[JustAmy]

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[JustAmy]

Graphic by MamaBear

MAY

The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.

Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.

~ Sara Teasdale ~

[Quix]

Thanks Tons, Amy. Here are some unorthodox pseudo-Haiku from that strange space between Quix's ears:

His light Falls
As the dark creatures
Slither out of existence


Blackness crept
Across the globe
As enlightenment


The Trumpet Sounded
Light Bodies Rose
To meet The King


Refugees in the desert
Desperate, hungry
A banquet appeared


Gestapo knocked
The door down too late
Angels came earlier

[Old Sarge]

Friends, if you please, take a seat or your knees,
and I tell you now what I shall do,
I’ll paint from my palate and sing you the ballad
of one Michaleen Oge Perue!

Our hero, in brief, was a leprechaun chief,
Who would hide all his gold in his crock,
And if by some chance you might catch him a glance,
His shillelagh might give you a knock!

Oh, he left for a while the Emerald Isle
And blasted off into the blue
There is no comparing to one so daring
as Michaleen Oge Perue!

Now, his searching for gold was getting quite old
and for further adventures he sought,
for his name to soar among legend and lore,
and then into his head came this thought:

“For a wee man to sail’s not far off the pale,
But what a grand thing, now, to fly!
Now, an aeroplane is just too mundane,
I shall catch me a star from the sky!”

Oh, he left for a while the Emerald Isle
And blasted off into the blue
There is no comparing to one so daring
as Michaleen Oge Perue!

Now, he found for himself, a corner and shelf
On a rocket ship there on the pad,
But he learned with a whistle, he rode on a missile,
And things went to worse, from bad!

“Ah, what a disgrace! I can’t get to space!”
And with a wail of wild despair,
He grabbed two flat things and he used them like wings
And jumped off over County Kildaire!

And he glided back home, wanting no more to roam,
But what a story to tell, he had,
As he goes roamin’ throughout all the gloamin’,
Of his adventure there on the pad!

Oh, he left for a while the Emerald Isle
And blasted off into the blue
There is no comparing to one so daring
as Michaleen Oge Perue!

Copyright (C) 4-12-2007 by JSR

[Bobalu]

Hi Amy :-)
Nice post, I like poetry.
I wish I could write some ...oh well :-)

[luvie]

My son just made Master Sergeant!!
...or as he said, "Selected! WHOOOP!"
Just in time too...
...with a new little one coming soon! :)
Color me a proud Military Mom!
Y'all found out before proud Dad...
...because he's snoozing! LOL!
[Sorry...some of you are seeing this twice
But maybe you'll forgive excited Mom! :) ]