Bon Mots 1

We’ll always be looking for sure footing as we venture forth, reflect, and smell those wildflowers!” Rich Roach

“the song of silence–a place where the soul sings solos as we long for another verse”Jantanleo

“When we were brand new, we walked those paths,
palmed the heads of hydrangeas and mums,
smelled vanilla bean for the first time”
Kerri Rochelle

This tightrope we walk on life’s journey can be terrifying but oh so beautiful.”
trinimade

“Strong winds are blowing, but at times a gentle breeze
Wafts over me and I feel strong, refreshed,”   trinimade

The night
moves slowly through my room
moment by moment, instinctively fox”
Gwendrina

flame that glitters with the sun and dries away the rain
Then wakening softly into the dawn is like a flower born”backstreetdreamer

“Passengers of one way path, past moments never meet again ”        Dollygindi (JK)

this life is to be sipped, not gulped                                                                  Jantanleo

Every dream is as real as
The vision it shares   backstreetdreamer

let gratitude loosen
enough tears for her to see
what they reflect, to sample salt
from the seabed of our soul.
Wendy Howe

Excited to be alive each day —
painting potentialities”
Kallie

“frought with danger, lost boards and no safety net.”
Dinah

“So many are puzzled at the way the world behaves and they are beginning to think it’s normal.”
Merv Webster

“Cardboard images
are easy prey to burning truth”
Gene

“Every child will make a change
but mostly it will go unsung”
Douglas (Bongler)

“Those first flowers speak languages of miracles.”
Jantanleo

The truth was that remorse’s slower rage
would have the final say
Mark Hislop

despite the sorrows that plague our lives, nature brings hope
Rich Roach

my soul drifts through the seasons in the verses of my rhyme
backstreetdreamer

I’ve often placed my feet
in-between the rungs
into nothing but moonlight,
Sabresun

The world turns, the sun rises and sets regardless of what horrors humans are inflicting on each.                                                                                                                   trinimade

“how narrow the space between dark and light”
Ely

“Water is spirit and spirit moves through all things”
Wendy Howe

One cannot run underwater”
Kerri Rochelle

“we cannot truly see
without some shade of dark experience
to light our way.”
Rich Roach

Songbirds sing by nature. I believe they were created by God to be messengers of his love and  restorers of harmony

Wendy A Howe

“there are things
we don’t necessarily need to be physically alive
but we need them to feed our spirit,
to keep the joy/meaning in our lives.”
Kerri Rochelle

Let the flowers bloom and we will rejoice in their wonder
  Rich Roach
It amazes me to see a baby’s smile–that universal trust expressed–freely given to people in passing.                                   Jantanleo                                                                                                            

” in the garden
rosebuds cushion the briar”
Gwendrina

” flame that glitters with the sun and dries away the rain<br>Then wakening softly into the dawn is like a flower born” backstreetdreamer

“Words condemned
returned to their homes,
while Jack and Jill
went back up the hill
and drank their fill
of water.”
Rich Roach

“this life is to be sipped, not gulped.”   Jantanleo

“The night
moves slowly through my room
moment by moment, instinctively fox”      Gwendrina

“Strong winds are blowing, but at times a gentle breeze
Wafts over me and I feel strong, refreshed,”   trinimade

“When we were brand new, we walked those paths,
palmed the heads of hydrangeas and mums,
smelled vanilla bean for the first time”      Kerri Rochelle

“Passengers of one way path, past moments never meet again”    Dollygindi

“(Life is) “frought with danger, lost boards and no safety net.”      Aanneee

“life’s paths are merely stepping stones that help you to life’s dreams”          backstreetdreamer

“We can’t see you, Leonard Cohen but we know that you’re still here”  Gene Dixon

“The truth was that remorse’s slower rage would have the final say”  Mark Hislop

“Thank God hearts can expand”    trinimade

“we cannot truly see
without some shade of dark experience
to light our way.”           Rich Roach

