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Poem, or Haiku, 117:
Gentle Rainbow Dark clouds and stormy skies can neither face, nor erase the rainbow with her smile. © 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved Filed under: Life, Poetry, Writings Tagged: life, Poems,...
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Poem 118:
When Rainbows Cannot Smile Lost in the abyss is a rainbow that cannot smile the telltale sign of lovers who no longer kiss, of hearts that needs to mend When the petals on the flower no longer bloom...
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Poem 119:
Morning Chit Chat When a sky once black leaks forth a tender kiss of a rising sun, now aglow Her gentle beam, shall touch with morning ray awaken friends, the sparrow and blue jay In a moment’s breath...
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Poem 120:
Walking Backwards in Time ———– Walking backwards in time a line is drawn, but never straight hills and fields, ripples and stones shape the valley of our fate Solitary days and sleepless nights replace...
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Poem 121:
Sadness Climbs a Lonely Tree ———– Sadness climbs a lonely tree it sees only itself and misses the leaves set upon the tree When winds of change do ever appear sadness feels only the blistering heat of...
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Poem 122:
Lingering Shadows ———– Silent like the song that only one will hear in the eerie night, hide the many things I fear a howl, a growl, a shadow near Fingers that linger on a window rim in summer storms...
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Poem 123
Rise Again from the Fall ———– Woven in the fabric of time awaits the measure of our birth of those that fall, some that crawl a lonely mountain path, or storms that pass The knowledge they seek, is to...
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Poem 124:
In the Dawn ———– A young child cries A noble man dies In the dawn, both await © 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved Filed under: Poetry
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Poem 125:
The Perpetual Cloud ———– Hiding within the cloud is a tiny ray of sun waiting for the rain until it too is done. When the earth is washed from drops within this tiny cloud then comes the sun’s warm ray...
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Poem 126:
The Hunter and the Shot ———– Memories… From beyond a valley edge the sun with a single stroke shall awaken from the night the deer, the fawn, and the roe A glance along a canyon wall finds the sparrow...
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Poem 127:
The Fallen Snow ———– The tree relieves herself of all that snow while you quietly stand down below © 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved Filed under: Humor, Life, Poetry, Writings Tagged: humor,...
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Poem 128:
The Reflecting Pool ———– Reflections sit upon the water still while yet in a shallow pool echo the current state Those that swim in a deeper pool reflect the mind of an eternal state © 2012 by James...
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Poem 129
A Little Kiss ———– Do you ever wonder if trees smile, or the maples in my yard, do they understand? That while I rake their leaves it would be ever so nice if they would coordinate when their leaves...
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Poem 130:
Loving nurture, fire & flame ———– Where love and nurture ever reign join the arrow’s fire and flame, forged within, the wedding ring © 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved Filed under: Life,...
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Poem 131:
A Snowflake’s Story ———– So softly the snow fell on that cold winter day to awaken within my soul so deep the pale flickering light of a seed and spirit yet asleep. Though darkly, dimly lit in the...
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Poem 132:
the Meadow ———– One morning an angel said you made the day seem like night when all around you is truly bright For what a great sin, a loss to you and me to not see the story of a starlit night or miss...
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Poem 133:
Renewal ———– What ponders the night clothed in silence to await renewal in morning rays © 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved Filed under: Life, Poetry, Writings Tagged: Haiku, life, Poems,...
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Poem 134:
Amidst Sand & Waves ———– Washed in the morning tide a beach awaits her many guests tiny footprints wandering to and fro found along the water’s edge. Perhaps just a stranger passing by, or a child...
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