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Sweet Sampaguita
Tiny, white sweet scented flower
oval petals of love’s own stole
Your fragrance a demure shower
of the purity of one’s soul
Quite unassuming dark green leaves
covers your maze of brown-green limbs
Your sturdy sprouting base that weaves
a magic spell that never dims
So pure and sweet sampaguita
rise now that the dark night has come
Perfume the air incognita
and chase away all grief and glum
Yldara 200807206
A Passionflower’s Desire

July kiss of fire
intoxicates like fine wine
potion number nine
yldara 160707418
Grass Woes
sun caressed grass grows
blades greened by rain in silence
roots stretch for room in absence
chained to tidy rows
brave the heat mutely
scorched brown in still defiance
relieved by an appliance
sprinkling astutely
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Whenever the wind blows
I hear a certain melody
in the gentle rustling of leaves
In the twittering of robins
are just delightful songs of life
Wildflowers swaying and dancing
bowing in such graceful curtsy
while blades of grass all bending low
wave after wave salute the wind
Trees their boughs and limbs uplifted
in due time join the chorus line
Beautiful music surrounds me
in truth whenever the wind blows
m.stanphill/yldara 0405071055
Storm
All the wreckage, horror and pain
twisted, dark abyss of anger
Fear’s orbit, a vicious trigger
cradle of ruins, death’s domain
Unpredictable, expected
challenge of nature and of God
Molding, mind-bending, Aaron’s rod
Echoes and cries, unexpected
A new hope and a beginning
dressed in sadness, cloaked in anguish
Trapped, in dark clouds of doubt, languish
with wings of freedom wait, spinning
Until it touches ground and soul
to make its mark be plainly known
Storm will come, its deafening drone
recall one God, all must extol
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Gather up the stars
ever changing in the dark of night
and dress the skies in ancient art
to shine on down and touch the seas
with its shimmering wondrous light
then, skim the surface like pebbles
and blanket the heavens in cold fire
to stir a brew of nonsensical desires
woven by frail shadows cast from afar
yldara 041206125
prized blooms of wild

to autumn, offer all possible shades of red
from orange-red tones through to cerise,
purply reds and deep scarlets, the dahlias
blooming madly, to last until winter’s frost
yldara/m.stanphill 081106206p
Author’s Comments:
My first attempt at a quatrain. A quatrain is a form of poetry. The word quatrain is said to be derived from french (old french “quatre”) and latin (“quattuor” or “quatuor”) words that mean four. In its narrow meaning, the term is restricted to a complete poem consisting of only four lines. In its broader sense, it includes any one of many four-verse stanza form of poetry.
As dawn breaks…
A shimmer turns into a glitter
bursts into a red orange light
Pink mimosas unfurl as if on cue
with their own style and grace
Squirrels with their own young
uncurl from sleep in a wink
A rustle and a stir somewhere
and then a new day begins…
yldara 19992000



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