MORNING MAJESTIC

Through the mist rising,
Iao's Needle threads the sky,
morning majestic.

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AWAKENING TO SPRING

Rainbowed melodies

of Spring,

arching high and low,

their grace notes

rippling through

forests tall,

weaving moss-covered

tones of renewal

and rebirth;

meandering through

pastoral scenes,

serene and tranquil,

green and golden

in the afternoon sun;

through sweet-

fragranced

gardens,

tulips and daffodils

awakening my soul

with the music of spring;

my heart dancing to

its melodies and

delighting in

its rainbowed song.

c. bak 3-28-10

barbara kausteklis

Legacy Writers II Friday Byways/

"Looking Forward to Spring"

https://myboomerplace.com/groups/view/id_492/

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"Let thy words be few." 

Ecclesiastes 5:2 

ILLUMINATION

In those moments before

the sun slips quietly out of view

and balances upon

the edge of the day,

I marvel once more,

speechless, 

at the miracle that I have

just witnessed.

(c) bak 1-27-11

barbara kausteklis

Written for Legacy Writers II "Mad Tea Party."

https://myboomerplace.com/groups/view/id_496/

Thanks so much for visiting, joining and participating in each one of the eight Legacy Writers II Groups (all found under Groups/Legacy Writers II).  Click on "join" for each one.  You'll find treasures there.

~Barb~

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(Disclaimer: The following piece
isn't necessarily reflective of my
religious views or those of anyone else.
Intended only as a poetic response
to a writing "challenge" and very loosely
based upon Dante's classic "Inferno" -- bak)

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INGLORIOUS CONCENTRICITY

Dante's inglorious Inferno,
concentric circles of eternity,
each one bleaker than the one before,
not the places I choose to stay,
for eternity or even one day.

So in advance I'm here to say
I'm definitely going to stay away
from those actions that
could put me anywhere close
to Dante's dreadful Inferno's door.

So loyal and true
my middle name,
a friend to the end,
tried and true,
treachery is not
within my view.

Honesty another virtue I cherish,
no fraud will you find
in my background,
and a gentle, loving soul am I
(most of the time),
not a violent streak have I.

And what I say is always the truth,
no lies, not even a little one,
no heretic am I.

As for the rest,
challenges all,
but trying hard must help a bit
to keep me away from Inferno's door.

So I accept the challenge,
day by day,
one foot after the other
as I make it through the day
as trying as hard as I possibly can
I'll stay far way from
the concentric circled pit
of Dante's inglorious Inferno.

(c) bak 1-26-11
barbara kausteklis

Written for CPC Thematic Attic/
"Escape from Dante's Inferno."

Dante's "Inferno" includes the following:

Limbo, lust, gluttony, greed, anger,
heresy, violence, fraud, treachery

The following link will take you to "Thematic Attic":

http://www.myspace.com/mom_holtz/blog/541841074

Thanks always for your visits and comments!

Wishing you a most peaceful day.

~Barb~

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RAINBOWED INFUSION

Life's rainbowed infusion
flooding my soul,
gently opening
my imagination's door,
as looking out upon this day
I marvel once more
at the wondrous canvas
before me as I step forward
into the colors that I see,
the sun radiant as it rises
from behind these mountains;
the roses glistening with dew;
the birds and their sweet songs
gently awakening me
to this rainbowed wonder
that envelops my heart and
brings life to my morning
and color to my soul.

(c) bak 1-26-11
barbara kausteklis

Written for Flexwriters Creative Network
"Trinity's Muse/What Are the Colors of Your Soul?"

The following link will take you there:

http://www.flexwriterscreativenetwork.net/forum/topic/185/page/1#2160

Thanks always for your visits and precious comments!

~Barb~

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SANCTUARY

Each day
I rise above
the unknown,
free to feel,
free to be.
Dark has faded
with the silent rain
and daylight brings
the hope of today,
my sanctuary.

(c) bak 1-25-11
barbara kausteklis

Written for CPC "Pick Apart Poetry."

The idea (and such a fun challenge) is
to pick out 25 words from the featured poem
and, using only those 25 words,
(and they may be repeated),
create a new piece.

