Poetry and Other Writings

Subtitle

Sunshine in the Woods

Sunshine in the Woods

 

I’m that oak leaf

Floating downstream

Soft ripples of a creek

Heading somewhere

Not a care in the world

Just going and floating

I am the sunshine in

The wooded area about

Me as I keep moving

Lolly-gagging along

Clear waters atop the

Blues and grays of pebbly

Shadows underneath

 

©Copyright 12/03/2011

MahTame

Hello Mr. Moon

Hello Mr. Moon

 

I saw the moon

Smiling down at me

In between the

Thunder clouds above

The lake below

Was gray and swaying

With the whitened

Tops of the waves

‘G’d Morning’ he said

‘Hello Mr. Moon’ I said

And he stayed there

As I drove off to work

 

©Copyright 12 October 2011

MahTame

Grandpa's Iris

Grandpa’s Iris

 

Spring is here

When Grandpa

Arrives in his

Finest glory

Even though the

Temperature is

Still a bit chilly

Hues of blue

Set upon green

Stalks of its body

Stand tall against

The Oklahoma wind

Mourning dove coos

Above the rafter high

Sunshine peeking

Through the silky,

Clouded gray sky

 

©copyright 20 April 2011

MahTame

What is Beyond the Moon?

What is Beyond the Moon?

 

What beauty lies…

Beyond the full moon?

Will the tide keep one safe

From a harming gloom?

 

What surreal sounds

Will plink upon natures’

Evening sky as one glides

Across its silken avenues?

 

What ancestor will meet

With opened arms for me?

Would it be safer there

Than here with all that is ugly?

 

What strings of mourning

Will greet with sweet rapture?

Shall one become lesser than

What has been given in nature?

 

What are the trusting ways

That soars upon dusky skies?

Will there be greetings of love

Or are there vultures in disguise?

 

What shall one feel beyond

The warmth of a yellowy orb?

Please tell us cry out the innocents

For its protection we seek to absorb

 

©Copyright 11 April 2011; MahTame

Song inspiration: ‘Vibrant Dusk’ by Deuter

Butterflies are Free

Butterflies are Free

 

She moves into the night

Posing underneath the stars

Pausing for only a moment

To flee from hidden scars

 

When the morning dew

Arrives with a fresh glow

And the sun beams down

Hurts take flight and go

 

Dragon fly and ladybug

Drink of the same fleur

As the honey bee buzzes

She clings to its shelter

 

Hummingbird flits on by

Sparrow sings its tune

Red robin gathers twig

As her life once a strewn

 

She flaps her delicate wings

Through the willow tree

Hoping one more time

As butterflies are set free

 

©Copyright 20 March 2011

MahTame

Thunderstorm of the 'Morn

Thunderstorm of the ‘Morn

 

Early morn’ thunder storm

Rumbling across the gray sky

Dropping raindrops to wash

Away the sorrows of the heart

 

Darkening cloud cover above

Pitter-pattering of showers

Take a strong hold of mine soul

Release the watery deep within

 

Rivers of solitude form below

Streaming in the curves of life

Cleansing of hurts and tears

Drowning the emotional pain

 

©Copyright 16 May 2010; MahTame

Dandy-Lion in the spring

 

Dandy-Lion in the spring

 

A dandy

Feller all

dressed

in royal

greens

of

emerald

with

a

crown

of

yellow

tourmaline

has come

a

prancing

in a

springlike

fanfare

of

tulips of red

and

creeping phlox

of

amethyst fleur

 

pollen

of

sneezles

and sniffles

gather

to watch

this

parade

of royal

delight

on

the turf

of

Bermuda

Surrounding

in

the sea

of

old man’s

winter

withering

away

from

the

drab


 

pale blue

and

white

flit

and

float

to

and

fro

dining

upon

sweetness

of

nectar

barely

noticing

this

early

arrival

of the

popular

germinating

spree

of

weeds

 

 

©Copyright

09 April 2010

MahTame

 

Snow and Ice on the Plateau

Snow and Ice on the Plateau

 

Ice and snow have made their way

On mountain tops and hills below

Creatures lurk cautiously through

As the wintry wind continues to blow

 

Blue gray skies cover up sun’s warmth

Chilliness conquers the atmosphere

Puppies shiver in their masters’ arms

After taking care of their business near

 

Snowflakes flown about and land

On frozen grounds, rooftops, ‘n me

Sheds and lean-tos provide some cover

While waiting for dachshunds to flee

 

No squirrels playing in the trees

Or chattering birds flying to and fro

Just crackles and crunches all around

As you walk through this hardened plateau

 

