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The autumn first appeared in scarlet blush
to kiss the silent mirror of the lake
as umber shadows gathered in the hush
of amber afternoon and rose to take

the waning glow of summer into night.
The ginger leaves of maples echo still
a decoupage of August's blazing light
that rose like flames upon the cresting hill

then downward to the water's gleaming run.
They spill u
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Dale Gregory Cozart posted Sep 21 at 2:30 pm
At first you were a shadow in the dark
where shadows never lurk, but there you were,
a bah relief of black on black, an arc

cast by the beating of a heart that stirs
from fonts of hope eternal, as a lark
trills in the daylight when my senses purr

and keep on swooning when the lapis grows
and weds an onyx mate in true love's throes.

And then your shadow moved across my g
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recent by John Richard Anderson  ·  Sep 21 at 6:19 pm
John Richard Anderson posted Aug 22 at 11:13 pm
© John Richard Anderson

I'm poised to deliver a singularity,
a pithy black hole,
a spot from which there's no escape
once key or pen is lifted;
It's terminal - period:
Wait for it! The End is nigh!
There, it's done.
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© 2017 John Richard Anderson

Old heads know more
but can't explore anymore.
Justly, they exploit experience,
adroitly squishing creativity.
Too old to play,
with naivety.

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Reference: http://www.pnas.org/content/114/30/7892.full

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Nudershada Cabanes posted Aug 20 at 6:42 pm
Like a tree
We grow up from a sapling
Before we become sturdy
Our roots cling more tightly
To the ground with time
As our horizon expand
We grow our own branches
And grow our own leaves
A new life starts with us
As another cycle of life begin
In the tree of life we created!
© Nudershada M. Cabanes


Photo from google image


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© 2017 John Richard Anderson

Pan-Pan, the demons have jumped,
Ship on fire, smoke engulfing.
It's Demonium here! But, we're coping
for now. Hoping in hell
we can beat fire back to pan.

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source: Pixabay.com

Note: The emergency call pan-pan, repeated three times derives from French, a panne { [pan], "pahn" } which is is a breakdown. The term Pandæm
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Here begins a series of Burns stanzas
commemorating the Catholic Missions found in Old California along "El Camino Real", The King's Highway. The rhyme scheme is
aaabab and the meter is trochee.
Lines "a" are tetrameter lines and lines "b" are dimeter lines.

California's oldest mission.
Shrine provides appreciation,
viewing proselytization.
Converts, business,
making trib
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Alfred Berggren posted Jul 31 at 5:04 pm
Captain Nielsen and First Mate, Neels Bergen, were together in the captain’s cabin after the weather and sea had worsened. Captain was making certain that the mate had issued the order to furl sail.
“Yes sir, I’ve got Burt in the rigging now. Men seem to be working a little slower than usual, but job’s being done.”
“Keep someone in the nest. We
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Alfred Berggren posted Jul 31 at 3:57 pm
Sailing ships race through the water with beautiful grace and form.
Catching wind, sheets move the vessel fast over bad seas that churn.
She will pitch, rolling from side as to side, in a raging storm.
Facing hard time, bow dips deep in the brine for expectant turn,
needing to stay on this heading till captain's command some learn.
Bowsprit proud, showing Columbia crashing through
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Alfred Berggren posted Jul 30 at 2:40 pm
In the Gallants

When you're topside in the gallants
and you're lookin' up at waves,
the wind's ascreemin' madness
intent on many graves.
The mate has said: "Lay aloft!",
and Third was on his way,
you scrambled up the shrouds windward
and laid to right away.
Now it's one hand for yourself
an' one hand for the ship,
oft hangin' on by eyelash
to last this windsw
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recent by Alfred Berggren  ·  Jul 31 at 5:27 am
© 2017 John Richard Anderson

Howling wind, calls out sad and longing,
sighing solemnly through the trees.
Not threatening, but showing off its gusts,
warning of gale building up, with storm looming.
The howling is sad and threatening, like a lone wolf crying for company.
Now the wind roars breathy in the trees,
which bend yielding to the force, but resilient in submi
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Alfred Berggren posted Jul 30 at 2:58 pm
The question was could the ship and crew beat Yorkshire’s record of sixteen days set three years ago in 1846? Probably not. It all depended on the weather. Since Brig Copenhagen was only four days out of Liverpool, there remained a distance to cover. Because it was November, 15 according the ship’s log, conditions might worsen. Even if the weather improved that saw better skies, mena
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Alfred Berggren posted Jul 30 at 1:29 am
Wind ripped through the rigging. Because wind was strong blowing cold, sheets with extended billows were stiff, unyielding. Men struggled to reef them. Gale and mounting surge were increasing. The ship pitched and rolled. Sleet and ice in halyards encrusted blocks, covered lines. North Atlantic weather and water were assaulting forces. Both gave the ship and crew no quarter; it tried their captai
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recent by Alfred Berggren  ·  Jul 30 at 2:54 pm
geofflion posted Jul 16 at 9:16 pm
© 2017 Geoff Lion

It is said that mindful eating
can help with weight loss.
Being fully aware in the moment fulfills
without overindulgence.
Savoring every morsel and minute
fills the hunger pot, before the belly fills.
But what of conversation?
What of admiring the view?
What of smelling the roses?
What of enjoying the music?
Can you really eat
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John K Patrick posted Jul 16 at 7:11 pm
© 2017 John K Patrick

On the bright side all shadows are behind you.
We never see the dark side of the moon
which always shows its bright face.
Like clown heads in the fair
bright smiling face gets fed more often
with balls feeding hungry bright heads.
On the bright side all shadows are behind you
On the dark side everything is in shadows.
The happiness habit focu
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Bella Bear posted Jul 15 at 7:13 pm
© 2017 Bella Bear

Like the sound of ocean in a seashell
My ears ring of the love for the ocean
With land, river, lake unable to quell
The ache for sea, woven within finespun.

