{"id":3895,"date":"2011-04-11T09:43:43","date_gmt":"2011-04-11T14:43:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stephenpickering.com\/?p=3895"},"modified":"2011-04-16T07:29:25","modified_gmt":"2011-04-16T12:29:25","slug":"its-national-poetry-month-so-i-should-write-some-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/2011\/04\/11\/its-national-poetry-month-so-i-should-write-some-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s National Poetry Month – So I Should Write Some Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I was just glancing at Youtube<\/a>, and it said that it was national poetry month. Man they have a day and a month for everything, don’t they? Hehehehehe. Well, since I’m a poet, I thought I should write some poems, especially this month! Just wrote this sonnet a few minutes ago. Hopefully I can do one each morning for the remainder of the month, in honor of the month. I’ll just keep posting them here so I don’t have to have a new post for each and every poem. Maybe I’ll do a Youtube video at the end of the Month in honor of “Spoken Word Poetry.”<\/p>\n

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\"\"<\/a>Sonnet – April 11th, 2011<\/h2>\n
It\u2019s middle April and the rains have come
\nThe silent morning rings to life and sings.
\nEach note a whisper of our long lost love
\nthat glides on creeks and swims through springs. <\/p>\n

The turtles\u2019 silence guards the lake all night.
\nThe frogs swim through the moistness of our song.
\nWhen morning curtains nudge, they plop from sight,
\nSoul searching for our long lost golden ball.<\/p>\n

The crickets provide the strings, the ducks the horns;
\nAn evening symphony that gives us bliss;
\nTo help in healing what the dragons tore,
\nAnd bring us comfort for those that we miss.<\/p>\n

The flowers bloom, and trees sway in the wind.
\nThey dance lost songs to visit us again.<\/p>\n

___________<\/p>\n

Sonnet – April 12th, 2011<\/h2>\n
At dawn we lost the whisper of our song.
\nDreams carried us to worlds we\u2019d rather stay.
\nThe mind builds places our souls don\u2019t belong.
\nAnd so the heart remains asleep all day. <\/p>\n

Who\u2019s driven long and who has driven far
\nTo face the mountain hiding secret love?
\nInside a bower lit with dreams by stars
\nThey\u2019re parted by the birthing rays above.<\/p>\n

Below her bathing pool is where they hid:
\nTwo gems of corn who\u2019d seek the northern light.
\nShe knew their power even just as kids
\nTo overcome the monsters which they\u2019d fight.<\/p>\n

The road to follow is a mag’cal one
\nTo marry dreams with the light of the Sun.<\/p>\n

______________________<\/p>\n

Sonnet – April 13th, 2011<\/h2>\n
I\u2019d like to hold your essence cool and free.
\nYour hair is waving spirits to rise up.
\nYour parents are the mountains and the sea.
\nYou dance with legs of deer and arms of dove. <\/p>\n

Your eyes are saying dive and swim this stream.
\nThey speak a language without having sound.
\nTonight I dance with you like in a dream.
\nI can\u2019t describe but know this thing I\u2019ve found.<\/p>\n

There are no tensions in this purest form,
\nHere even where Yeats said the ladder starts.
\nYou are the place where happiness is born,
\nand fill with light the center of our hearts.<\/p>\n

You are the warmth of Sun that\u2019s brought by Spring
\nWe glide on light by saying not a thing.<\/p>\n

____________________________________<\/p>\n

Sonnet – April 14th<\/h2>\n
I\u2019ve noticed that the people seem to glide
\nAnd sing down by the river through the trees
\nThey seem to have the glow that\u2019s born inside;
\nExuberance from not caring what life means. <\/p>\n

A shadow carries water to their Spring.
\nThey’ve always known that someone lived in there.
\nWas it a spirit or a human being?
\nThey say it breathes the water, drinks the air.<\/p>\n

The children leave their houses for the Sun.
\nThey swim like fish this river made of snow.
\nIt feels though time had just begun
\nThe garden nature made so long ago.<\/p>\n

And in the forest still the spirit rests.
\nUpon stars made from Mother Nature\u2019s breasts.<\/p>\n

____________________________<\/p>\n

Sonnet – April 15th, 2011<\/h2>\n
We\u2019re meant to glide upon a beam of light
\nBut here in one wave where life splits in two,
\nCollapsed a notion of what\u2019s wrong and right.
\nAnd now there\u2019s nothing but toil and work to do. <\/p>\n

Sometimes I think therefore I\u2019m not so free.
\nThe stagnant water forms where walls are built.
\nDrowning spirit born effortlessly.
\nLike burning rays so hot the flowers wilt.<\/p>\n

It feels like its only those fleeting times
\nA moment when the mind naturally rests
\nA spirit born inside the heart\u2019s red wine
\nAppears in actual joy and manifests.<\/p>\n

A bliss that doesn\u2019t seem the need to show
\nWith pride how far it\u2019s infinite knowledge goes.<\/p>\n

_________________________<\/p>\n

Sonnet – April 16th<\/h2>\n
There was a darkness that surrounded her
\nWhat do I do I thought as things grew dim.
\nA feeling of emotions\u2019 vision blur
\nWhen she brought night and cold from where she\u2019d been.<\/p>\n

What was this night so sad shown through her eyes?
\nIt was an empty stare she laid down cold.
\nHow can you judge a thing through all the lies
\nAnd describe a feeling that has not been told?<\/p>\n

A path through strife we see a shining truth
\nCome here again so I can touch the face.
\nA land of plenty rises from the root
\nA mouth says things we feel but cannot trace.<\/p>\n

Few days of riding through the emotional highs
\nIt disappears up through the nighttime skies.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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