©Copyright 29 January 2010; MahTame

Mr. Sun

Mr. Sun

 

Sunshine

peeked

through the clouds

touched

me

with its laughter

embraced

fully

with its warmth

brightly

smiled

‘n said ‘be happy’

 

©Copyright

19 January 2010

MahTame

 

Flo In the Snow

Flo In the Snow

 

Once upon a time

There was a Flo

Who dined on green slime

In the freezing snow

 

When the sun came out, though

She cashed a silver dime

That gave off a shiny glow

Right before her melted time

 

©Copyright 12 January 2010

Melanie Campos, Zachary Coley, Jose Rubio,

Adriana Mancinas, Maria Ceballos,

Antonio Ramirez, Cesar Grani

2 Haikus

Cold Weather

 

A chill in the air

Shivering through freezing wind

Knitted scarves blowing

 

©Copyright 11 December 2009

MahTame

 

 

Snowflakes

 

White falling snowdrops

Sprinkling from high above tree

Cascading sparkles

 

©Copyright 11 December 2009

MahTame

A Welcoming of Wintry Weather

A Welcoming of Wintry Weather

 

Sparklies falling down from sky

Dancing to the tune of Bruno Coulais

Gleaming moonbeams on them

As they softly fall to where they lay

 

Snow fairies prance to and fro

Pirouetting on top of white drifts

As they cheerfully greet in the chill

While sending off fireflies on the swifts

 

Welcome in the wintry weather

Ring on the bells of icicle charm

A kaleidoscope of brilliant colors

Intersperse the night without harm

 

©Copyright 07 December 2009

MahTame

Leaves that Fall

Leaves that Fall

 

Green

Yellow

Orange

Coral

Red

Brown

Speckled

Falling

Topsy

Turvy

Swishin’

Swayin’

Into

A

Windy

Breeze

Unto

The

Big

Pile

Of

Brown

Crunchy, Crinkly, dried leaves

 

 

©Copyright

19 November 2009

MahTame

 

Fall is Here!

Fall Is Here!

 

Fall is here!

My favorite time of year

The leaves change colors

To orange, yellow, and red

When they turn brown; they all fall dead

 

It gets windy and cold

And the bare trees look old

Mr. Squirrel gathers up nuts

While the other animals hibernate

All during the season, I relate.

 

 

©Copyright 22 September 2009

MahTame and her P.M. Students

 

Mary found a butterfly today

Mary found a butterfly today
 
she said she feared because the bush had thorns
 
But it landed in the flower
 
lightly and without thought of wings torn
 
it drank of the flower so lush
 
as though Mary was not a bother in any way
 
It danced away filled of the bush
 
as it smiled for Mary to return another day
 
 
by Garland Young ~~August 30, 2009
 
 
 
*All Rights Reserved*
 

A Welcoming Summer Rain

 

A Welcoming Summer Rain

 

Oh welcome the thunder and rain

Bring in refreshing water to earth

Quench its parched thirst again

Making its flora alive like a rebirth!

 

The air has been freshened with it

Rose of Sharon opens her blossom

Hear the laughter of the fairies emit

As they dance within earth’s bosom

 

We, the human being, with our dog

Relaxing near an opened window

Cool breezes caressing; I’ll not hog

How lovely this is, a feeling I bestow

 

Sprinkles, here, there, ‘n everywhere

Making melody on the hardened dirt

Gardens holler out in a loud declare

‘Thank you, for this watery squirt!’

 

Linger a bit longer this wonderfulness

We’re all grateful to have you here

The whole of us are in agreeableness

As this makes your visit quite dear!

 

©Copyright 08 July 2009, MahTame

 

 

On the shore of Galveston

On the shore of Galveston

 

Rainbow bubbles poppin’ on the beach

As they were riding on top of the tide

Sunshiny sparkles rivet through each

Bubbled-headed mass that lay outside

 

Gulls come flying over my head laughing

Looking for food on seaweed or a crab

‘She’s got the shell of timbuktu’s king’

As they spoke with granduer;  not drab

 

Waves traveled from afar to Galveston

Adventures of pirates and booty lay

Wee folk romp and play with much fun

At the beach where we spent the day

 

A sea crab was a tossin’ and a turnin’

As each salty wave came in and out

Guess he lost out to the salty churnin’

Cause I ne’er saw him again with clout

 

Pelicans flying over the brimy ocean

Windy breezes blowing through my hair

Fishes swimmin’ and jumpin’ in the sun

As I’m breathin’ in the refreshening air

 