The sound of waves that break and surge up shore
Washes the stain and stench of inland slime
From the mind and body, right to the core
Purifying, cleansing like bells dawn chime.

Heralding
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Bella Bear posted Jul 15 at 1:59 am
© 2017 Bella Bear

Looking forward has blinkers fitted, to obscure the past.
Looking back has the future switched off, a tired play by retired cast.

Dreams ignore reality, littering your future with nonsense plots
Drawing threads from past, hope and fantasy, intertwined in lots.

What you hoped for can never be attained, if goals are set too high
But if you hope and strive
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geo.v posted Jul 14 at 9:00 pm
I
strike
embers
with my stave
wriggling flashes
exploding skyward
seeds vying suicidal
compelled to beget life
rushing to egg-like moon

geo.vuy feb.03.15

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Bella Bear posted Jul 14 at 7:16 pm
© 2017 Bella Bear

Will it rain today, or will sun break through?
Will it snow, or be stifling hot instead?
The willy weather drives our plans askew,
But why are we so ruled by fear and dread?

We have umbrellas, coats to beat the rain,
Jumpers and layers to keep out the chill.
Hats for shade from the blast of hot sun pain
Shelter within to shield from the wind's di
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© 2017 John Richard Anderson

For all I know, I know nothing
Who can say when enough is sufficing.

No way to verify what searches reap
To winnow out truths from junk pile heap.

Garbage tower to heaven meant
Like babel feeds bewilderment.

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© 2017 John Richard Anderson

Foot loose
Recluse

Lost sole
Toe holed

Paw flawed
Cause thawed

Returns
Adjourns

His trek
To beck

Doctor
Cobbler

With glues
Fix shoes

To treat
His feet

So feat
Complete

With Soul
To stroll

Alone
Freestone

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© 2017 John Richard Anderson

A lie begets a lie begets a lie
When you say good-bye to truth, its bye, bye.
For there's no way to tell the difference
between what is truth stretched out tight and taut
and lines of lies hanging there enticing a play-out.
Telling lies is highly infectious, a game of dare and bluff,
growing worse, as lies feed on each other like
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© 2017 John Richard Anderson

Down under the sea it's frolic time free.
Fiddler crabs play jigs, lolling, lively lilts.
Cockles flap up to clang their symbols with glee.
Angelfish, halos askew, sing in kilts.
Octopuses play jazz in harmony.
Shrimps a dancing, rocking attune on stilts.
Anemones tentacles wave in surge,
as tide and current roll rhythms and submerge.

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John Richard Anderson posted Jul 11 at 11:54 pm
© 2017 John Richard Anderson

watching
sand grains tumble
through perfect figure shape
is clock watching, a total waste
of time


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© 2017 John Richard Anderson

A new poetry form the BELL has been added, which is an elongated version of a Cinquain. It has 9 lines and rigid syllable count of 1, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 2, 1, respectively. When the <center>...</center> alignment is used the poem resembles a bell shape. (If not you get a half bell!) The last two lines are the 'striker' - the counterpoint that chim
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© 2017 John Richard Anderson

Pendulum swings high, swings low, swings high, up.
A pendulum stopped, needs a push or pull
like a child wiggling to go in playground.
Push me, pull me, push me up, till I fly.
Once started, gravity sustains the swing.
going high, gravity tugs and pulls down.
As it falls tethered on string, speed builds up
carrying it down, th
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John Richard Anderson posted Jul 11 at 9:58 pm
© 2017 John Richard Anderson

Bells
with blues
play bent cup dinged;
discordant, dongs and dings.
Soft and raspy tones that mumble,
rings rung as fuzzy rumbles and grumbles,
rather than clear resonate rings.
Sad Bells
Blue

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John Richard Anderson posted Jul 11 at 9:52 pm
© 2017 John Richard Anderson

Lamp
is Bell,
that beams out light,
instead of ring sound gongs.
Inverted cup resonators
disgorge light and sound when struck and switched on.
Lamp and bell call to attention:
Hear me!
See!

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© 2017 John Richard Anderson

Profile
I was born under the star sign 'Pisces' and as the saying goes "You can't get over that". I have life-long interests in water, fish, the sea, sailing and everything wet and aquatic. I have a scientific background in the environment, aquatic sciences and fisheries. I have written extensively on many topics. I have created and manage a huge gaggle of
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John Richard Anderson posted Jul 10 at 6:44 am
© 2017 John Richard Anderson

Tantalise my taste buds with the taste of you
Oozily snuggle up, so I can feel your warm compliance
Utter sweet nothings in my ear, which hears only you
Cup my hands within yours so I can feel your pulse
Herald our love with bonded eyes, that cannot stop looking at each other

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