Tonight's featured poem
was written by Midnightcharmed:Wildfire --

Freezing from the cruel words that rise.
Stuck in the cold air caught up in the mean surprise .
Can’t speak a word ,my voice numbed since the beginning .
The rise and fall of it all.
My heart brakes of a lover’s call.
My body is broken, my eyes solid blue ice .
My world dark from hurt.
Tears flow like a ghost in the unknown.
There is no peace in these chains.
There is no where I can feel free.
There is no one different I can be.
My world has fallen before me .
I am left standing wondering why.
What ever this is the ghost has come for a mind’s ride.
And with it , it brought a jaded rain .
In the daylight screams out such silent written pain.
Everything has turned black.
I must now watch my back .
I don’t feel safe.
And I don’t believe in fairy tales has much these days.
And I don’t trust anyone at all .
What I have is my sanctuary .
Its much the same has my every day simple life.
It’s just a little bit cluttered .
Wished I could turn back days .
Open my eyes .
Lessons come and go.
Least I’m learning.
Things are getting better I just don’t yet have things figured out.
And I don’t know from one moment to the next what ill carry on my shoulders .
It’s all about change and change comes if one tries .
These days I try and crawl , I give it all I got.
I pray.
I look for that escape of the non stop wheel turning .
Most days this minds dark ghost has faded .
Maybe the season brings the hope who knows.
I have seen some light in the last few months.
And I am not alone anymore.
that’s all I have to say on the ghost of today.

(c)Midnightcharmed:Wildfire

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So I selected 25 different words
from Crystal's poem
and created one of my own.

To read more "Pick Apart" Poems
and try one, if you'd like,
the following link will take you there:

http://www.myspace.com/mom_holtz/blog/541828382

Thanks always for your visits and comments!

~Barb~

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Blogophilia 48.3 Topic: " Spring Fever "

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2pts): incorporate 2 electric wood working tools

(Easy, 1pt) : mention a cracked pot

Final date to post: February 1st, 2011 GMT midnight

Final date to post ALL GUESSES: January 29th, 2011 GMT midnight

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SPRING'S EARLY FEVER

Spring is almost here,
I certainly won't complain,
winter has bypassed us
for now, it seems.
No mistaking it,
the signs are here,
an early spring
has most definitely sprung.


Explosions of flowers
in the blossoming trees




and daffodils blooming in
cracked pots of clay,
the birds singing sweet songs
as happy as I that
spring is already
on its way.



And the ducks so very still
in the warmth of an afternoon sun



and geese swimming about
on ponds tranquil and serene,
they know that spring
is coming too.

And one more sure sign
that early spring has sprung,
around the corner
a new house being built,
from morn till night
electric sanders
and drills and saws
a-buzzing so good
for the economy
as well.

So I must admit
that spring fever has struck,
an early one at that,
but I'm so happy
and won't complain
and hope the weather
stays this way
for at least
a little while
longer.

(c) bak 1-24-11
barbara kausteklis

Written for Blogophilia 48.3.


GUESSES

Theme

Colleen

Photo

Spirit Free -- Anita B

Phrases




Brown bag
Brown bagging it
Discarded
In the bag
trash day
trash bag
outside the door
in the sack
sacked

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The following link will take you
to Blogophilia 48.3 for instructions

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CONFESSIONS OF AN EX-CLOCKWATCHER

I remember well

when I was young

and used to watch the clock,

so fascinated with the turning hands,

the seconds, the minutes, the hours.

And as I watched those hands

go 'round and 'round 

and 'round and 'round again,

always over-scheduled, 

always overbooked,

time for myself largely overlooked,

I simply rushed here and there,

always having to be somewhere,

never an extra minute

to even take a breath.

Instead, I'd spend the day

racing and running 'round the clock,

and wondering what 

the future would bring,

never stopping long enough

to savor the moment,

never long enough 

to appreciate the view.

I was more concerned about

what happened yesterday 

or what might happen tomorrow

than what was happening now.

And now no longer controlled

by that clock that had such power

over each waking hour,

I've learned how to stop

every once in a while,

I've learned how to take my time.

I've learned how to focus

on what's happening now,

and not fret about tomorrow,

leaving the past behind.

And we're finally working 

very well together

for instead of being my enemy,

my time has become my friend.

(c) bak 1-24-11

barbara kausteklis  

Written for Legacy Writers II

"Koffee Klutch With Roses/Time."  

Thanks so much for your visits and comments.  

~Barb~

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REPLENISHED

Sometimes I'm convinced
that the well has run dry,
that the ink has dried up,
that there are no words
left to say . . . .
or if there are,
they're hiding somewhere,
laughing and joking,
playing a game
of hide-and-seek
and simply don't want
to play with me today.

But on days like that
I'm not going to let it
get the best of me.
I turn on the music
and listen to the tunes
guaranteed to change my mood,
ones I know will make me think.
And I take a look around me,
at the things I've seen before,
and suddenly they look new again
and the well I thought
was all dried up begins
to fill again and the words
begin to re-emerge,
the well replenished
once more.

And I dip my pen into the well
I thought was all dried up
and multi-colored ink begins to flow
onto the paper in front of me
as I begin to write again.

(c) bak 1-23-11
barbara kausteklis

Written for CPC "Magic Monday/
The Magic of Wells."

The following link will take you there:

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