©Copyright 14 June 2009, MahTame

 

Raindrops and Rumbles

Raindrops and Rumbles

 

distant rumbles in the sky

to the north, west, or south

bringing in a crackled arrival

with a bang and opened mouth

 

listening to its grumbling sound

while my fierce dachshund hides

only to leave the bed with a fury

barking at the mailman, he decides

 

an odd sort of rainstorm now

sending roves of raindrops thickly

while the sun peeks through clouds

to be covered over by them quickly

 

little dog hidden under covers

pretending to be sleeping sound

as I listen to the thunder roll on by

just a relaxin’ with my silly hound

 

nothing like a morning rainstorm

to come through loud and clear

then leaving behind leftover rain

randomly falling on everything here

 

©Copyright 09 May 2009, MahTame

Oh Red, ya done did it Now!

Oh Red, ya done did it Now!

 

‘Oh Red, how stoic you stand!

‘N is that lil Miss Scarlet hiding

among her green curtain cloak

as the dry leaves stay clumping?’

 

‘I do declare Mista Butlah, is

that the dear lady, Rose of Sharon

standing dormant in your midst

or you just abiding the time yon?’

 

‘please tell Miss Scarlet that a

Missy still don’t know nothin’

bout birthing babies, ‘n I see ya

two done had a crop of youngins!’

 

‘Ah Mista Butlah, Red, you is

a mighty fine standing there with

them two ladies you love so well

ya definitely aint no silly ole myth!’

 

‘This aint no a Tara, but tis home

of the charming lady of Melanie

ya done planted ya self in her yard

but shh, it’s our lil secret, ya see!’

 

©Copyright 03/21/2009, MahTame

Awakening to Spring

Awakening to Spring

 

Opened the back door

To hear the wind blow

A light misting of rain

Decorate the soil below

 

Fresh aroma lingers in

Birds chattering away

A lone crow caws yon

In the morn’ part of day

 

Spring is here for a visit

Flowering quince blooms

Tulips sprung and open

Colors weave like looms

 

Coolish air blowing thru

Budding branches of elm

Swaying with the flow

Back and forth in its realm

 

A calming settling within

Welcoming in the season

New flora rebirthing again

Gives living a good reason

 

©Copyright 03/21/2009

MahTame

The Old Oak Tree

The Old Oak Tree
~
In my front yard looking out my window
An old Oak Tree still is with leaves
Many Cold seasons he seen them all
For many years he still stands tall
~
The Autumn Winds are Fierce and Harsh
Although they are his leaves still last
The heavy winds blow swaying them
But none fall off they will not give
~
It's like so many who give up
Stay strong and show your Hearts
Sway with problems that you have
But don't let go stay strong don't fall
~
This is a lesson for us to learn
The Old Oak Tree tells us this
Even when life looks so Glim
Hold on tight and think of him
~
Copyright ©Nov.2008 Butterfly Dancer

End of November

End of November

 

Blustery day in the end of November

Chilled air twirling through branches

Leaves have fallen to mix with nature

Tints of reddish browns and oranges

 

Restless wind agitating naked trees

Lonely whooshing sound off goodbye

As autumn ends with nipping breezes

While winter sits on the horizon nigh

 

Gray skies covered with wispy clouds

Palest of blue taking glimpses below

Peering through timber of the crowds

Of swaying trees as the coldness blow

 

 

©Copyright 30 November 2008

~MahTame

 

A Song Sung of Thy Blustered Wind

A Song Sung of Thy Blustered Wind

 O November day, full of winded desire

Blustery, thy wind blew full force upon

Thy trees as leaves danced in all direction

 

Such a gale, thwarting any passerby near

Back and forth created havoc among all

Grappled any form of stability to forestall

 

Intense whooshing of thy branches sung

A song of thy blustered wind very loud

Intertwine as applauded leaves enshroud

 

©Copyright 14 November 2008

MahTame

Colors of Citrine

 

Colors of Citrine

 

citrine in the garden

leafy branches aglow

crepe myrtle is golden

singing autumn’s flow

 

tints of topaz ‘n amber

peering through the trees

leaves a-changing color

before the chilly freeze

 

golden yellows mixed

intertwined with reds

sedum tops transfixed

as the ivy still spreads

 

©Copyright MahTame

10 November 2008

morning glories in the sand

morning

     glories

         in the sand

 

dawn’s arrival

     ocean’s distance

salty atmosphere

     sand crabs dance

 

morning glories

     warming erupts

green leafy vine

     whitened cups

 

sunny greetings

     awakens flora

waving melodies

     beachy plethora

 

©Copyright MahTame

02 September 2008

       

Pale Yellow

Pale Yellow

 

Sitting atop petunia’s petal

Was Pale Yellow a fluttering

Poised gently with delicate

Stature while freely drinking

 

Sweet nectar delights Pale

Floating off to another fleur

Satiating its thirsty delight

Releasing aromatic myrrh

 

Daintily she seeks other tastes

From pinks, coral, orange, and

Whites of portucala grandiflora

Then sets off into another land

 

©Copyright 24 July 2008

MahTame

 

Ripples and Reflections!

