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Lines.
Meter.
A sonnet
or, a short verse.
Quite a feat, a task
is to master the art.
A true calling. A vision.
The mind’s ore, and a soul’s treasure.
Colorful words that paint a picture
is poetry to one who dares write it.

yldara 150307518

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Author’s Comments:

An Attempt at an Etheree form of poetry. The Etheree, is said to be a form meant to focus on one idea or subject. It consists of ten lines of unrhymed and unmetered verse, the first verse having one syllable, each succeeding line adding a syllable, with the total syllable count being 55.

Said to be created by and named after Etheree Taylor Armstrong, an Arkansas poet.

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Time seems to pass unnoticed,
breaking every second into pieces.
Hidden treasures can’t be cherished
in deep slumber of memories.

Gone are the days of happiness,
moments of laughter and the rest
Even tears of pearls, I guess,
could do nothing but resist.

The world is full of vain memories
Come! Ponder! And think of this.
Cheer up! And never be helpless,
Smile and pray in times of crises.

yldara 031984

 

I saw a squirrel
high up a tree
its beady brown eyes
staring back at me

Nose a-twitching
this way and that
Sniffing at something
who knows, at what?

A nut sat cradled
held in its clutches
Soon to disappear
in just a few munches

I guess it is silly
watching nuts get notched
when I have to fix,
this dinner I botched

Why do I wonder,
and why do I ask?
Must I really ponder
such a disagreeable task?

Sometimes I think
as a squirrel I would be
better munching a nut
than being just me

Then again I wonder,
would I be better off
If a squirrel I became
my humanity to doff?

It would then be easy
for some man in hunger
to shoot and cook me
I would think in anger

So I best be content
to be his wife as I am
and fix him his dinner
even if it’s just Spam!

yldara 1810060646

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Author’s Comments:

Sometimes mundane things keep us off our focus and takes the joy out of life–but, when when we keep things in perspective, we discover humor in the situation and/or find a very valuable lesson, or two.

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So many minds
you have conquered
Too many souls
you have battered

A great many tears
flowed for your sake
Hundreds of lives
you have made worthless

yldara 0319886607 

 

A statement of pure machismo
and certain appeal is, the rough
around the edges draw and force
of cowboy boots on men. Women
seem to be defined by the ease
that they appear to glide and float
in their fancy suits or dresses
and gravity defying heels.
Somehow a mystery, puzzling
in harmony, they mix and match.
With irony stuck in the midst
to truly observe and report
of men and women’s fashion styles
one needs to be quite just as bold.

yldara 1403070249

 

Is love without time,
Or, is time out of love?
Are all wisdom learned
and life, forever bound?

Souls quest in thirst,
for answers not yet found.
Questions, never ending…
who to ask, and when?

Of love, life and time,
what does one really know?
Can it then be, the end,
when we stop asking?

yldara 300806231

A site created by design
that aims to lighten loads of old
with poems and writings plainly told
or a twist added in one line

A place to find one’s self perhaps
in gathered thoughts, prayers uttered
soul baring words, penned not muttered
across the net, no bars or caps

A dream, a wish set in motion
placed in a heart, to dwell not die
living, moving, with wings to fly
soaring beyond just a notion

Now a mission, to humbly share
maybe touch the hearts of many
with thoughts worth a pretty penny
but free to all who dares to care

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To ask questions is only wise
To know life is never a curse
The path you now traverse
is but a road of truth and lies

To err is human nature
To forgive, a task, divine
The choice is yours and mine
no matter what our culture

To mourn each death is fine
To grieve a loss is part of life
The way is full of strife
that purifies by God’s design

To be able to hear and see
To wake up each day, a miracle
The truth is often satirical
as it holds wisdom’s only key

yldara 0505070548

Look we all must
inside our hearts
For true peace dwells
where freedom starts

We listen well
not with our ears
We can see more
without our fears

For wars abound
in hearts of steel
But freedom reigns
when peace is real

yldara 101006

Four total strangers gathered,
on that cold and dreary night.
Forced by simple circumstance,
around a dying fire of light.

Each held a log per chance
to put and keep the fire aglow.
But all, kept it to themselves
none did in the fire, a log throw.

One, because of great distrust
held on to his log as a weapon.
Another, with plain old greed
waited for any gain, to grab on.

Feeling inferior was the third,
he felt his log was not that good.
The last one, to himself said -
“Mine’s too good for this brood.”

So in the cold, they all sat -
each one huddled to himself still.
Until morn came, all of them dead.
Truth is, that cold within can kill.

maria stanphill (yldara) 150806/2006