy as you walk, jog, bike
Their fragrance light and airy
Suffuse each path paved smooth
Sloped path leads to arched cemented canopy
As ancient as view
The Hudson embraces you
A garden path with bright flowers 
Will warm your heart
The young, the old, those in between
They live for such scenes
Sky, trees, mound overlooking New Jersey
The Hudson River is where I met my honey.

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Four Empty Walls

Pondering cromulent forms of love
I look around; down, then up combined, as
Scintillia of hope soothes my spine
Supine on mighty force of faith, for
My mine is snug in cool dark chocolate, and
Ethereal lights; sweet solitude and bliss, I have kissed -
Warm canopy of night reminds me of this, as
I celebrate blues... blue sky, blue sea, blues melody.

You may weld primordial walls, but I'll sing, cause
My history is rich beyond slave ships
Rich beyond white houses, white picket fence;
Oh, I'm rich beyond this skin I'm in
Go ahead! weld primordial words; I'd rather sing
I'll warm your walls with nightingale's wit, so
Won't you put asunder aged fears?
Freedom flows from heaven's ineffable joy within,
Won't you share in its dynamism?

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Entry for C.T. "Four Walls' contest

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Unification

In schoolhouses, barns, churches, all good grounds
The blind, the weary, and those with sad stories
Men, women, children needing His glory
We will sing, as though His presence is around.
We'll move from valley; then climb high to hills
And mounds, mountainous paths, and sun kissed grounds
One by one we will pause to hear His voice; so still
It guards, guiding those most faithful and strong.
He removes us from strife as all look up
His warmth is ours, as soft as quiet beams
In the morning, and at eventide, when we sup...
Turn around from torrid grounds, to healing streams.

From age to age we soared doing what's right
People all over the world are as kites
They glide on forgiving air of divine might.

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Light and Life

Gone are days of haze
When a safe space beckoned like grave
Where finality of pain leaves no trace

Light of life I felt
Bathing me with radiant warmth
That melted my ghostly fears

And then I thought, wow!
The Source is in touch right now
Or I, with It, when I bowed
To life as gift, and made one vow

Light and life is in the Word.

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