Ripples and Reflections!

 

The water holds my eyes with its gentle breathing,

fascinated by the way Mother Earth's heart beat is here

without denying.

 

A small pool created so long ago as the water

itself moved the mountain, one small stone at a time

around the edges gathered.

 

Upstream a short way it holds such raging power,

it tumbles down the hill in frothing youth so alive as it

dances to the ground in

such a hurry.

 

Misty spray rainbowed by the sun and moon,

a roaring sound echo'd around the opened hollow,

bare bones of Mother Earth

washed clean and gleaming.

 

 

Emerald greens seem to glow with health,

every changing in depth and shadow, ever calling

to those who hear,

holding captive in awe

all who travel near.

 

Strange how just feet away can be total

silence,

muffled by the leaves, absorbed into the trees,

the shouting of that

avalanche of water.

 

Here, at five winters gather four generations,

mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and me

her last trip says the Elder,

above heated, pleading, protests.

 

It is so, says this tiny frail woman, who

holds secrets ages old,

this is the way of life and I, would not change it

if I could, her smile rivals

the very sun.

 

Look little one she calls, touching my arm

she guides me, into the water here, see and hear

what the water tells

and remember.

 

 

Someone not much bigger than myself,

so full of life and mischief,

hair that trailed the gorund, and bones seen

through the skin,

I loved her so.

 

Together we explored the quiet face of

the waters,

reflections of ourselves looking into the depths

to see the pattern of the stones,

suddenly

she dropped a pebble in.

 

There, the ripples, do you see, the water seemed

to dance away,

wave after wave, that is the circle of life said she,

and every human that lives

adds their part.

 

We are gifted life, one moment still, the next

in hurried movement,

not ours to control, but ours to learn acceptance

to learn to move

with it.

 

One day you will understand, we perhaps would

sit still allowing the flow to move silently around us,

but

another's stone dropped

will cause the ripples to

drown us.

 

 

Always be alert, prepared to move quick,

into the stream or against it, but take the time

as well to simply

sit

and become a part of the reflection.

 

Today, another child is here, sadly there is no

great grandmother to guide,

grandmother am I, and to me this duty falls, and

my heart is heavy.

 

Her sweet face watches me, trusting eyes turned

to see the water,

here I say,

come little one with me, and I, will teach you about

the ripples and reflections.

 

 

Granny

08 July 2008

All Rights Reserved

 

 

The Flower Garden

 

The Flower Garden

 

Sweetly lingers the lilac

It has married with the wild rose

A perfume made in heaven

Pleasing the winter starved nose

 

Smiling petunias fill the air

With a perfume all their own

Daffodils trumpet a royal fanfare

Guarded by rows of marigolds

 

The rose queen is before her court

Wearing a crown of morning dew

She listens to the geraniums report

Speaking of a rose prince of royal blue

 

The flower garden is in full bloom

Advertising bright color to the bees

Bees know fall will be here all too soon

Now they pollinate the flowers and trees

 

©6/15/08Terry Sutherland

Songbird

 

Songbird

 

songbird singing

in the

trees

 

way up high

in the

sky

 

melodious song

liltingly

by

my

lazingly

comfort throng

 

try

very hard

not to even sigh

 

please

keep the

melodies swinging

 

©Copyright 26 April 2008

MahTame

spring

spring

 

buds blooming

dancing flowers

scented air

lawns greening

 

bird chattering

rebuilding nests

babies born

tuneful singing

 

insect buzzing

pollinating florets

sneezes burst

allergies forming

 

trees forming

oscillating winds

branches sway

breezes swooning

 

air warming

snowing deceases

frosted cover

melted landing

 

kids playing

springing prances

adults watch

joyful sounding

 

©Copyright

19 April 1008

MahTame

 

Restless Wind

Restless wind

 

O wind, restless in the sky

Blowing and howling through

Agitated minds of thought

As clouded gray colors fly

 

O wind, whistling in window

Speaking of uneasy moments

Tales of troubled souls rivet

As branches swaying in tow

 

O wind, sounding off worries

Hollering and wailing aloud

Telling of tales long since gone

No more sorrow blown, please!

