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Mighty Tempest
- Published: September 2018
Poem About Storms

in Beauty of Nature Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

Sultry sun on fields and bay,
quiet calm engulfs the day.

Faint troubled rumblings in the sky

Sultry sun on fields and bay,
quiet calm engulfs the day.

Faint troubled rumblings in the sky
foretells a mighty storm is nigh.

Feathered fowl that glide the breeze
quickly fly to nest in trees.

A silent sense of darkness fell,
as clouds began to twirl and swell.

A yellow haze of green and gray
replaces sun and heat of day.

Thunderous cannons roar the sky
with veins of light that pierce the eye.

The day has darkened into night
as Thor and Zeus pursue their might!

Raging winds that bend and sway,
tearing limbs along the way.

Bursting clouds of icy hail;
Nature's sting is quite surreal!

The faded rumblings start to slow,
and sultry sun peaks out to glow,

Mighty Tempest, come and gone.
Ancient storm gods carry on,
leaving rainbows in the dawn!
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Strawberry Moon
- Published: July 2018
Summer Adventures In June Haiku

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Full strawberry moon,
ushers in hot days of June,
high tides fill the dune,

Full strawberry moon,
ushers in hot days of June,
high tides fill the dune,

hot sun rising soon,
fishing in the afternoon,
whistling my own tune!
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So Lucky Are The Angels
- Published: December 2019
Christmas Grief

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Since you're gone, Christmas time will never be the same.
When asked what I wish for, I can only speak your name.
The only gift I ever want at Christmas time for me
Is my precious, loving son beside my Christmas tree,

Since you're gone, Christmas time will never be the same.
When asked what I wish for, I can only speak your name.
The only gift I ever want at Christmas time for me
Is my precious, loving son beside my Christmas tree,
And as the world rejoices with songs of Christmas cheer,
I'll gently hold your memories close and wipe my Christmas tear.
So lucky are the angels to have you up above,
Right beside their Christmas tree; my son's their gift to love!
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January's Child Of Mine
- Published: January 2019
Son's Birthday In Heaven

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January's child of mine,
sweet miracle of God's design.

Oh, how I can recall the night.

January's child of mine,
sweet miracle of God's design.

Oh, how I can recall the night.
Snow was drifting soft and white.

Then as if a dream came true,
my life was graced with loving you,
my January boy in blue.

Perfect, unique, one of a kind,
masterpiece of the Divine,
January's child of mine.

Into a man from child you grew,
strong and loyal, tried and true.

So special you are; God only knew.
Heaven needed an angel; that angel was you.

January's child of mine,
your life, so precious, God's design.

To Heaven I'm sending my love and a kiss,
I'm lighting a candle and making a wish
that I'll be joined in God's good time
to January's child of mine.
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Glory Of Spring
- Published: July 2019
Acrostic About The Beauty Of Spring

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Song birds singing, flying by
Pastel petals sprouting high
Rainbows, showers fill the sky
Inspiring beauty to the eye

Song birds singing, flying by
Pastel petals sprouting high
Rainbows, showers fill the sky
Inspiring beauty to the eye
Newborn creatures call and cry
Graceful Monarch butterfly
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Shore Of Sorrow's Sea
- Published: August 2019
A Mother's Grief For Her Child

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By the shore of Sorrow's sea,
waves of tears roll endlessly,

cries that pierce this misty veil,

By the shore of Sorrow's sea,
waves of tears roll endlessly,

cries that pierce this misty veil,
on wings of echoed winds take sail,

osmium heart, head bowed in hand,
her lonely footprints on the sand.

By the shore of Sorrow's sea,
sitting, waiting patiently,

holding every memory
on this side of eternity,

a mother's love will always be
by the shore of Sorrow's sea.

Until the day her soul is free,
she strolls the shore of Sorrow's sea.
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Waiting For Heaven
- Published: November 2020
Loss Of My Beloved Son

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Your very first breath of life, I was there.
Tiny miracle of God, you appeared,
overflowing with joy, my eyes cried a tear,
outstretching my arms to hold you so near.