“life is to be sipped, not gulped”          Jantanleo

“Cardboard images are easy prey to burning truth”        Gene Dixon

“even shadows are part of the bindings of existence”           backstreetdreamer

“One cannot run underwater”             Kerri Rochelle

“Water is spirit and spirit moves through all things”              Wendy Howe

“how narrow the space between dark and light”                       Ely

“there are things
we don’t necessarily need to be physically alive
but we need them to feed our spirit,
to keep the joy/meaning in our lives.   Kerri Rochelle

“in the garden rosebuds cushion the briar”  Gwendrina

“Thank God hearts can expand.”  trinimade

” We are all weather people constantly trying to predict while we learn from nature, the master”     Rich Roach

The Tree sprang up,
the Man, the Axe:
the three all knew
what must come next
Mark A. Hislop

“these are wondrous times”
trinimade /Maryse Achong

“yes, that was my print in the sand.”
Mark A. Hislop

“From the hearts of the old and the voices of the young
in every language whatever the tongue
let’s sing out for peace,”   Ely

“the guy cut like a metaphor wielded by Shakespeare”  MSScheffer

“a sheer lining  between air and grass,
the breath  of Winter and the roots of Spring”  Wendy Howe

“if you should scan the universe for signs of its perfection,
you’ll come up short in everything but love.                     Rich Roach

“the bells still have a glory with their sound not wrung,”        MSScheffer

“Build up. Tear down. And then rebuild.”            Wayne Mizerak

” I want books in my house with illustrations
and print that is viewable without plugging
in or cybering -up…
something with character, legacy, craftsmanship.”    Wendy Howe ~

“Share the suffering,
ease the burden, help carry their cross”        Dinah Serritelli ~

“No matter where our footpaths lead, we get home in the end”     backstreetdreamer

“I wasn’t talking ‘bout you dear … but if it fits then quack.”      Merv Webster (Bush Poet)

“If I could carry my craft against my rib — alder wood
against maiden bone, I would sense
the weight  of being all song.”    Gwendrina

“Let me walk the paths where children played” Aanneee

“Time and rhyme are special things

One fly’s by, the other sings,”    backstreetdreamer

“even if the mind forgets, the heart remembers.” trinimade

“Our similarities we celebrate,
The differences we respect, tolerate.”        trinimade

“Anywhere is Paris if the emotions are right.”  Ely

“Our job on this Earth:
to be a loving caretaker of our loves,
the world’s countless glories,
and our own sense of being a poetic being”             Rich Roach

“for flowers bloom but oh, so brief,
but time, oh time, slips like a thief,”                bongler

“You see a light, go toward it,
You feel a warmth, follow it”                            MS Scheffer

“time is but a fragment of the beating heart
that will not rest until it’s broke apart.”                       Bongler

“Live life full and wisely, it slips by all too soon,   Jean Marian Lewis

“Songbirds sing by nature. I believe they were created by God to be messengers of his love and restorers of harmony”   Wendy A. Howe

“the hourglass takes another grain each day.”     Jean Marian Lewis

“We must listen to the earth, she is crying out”      Gwendrina

“Poets have no need of wings; their lines soar unto the heavens and burn brighter than the sun.”     Bongler

“I’ve come to learn that the music never dies even when we are hard pressed to hear it”    trinimade

“As children look up, we must always kneel down.
They are the eyes and ears and the knowledge of the future,
not to mention our pension providers.”  Bongler

“Sometimes we are tested to our limit<br>and come face to face with Grace.” Walkingindarkness

“But time, beware!  For I shall scale<br>above your reach, and thus prevail,” Rich Roach

“The soul bares itself like the landscape and seeks more of the light,
exhales its fear and remembers the vulnerability
of being human”                   Gwendrina

” no borders stop the sun upon its daily course” Rich Roach

“what scanty time Fate allows.” Jean Lewis

“water is not blamed for moats” Spiros

“Sometimes it takes just one faint star to inspire a poem or even a social movement.” Kerri Rochelle