 

©Copyright 16 April 2008

MahTame

Where I Long to Belong

Where I Long to Belong

 

I want to go to the pasture

And lay down in the grassy

Big blue stemmed prairie

And close my eyes and see

 

View of the surrounding area

In my mind’s eye; ‘Ah me’

Listening to the crow caw

Welcoming a child with glee

 

Feeling sun’s warmth blanket

Glistening in the Indian grass

On top of where I lay across

The open land spreading past

 

Opening mine eyes slowly

Watching wispy clouds above

Traveling to their destination

As I’m grounded in earth’s love

 

Boundless quiet; calm breezes

Speaking consoling with song

Proving its power over distress

This is where I long to belong

 

©Copyright 03/05/2008

MahTame

 

 

 

still winter

still winter

 

winter has not left yet

it lingers in the air above

sending shivers through

bundled wraps of love

 

Snowstorm or ice storm

blizzard, blustery wind

wish those chilly bumps

would go away ‘n abscind

 

don’t mind watching from

in my warm, cozy home

all the snowflakes falling

and sticking to the loam

 

just hope to not have to

drive in this wintry mix

in the icy or snowy road

it’s what the radar predicts

 

©Copyright 02/15/2008

MahTame

 

Tumbleweed

Tumbleweed
 
Born in the rage of the bitter North Wind
Steered by the west wind’s gusts and gasps
Wandering a prairie with no place to begin
Taking refuge together; while stillness lasts
 
Wandering again through a long winter storm
Tumbling always across the windswept plains
March winds welcome reluctant spring with scorn
The tumbleweed seeks shelter from the rain
 
Summer growth has captured the weed
Consumed and drawn to mix with the earth
Burying with it replenishing seeds
In a warm fertile bed for rebirth
 
©1/8/08Terry Sutherland

The Sun's Sea

 

The Sun’s Sea

 

Overlooking across the bountiful sea

Sun smiled down and shone brightly

Rippling on tops of waves’ movements

 

Sparkling sun drops flicker to and fro

Dolphins dance across salty, wavy tops

Sun shining down on me, let me be free

 

Happily and merrily how all can be

Floating across gentle waves of living

Embrace me with your warming ways

 

 

© 12/06/2007 MahTame

 

Inspired from: Haffsol – by Sigur Ros

 

november's day

november’s day

 

northerly wind sending shivers through

blustery cold spells have come a visiting

autumn leaves have gone flying away

yellows glow in and out of nature’s wing

 

grayish, cloudy skies travel slowly above

threatening frosts and snow to decorate

flora have clothed themselves for winter

amber fires glowing as the heat we await

 

animals preparing for winter’s presence

summer fowl make plans to travel south

trees dance in the windy gales all around

ancestors’ stories are told again by mouth

 

warmthness settles inside native homes

children, fathers, mothers, grandparents

gather together for fellowship and love

laughter spills over thru late night hours

 

 

Copyright © 11/23/2007

MahTame

 

 

Dance of Autumn

Dance of Autumn

 

I saw wee dancers in the wind

Twirling and swirling around

Holding hands, curtsies bend

Frolicking and swaying round

 

Red, yellow, browns and green

Colorful movements turning

Keeping in step, air in between

Autumn leaves freely dancing

 

Copyright © 10/13/2007

MahTame

Autumn

Autumn

 

In the autumn season

Full of colorful scenes

More night, less sun

Leaves changing things

 

Blankets and blankets

Across the mountain tops

Orange, yellow, and reds

Golden hues falling, plops

 

Pitter-patter, falling leaves

Crunching, scrunch, crinkle

Swirling in the windy gales

Decorating with a sprinkle

 

Birds journeying to the south

Animals storing up food

Many nuts filling a mouth

Playful scurrying is viewed

 

Crispy, fresh autumn air

Light jackets and sweaters

Walking amongst beauty there

Preparing for the cold winters

 

Copyright © 09/28/2007

MahTame

 

 

Geraldton Wax, Bottle Brush, and Weeds

Dedicated to my Australian Friends

 

Geraldton Wax, Bottle Brush, and Weeds

 

Dog on a mission, traipsing across land

Colors of red, yellow, green and purple

Most people think weeds are to be banned

But these are such a delight and ample

 

A loving, dark brown horse named “Prinnie”

Lived nearby, eating fences and saying ‘Hi’

To friends and neighbors, near and far of me

Such a beautiful lass that greets all passersby

 

Geraldton Wax would have said hello too

But his medium shrub self was flowering

To be pruned, picked, and placed in view

For all to enjoy his beautiful flora singing

 

Not like the Bottle Brush, waving along

In the country breezes by the road up there

With its red brush-like flowers swaying

To and fro, back and forth, in Rogue’s air!