Your very first breath of life, I was there.
Tiny miracle of God, you appeared,
overflowing with joy, my eyes cried a tear,
outstretching my arms to hold you so near.

You're part of me now, my heart and my soul,
more precious than pearls, diamonds and gold,
sweet baby of mine to love and to hold,
through my many years till I grow very old.

Filled with amazement as I watched you grow,
my child, my son, to the young man I'd know,
never believing one day you would go
to Heaven before me, "Please! Dear God, no!"

More treasured to me than air that I breathe.
No, you were to stay and someday I'd leave.
I don't want to stay here without you to grieve.
No, you were to stay and someday I'd leave!

I've no understanding why or how this can be,
my sweet son's in Heaven so soon before me.
Overflowing with sorrow, my eyes cry a tear,
outstretching my arms, though I can't see you here.

I know in my heart all the love that we share,
on my very last breath of life you'll be there,
with outstretched arms, I know you'll appear,
just waiting in Heaven to hold me so near.
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What A Difference A Day Makes
- Published: September 2020
Beauty Of The Changing Season Into Autumn

in Fall Poems

What a difference a day makes,
twenty-four little hours.

Cool chill in the air,

What a difference a day makes,
twenty-four little hours.

Cool chill in the air,
slight frost on the flowers.

Through tattered fields of corn,
crows caw in the early morn.

Songs of crickets linger on
well into the tired dawn.

Sleepy sun wakes later each day,
sure sign Autumn's on his way.

Summer's gone; she couldn't stay.
Autumn has arrived today.

What a difference a day makes,
twenty-four little hours.

Radiant sun rising high,
scorching tree tops in the sky.

Replacing sweetness of Summer flowers,
turning trees into colorful towers.

Autumn's beauty is surely nigh,
beneath this warm September sky.

Nearing are crisp Autumn eves,
with harvest moons and chilly breeze.

Tomorrow what beauty might we see,
as gold and crimson leaves blow free,

Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring,
savor every beautiful thing.
What a difference twenty-four hours may bring!
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November Harbinger

Nature and all the seasons intrigue me, the beauty of every unique season has its very own personality and style. I love the familiar scents in the air, the sky of one season looks so unique from another. Each month has it's own subtle changes. This short poem is about a November early evening beautiful, fiery charcoal sky that looks so familiar to ones I remember in past years as a harbinger of Thanksgiving time of year, I hope readers will enjoy this short poem.
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- Posted on 11/16/23
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November Harbinger

Brilliant lonely star on high,
In the fiery charcoal sky,

November Harbinger

Brilliant lonely star on high,
In the fiery charcoal sky,

November evening crisp and clear,
see my breath pierce Autumn's air,

Familiar scent of chimney smoke,
families warmed by maple and oak,

Feel a change of season near,
tumbling leaves and branches bare,

Behold, Thanksgiving time is here!
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"The Word"

My poem is dedicated to God Almighty, The Word, the Truth, His Promise. I'm trying to give a befitting complimentary description in words of The Word, Almighty God, our Creator, our Messiah, yet putting it forward so that even a child understands the beauty and simplicity of God, "The Word", since all things began with The Word" and is promised to return through The Word". I hope my poem is worthy enough to give
praise and hopefully interest readers young and old.
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- Posted on 02/16/24
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"The Word"

First Spoken, last heard,
God's Almighty Holy Word,

"The Word"

First Spoken, last heard,
God's Almighty Holy Word,

The great I Am became a man,
He placed His feet upon the sand,

He spoke the sun that shines on all,
yes, for even those who fall,

His spoken Love, Mercy and Grace,
long awaited the human race,

His time so short upon the earth,
though long enough to show His worth,

our sins He bore within His depth,
and freed us with His final breath,

ascended to Heaven until the last,
eternity future, present, past,

first spoken, "The Word",
last heard, "The Word",

"The Word", returns Alas, Alas!
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Poems by Patricia Cisco

November Harbinger

"The Word"