Thursday, September 27, 2012

Chasing The Wild Animal In Forest By Virginia Bennett

Judy Underwood on chasing Rainbow,

Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams

She waits in the deep, dense forest,
Lurking in the shadow where the sun is defied
lapping water from an ice-encrusted stream,
She is stealth wrapped up in a tawny hide.
She hears more by instinct than by listening,
Her paws like radar upon the glistening shale,
And, she's keenly aware, when you're two miles away,
of your horse as he plods up the trail.
She has ample time to consider her options,
Whether scientists believe she can reason or not,
She could stay where she's at, undetected,
Or head back up the slope at a trot.
Instead, she crosses your path when you're almost upon her,
Like a dancing sunbeam teasing a child,
leaving her track in the trail just to inform you...
You've been that close to something that wild.

 Yao'su, same as Art or Yisu, 
In Beijing, 1=yao=yi=One...

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Friday, September 14, 2012

My Love 4 U Is Authentic N Lasting (4 Short Story Slam Week 27)

This feeling won't change,
no matter where I am, what color of eyeballs I have,
and what book I read...
It's not about echoes of others or greed.
I think of you when I'm in the Middle Kingdom
while you are in Chicago,
I feel the aromas of your wisdom
while in Austin, eating many a Mexican taco.
I'm home mostly, taking care of our baby,
with you traveling to Toronto, Greece, or Germany,
when days become busy, we eat food from Italy,
and visit Houston, Fort Worth, London, or Broadway of New York City.
with two affordable boys to raise,
i wish i have given you more deserved praise,
you carry knowledge not from bookstores, but well worth,
you make my days filled with waves of warmth.
I feel thrilled to pedal around, stop by Seattle
on my way to visit you during the summer break,
At sunset I know I will see morning settle
after a night's rest, you are a branch to cuddle.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Easter Wings (Featured poet Called George Herbert)

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Lord, who created men in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more
Till he became
Most poor:
With Thee
O Let me rise
As larks, harmoniously
And sing this day Thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

 My tender age in sorrow did begin:
And still with sicknesses and shame
thou did'st so punish sin,
That I became
Most thin,
With thee
let me combine
And feel thy victory:
For, if I imp my wing on thine
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.