 

But, one must be careful of the busy bee

A devilish sort of thing, stealing nectar

From flowering plums off a Col’s tree

Always be wary of this stinging inspector

 

These parts of land, far across the sea

In a country nicknamed: ‘down under’

Seems to be the place I would like to be

Absorbing the flora, life, and scenery there

 

Copyright © 09/22/2007

MahTame

Autumn

 
Autumn
 
On a cool October morning
When leaves are orange and bright
A mist and fog is forming
Hiding all from open sight
 
Just the shuffle of fallen leaves
Can be heard this early morn
A cold western breeze
Carries the scent of autumn born
 
What wondrous colors are fall
Brighter in the crisp autumn air
To hear autumn’s call
And the colors October wears
 
Soon orange will turn to brown
And be covered in winter’s white
But now autumn is nature’s crown
Shining in morning’s early light
 
©9/4/07Terry Sutherland
Sans Peur
Terry
 

All Along a Weaving Lake's Shore Line

All Along a Weaving Lake’s Shore Line

 

Following footsteps in the sandy soil

All along a weaving lake’s shore line

Carefree breezes blowing carelessly

Throughout long hair tresses that’s mine

 

Water birds diving for a fish or two

Mallard ducks swimming lazily across

Chattering amongst themselves in view

In and out on top of the waves that toss

 

Beauteous scenery across this lovely land

Refreshing aromas filling the air around

Playful animals pulling my leash in hand

Trying ever so hard to run, leap, and bound

 

Sparkling sunshine rays atop gentle waves

Tree shadows dancing in their reflection

Lulling one’s weary soul to restful ways

As the day lingers with soothing affection

 

Copyright © 08/06/2007

MahTame

Molly, a Siamese Cat

 

Molly, a Siamese Cat

 

My grandmother had a white and black Siamese

Who would always holler for “Mollllllllyyyyyyyyy”

I didn’t realize this cat was of Asian Thailand-eese

Who would rather not be bothered and just let be

 

Molly had short, soft whitish fur, and black mask

With Chinese slanted beautiful bluish colored eyes

Killing small rodents was not much of a hard task

You could see her pink raspy tongue when she cries

 

I loved that cat of grandmother and she did too

She mewed, purred, and made baby-like sounds

Wish I could see and pet Molly’s creamy fur hue

And keep her forever in my memory’s bounds

 

Copyright © 07/30/2007

MahTame

(cat was not my grandmother's, it's just close to the one that she had) 

 

If Red Roses Were Gangsters and Outlaws

If Red Roses Were Gangsters and Outlaws

 

If red roses were gangsters and outlaws

And their sharp thorns were weapons

What a massive profusion to cause

The police to make quick accommodations

 

What masses of these would have to be

Roses pilfering jewels, opals and monies

By shoots of demanding vines with glee

Entering and leaving like lil’ scared bunnies

 

Some trumpet vines would come to aid

Calling all troops to help camouflage

The stealing duties these roses made

Thru the escape into the wisterias lodge

 

If red roses were bad gangsters and outlaws

What an outrage these climbers would be

Stealing away through brick and wood flaws

Sending the owners on an exterminating spree

 

Copyright © 07/29/2007

MahTame

 

Received 07/31/2007

Sea of Times Gone By

Sea of Times Gone By

 

Drifting along lazy waves at sea

Nary a trouble nor a worried mind

Floating to distances afar of yore

Such beauteous encounters of life

 

Seagulls flying above and over me

Chattering and singing happy tunes

Near the shorelines of yesteryear

Living carefree lives ‘n taking care

 

Waves hitting across sides of rock

Slapping as they approach them

Salty ebbed tides journey backward

Sending me farther out to times ago

 

Copyright © 07/28/2007

MahTame

 

Watching the Stars

Watching the Stars

 

In the twilight sky

When most are asleep

I lay awake and look up

Millions and millions of stars

Twinkling and shining brightly

Stars far away into the galaxy

Are of faint colors of blue ‘n yellow

Patterns of things outlined

Look how lovely they decorate

The dark, night sky, illuminating

Across the vast heavens

 

“If stars could speak what would they say?

If stars could hold our wishes, would they

Count into the millions too?

Would I really be rich if wishes for money

Came true when one of you falls from the sky?”

