ACORNS
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acorns,
tiny dancers in brown shoes,
pirouette on currents of September’s cool air,
twirling with the falling leaves,
a ballet of earth tones,
a silent, rustling symphony.
The screen grows dim, the light withdraws,
A golden face fades into dusk.
The years were tender, yet they passed
Like leaves that burn to russet husk.
He walked in sun with steady grace,
The wide sky mirrored in his eyes;
His voice was quiet, yet it held
The hush of rivers, deep and wise.
The world remembers, soft with ache,
A star who seemed of earth and air,
Who loved the mountain’s wind and snow,
And found his refuge always there.
Though time has closed the final gate,
His spirit lingers, warm and free—
A flame that cannot quite be gone,
But lives in hearts and memory.
RIDING ON THE MOONRISE
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In monochromatic musings the moon rises--a deep silver ballerina, turning pirouettes with perfect form. In eternal stoic grace, she takes her place in the heavens, content to ever-reflect the light of the sun. Her moonbeams appear as runways in the starry night.
dreams ride on moonbeams
hung from that silver being
as dreams always do
ROOTS AND BRANCHES
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tree roots hold steadfast
though branches bend in the wind
faith and loyalty
Consent covered by deceit,
Would be nice if I could retreat.
Instead of being beat,
By an unseen enemy.
Our world run like a company,
So many tired and dying.
They're trying to kill us,
Training us to cuss.
Hustling through the bustle,
The food poisoning our muscles.
As we hustle through the bustle,
Ads rustle threw our mind,
Leaving only dirt to find.
While hiding behind the light,
They're playing with our sight.
Most are too weak to fight,
This just isn't right.
When will the night end,
And time bend,
So my heart can mend.
You're my only friend,
Who can heal this land.
I demand Justice,
Because I can,
Come help my fellow man.
THE CROWN JEWELS
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Queen Xena, a squirrel, was a female hoarder beyond measure,
for her crown jewels she surely did treasure.
she hid them in the kingdom’s storage locker
along with the fact that she was a punk rocker
The keys and her reputation were safe, safeguarded by her personal dresser.
Then it came to pass, surely you’ll gasp!
Xena’s jewels were lost, away from her claw-like grasp.
“Oh what’s become of my jewels, I’m coming undone.
I’ll find the perpetrator and shoot him with my pea gun.”
“Who’s the perp?” You just had to ask.
Eyewitnesses said, “The thief wore a black mask, was ‘big clawed.
We seen him scampering about the forest and the royal quad.”
At police headquarters, they wrote their statements
Xena filed an insurance claim, believing in suspect’s escapement.
Later texted her friend, the masked racoon. “No one suspects us of insurance fraud.”
DESERTSCAPE
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along the border, Franklin Mountains loom
near sunbaked Chihuahuan Desert
majestic, serene
cacti arms raised
in silent supplication
to sky-bleached bone white.
wind whispers through ocotillo spines,
speaks of resilience,
of life clinging to the edge of forever.
a hawk circles against vast canvas,
observing the stillness,
drawn to the deceptive quiet
serenity blooms, a fragile flower
nourished by solitude,
a reflection of the soul's own thirst.
everywhere is garbage,
city, village, heart or mind,
sweet dreams of bright moon
salt
on potatoes
livening them up
salt on the road
melting black ice
salt in a block
feeding deer
are you worth your salt?
like potatoes and black ice?
do you enjoy your salt
like the deer?
GOLDEN SUN DESCENDING
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golden sun descends
warmth lingers in autumn air
gratitude lingers
Before the fire of time was lit, there was no “before”—
No clock, no tick, no arrow.
Space had not stretched its first trembling thread,
And matter was still a secret.
A silence so complete it was not silence.
A void so pure it was not absence.
Something flickered in the nothing,
A law, a whisper, a possibility.
Gravity curled upon itself,
Quantum foam stirred like breath in sleep.
Energy dreamed it might take form,
And the dream became a spark.
From that spark came time.
From time came stars,
From stars came us, asking why.
What was before the beginning?
The question itself dissolves into light.
It's commensurate with the secret that you keep!
Faith — a sudden Remedy —
Applied — without a Scar —
The Patient wonders — if it heals —
Or magnifies — the War —
The Candle — shows a narrow Room —
But darkens — all the Sky —
The Needle — points a certain North —
Yet trembles — if you try —
Belief — a timid Architect —
Constructs — without a Plan —
And when the Roof — collapses —
No Tenant — but the Man —
Faith is a fine Invention —
To satisfy the Blind —
But those — who seek a larger Proof —
Must frame a sterner Mind —
SOUP TROUPE (CM)
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peer group, Soup group
write verse, scribe troop
As sun rises
I hear your voice
Playfully waking me up
To start our day together
Filled with adventures.
We go down the road
Teasing the shopkeeper,
Running back, dogs chasing
Breathless laughter in the air.
We had many people
Around us, but
Having each other's presence
Was more than anything
This world could offer
We sowed seeds
Of our friendship
With love and hope
To grow our own garden
But I lost the trace.
It's been 10 years,
Still drowning in our time
And I've been wondering
What type of garden
Would it be now
Would it have grown like
A garden of
Long-lasting roots
Or a garden of
Forgotten threads?
If you'd ask
If I still remember you,
I'd say
I still hold you
As you never left me.
Somethings never change
Me, losing loved ones
You, losing our memories.
I hope that you still remember
Atleast one seed.
If it ever crosses your mind,
You might wonder, like
It's a Special memory of life
But I miss it, like
It's a Special life of memory.
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