 

As I lay there, thinking to myself, with my eyes upward toward those stars..

 

Copyright © 07/20/2007

MahTame

Beautimus

Beautimus

 

what lies yonder

in the distant horizon

cosmic showers of

kaleidiscope prisms

seas of sparkling

waters glistening under

the sun's bright rays

 

what lies yonder

in the distant horizon

mountains of grandeur

majestic peaks arising

snow capped high above

lush green cedars and

poplar trees below

 

what lies yonder

in the distant horizon

colorful wildflowers

dotting the lush, rich

meadowed landscapes

busy with wildlife

young and old animals

 

what lies yonder

in the distant horizon

plateaus, buttes, 'n

canyons interrupt

the long, flat plains

prairie grasses dancing

from windy breezes

 

Copyright 07/13/2007

MahTame

Today’s Early Mornin’ Rain

Today’s Early Mornin’ Rain

 

Early mornin’ rain

Thunder resonates

The dawning sky

Birdies chirping

Perhaps telling

Each other to be

Safe in their homes

As I stay awake

From night to day

Listening to hushed

Chirping chatters

And relaxing to the

Pitter-patter of rain

Falling on the leaves

Outside my bedroom

Such calmness resides

Slight breezes blow

Lulling my weary

Soul to sleep as the

New day awakens

‘G’day to you and

G’night to me!’

 

 

Copyright © 07/10/2007

MahTame

Gladiolus

 

Gladiolus

 

 

Gladiolus, how slender your stems and leaves are

Such vibrant floral shoots on each tall planted flower

Reds, pinks, deep orange, and yellows, and rares

Who named you this lovely name? Gladiolus or

Gladioli? Whence forth came a meddling picker

To cut your florae and placed in vases of water

Been arranged in various positions among lilies

And deep green palms, ivies, and some baby breath

Occasionally a flor del sol is sitting nearby you

Competing for the sun’s rays and heat of the day

So strong and sturdy, until the windy breezes blow

Through and knock you down or cause you to bend

Then you are fragile and weak, dear gladiolus or –li

 

 

 

Copyright © 07/02/2007

MahTame

 

Driving Near Midnight

 

Driving Near Midnight

 

Driving down the highway

Window down, feeling wind

Not too many cars cause it’s

Close to the midnight hour

 

Semi-clouded darkened night

Moonshine peeking through

One or two stars twinkling

Amidst the heavenly things

 

Feeling warm inside my soul

Thinking of good times of yore

Listening to sounds in passing

Bullfrogs croaking in the city!

 

 

 

Copyright © 06/29/2007

MahTame

The Summer Breeze

The Summer Breeze


The smell of Summer in the Flowers Beauty of the leaves The fragrance
of
Love all around us
~
Feel it in your Heart it's there to see
The warmth of Loves touch someone gave to me The Fireflies the Crickets
with their sounds The storms the thunder lighting off the grown The
grass hoopers running all around
~
The June bugs peaking saying watch out for me The snakes under foot
wiggling and saying I dare you to touch me The Popsicles and
watermelons
with the heat of the day The Butterflies that come out to play
~
Bumble Bees along the Trees
Taking the nectar from Flowers near you and me
Take it all in grasp what you may
It's all in the summer Breeze of the day

Copyright ©2006 Butterfly Dancer

In Memory of Mohawk ZicaHota

Wind Outside my Window

Wind Outside my Window

 

Listening to the wind outside my window

 

Feeling the tension and worries of the day

 

Mellow away from this soul and calms in

 

Cracking the window, feeling its breezes

 

Rushing through the metal weaved screen

 

Air softly caressing across my sleepy body

 

Taking me back to memories of grandpa

 

And his farm on the hill of the Diamond R

 

Lying on a cot or old sofa feeling the wind

 

Through the old wooden window screens

 

Watching the pale, lacy sheers rise ‘n fall

 

Or sleeping on the grand patio on an old bed

 

Swing, swinging lightly back and forth

 

Branches sway as its leaves rustle and move

 

As the wind blows through them to and fro

 

What comfort on a weary soul to feel and

 

Hear the gentle winds blowing freely outside

 

 

 

Copyright © 06/21/2007 MahTame

 

Sun Followers

 
Sun Followers
 
Sunflowers follow the sun
and when their day is done
in the evening.. looking west
..they put the sun to rest
All the dark night long..
slowly  turning the other way 
.. ready to greet a new day
 
 
©June 21, 2007
Faye Sizemore
 
***
 

Sun Follower Song

 

Sunflowers dream through the night

Of the embracing warmth of light

When they welcome back the sun

Celebrating a new day begun

Radiating silent, unfeigned joy

As awakened golden petals deploy.

 

 

@June 22 2007

Thurman P. Woodfork

 

 

Stormy Night Tonight

 

Stormy Night Tonight

 

 

Storms passing through

 

Lots of lightening and

 

Loud, rumbles roaring

 

Across the dark sky

 

Pondering of the noise

 

Wondering if it is anger

 

Or just a passing phase

 

Fearless mongrel sleeps

 

Occasionally awakened

 

From boisterous claps

 

Of the thunderous night

 

Raindrops beating aloud

 

All across window panes

 

Or just running off roofs

 

Down the drainage pipe

 

Into the gardens and soil

 

Stormy skies cleansing

 

Polluted airways of life

 

Quenching thirsty land

 

Drenching downpours ‘n

 

Flooding cemented roads

 

Listening to the thunder

 

Rumbling above the earth

 

No more natural flash show

 

Time to quiet down and go

 

To slumber land peacefully

 

 

 

Copyright © 06/20/2007 MahTame

Sighting

 

Sighting


Speeding toward me


on the ground..
wings outstretched. .
a shadow..earthbound


Lifting my eyes to the skies
I see the hawk as he flies..
his feathers reflecting the sun`s glint
Magnificent. .just magnificent...

 

 

June 2007 Faye Sizemore

 

(Faye Sizemore is a poet/writer, and has alot of her work published in the IWVPA war/club website. I am pleased to know this beautiful person.~~ mahtame)

Goin' Fishing

 

Goin’ Fishing

 

Goin’ fishing, don’t know

If I’ll catch anything, but

Just want to go, anyways

Taking some fat, garden

Worms or use some store

Bought minnows for bait

Grasshoppers will do if

Nothing else, or run out

Maybe, or I just might

Catch a huge gray catfish

Or maybe a big fat bass

Ahh, shucks, only croppy!

 

 

Getting all tangled in line

Been poked from the hook

Catching and losing many

Only watching snakes or

Turtles stealing my catch

Ahh well, just keep fishing

Sweat in the evening sun

Spray on lots of skin-so-soft

To keep the mosquitoes away

Watching the evening dusk

Catching many a biting fish

Goin’ home empty-handed

 

 

 

Copyright © 06/16/2007 MahTame

Roly-Poly

Roly-Poly

 

 

Watchin’ a roly-poly

 

Scurrying around my porch

 

Do your legs tire out?

 

Can you rest one while the others keep moving?

 

What destinations

 

Do you seek?

 

Is it the cool,

 

Concrete floor in the shade?

 

Are the leaves of ivy

 

Protecting you from the sun?

 

Where did you go little guy?

 

 

 

Copyright © 06/07/2007 Melanie C. Campos

 

 

 

 

Pine Tree

Pine Tree

 

Some nine years ago

When you were only

About six inches tall

Watching my son’s

Glowing happiness

As your roots were being

Planted in the ground

 

Originally there were two of you

Only you survived

 

Now, standing tall, Mr. Pine

We tended to your needs

Watering, trimming,

Pruning, feeding

Through each season

Now look at your needles

Healthy and strong

How graceful you sway

As the wind glides through

 

 

Copyright © 06/07/20007 Melanie C. Campos

Windy Day, Today

Windy Day, Today

 

The wind is quite blustery today

Blowing with all its might

Shaking limbs and tree branches

Making leaves twist and turn

Rushing breezes sounding strong

Like the incoming tides of the sea

No amount of pulling up long hair

Nor pinning it away, a hat is blown

And blinded by wisps of locks

‘Must cover my eyes, protect me,

For if I do not, surely dirt gets in’

But being still out of the wind

Watching the tree tops dancing

And listening to the sounds of wind

It is not angry nor sad, but wild ‘n free

 

Copyright © 06/06/2007 MahTame

 

Tree

Tree

 

Come take me away

My dear tree

For you provide protection

 

Let me fly in

Your branches

As the wind blows through

 

I shall not breathe

As I take comfort

Among your cover

 

You give me freedom

From the abusive

Traitor of my body

 

You hold me tightly

Among your strong

Arms called branches

 

I can become you

As a camouflage

In the day and night

 

I am safe and

Unseen from the

Cruel predator seeking me

 

Thank you loving tree

For out of it

I have been given life

 

©Copyright 04/10/2007 Melanie C. Campos

 

 

 author's note: this poem was written after a buried memory came to the fore. A dear VietNam veteran said that the Trees give life, for they are a fortress and a protection from many things.