“a summer which was too late coming, <br> too eager to depart.” Jean Lewis

“Walk forth, brave soul, and lift your naked heart, till all of heaven hears, and shares its art.” Rich Roach

“From first birdsong to velvet star studded sky, every day is a jewel in it’s own right” Bongler

“And though each day is just a footstep, every footstep is a dream” backstreetdreamer

“I got all my smarts from you, I just disagree with your point of view” Kerri Rochelle

“free as the wind, as the sunshine spills into the cracks of dawn.”  Rich Roach

“we measure our dreams in iambs” smzang

“Let your dreams be your quill and the night be your ink” backstreetdreamer

“The night allows us to dream of the possibilities of tomorrow.” Trinimade
“Wars will not end on their own; they are a product of many things, but their root lies in the heart.” Rich Roach

“To unopened tomorrows”  Dee 827

“Making sure my understanding goes much farther than my sight” backstreetdreamer

“A ruby rain remembrance from a tissue paper sky,” backstreedreamer

“to taste the fruits, drink of the wine, contained within each precious line.” Bongler

the guy cut like a metaphor
wielded by Shakespeare    MSScheffer

“It is not what we hold that warms our hearts, but only what we touch.” smzang

“The problem is ‘politically correct’ always seems one sided somehow.” Jean Lewis

“Cradle to the grave is just a few lines.” Bongler

“Poetry is a gentle thing, a tender tendril taking wing;” Rich Roach

“It’s good to recognize the rhythms of our being and to be true to them” Trinimade

“I pluck poetry from a dangling branch,”   Willowdown

“Throw no harness over the clouds,
they hold no secrets, but are.”            MAH

“The genuine art is that of nature, God’s world where things bloom and die, ripen and grow.”          Gwendrina

“whilst the universe impacts
On everything we do
The ones who make the final choice,
Are every ‘me’ and ‘you’.”
trinimade

“Sometimes we must dig through solid rock to unearth the core, the dream, the hope.” Rich Roach

“we met when he needed a ride and I was driving that way”       zJared

“If one leaf flutters in the breeze, we notice it among a thousand <br> others that do not; wisdom lies in the freeing of the soul.” Rich Roach

“If I didn’t laugh, this iniquitous world would likely make me cry.”  Bongler

“And somewhere in the misted distance, a rhyme was lost in thoughts” backstreedreamer

“Kindness…it all begins  in the tips of the roots, in those often unseen  small acts buried within the day,”     Sabresun

“these are wondrous times”   trinimade (Maryse Achong)

” I slip
dark like an echo over cobblestones
and when the sun sighs up the olive groves,
I arise under the aegis of ash”                 Mark Hislop

“Neither become too elated with flowers nor cry in Fall”      Dollygindi

“wisdom, a compensation for old age”                          Ely

… the poem of the self and the poem of the weather. When (they) blend, such wondrous art is possible.”                    Gwendrina

“a sheer lining
between air and grass, the breath
of Winter and the roots of Spring
                                     Wendy A. Howe

“I see winter’s grim visage
beetled over the horizon”
Rich Roach

“There is much desire
to not need too much
today”  Jantanleo.

‘Sing, sweet child.  Sing on,
and bless tomorrow’s hopeful dawn.” Rich Roach

“The shapeless species — echoing whatever has fallen silent”     Wendy A. Howe

“Alone with a half moon
and my thoughts on the future of mankind.”
   bongler

“young fresh-faced flowers,
their petals brushed with silver laughter
from a lighty falling shower. ”
Willowdown

“The shapeless species —
echoing whatever has fallen silent”  Wendy A. Howe

Sing, sweet child.  Sing on,
and bless tomorrow’s hopeful dawn.  Rich Roach

We are candles not of this moment
for the flames we bring to the world live beyond time’s restrictive boundaries.
Rich Roach

“You have started from somewhere
and you can get there from here.”
Mark A. Hislop 

“… imagination is as much a part of nature as reality of its landscape and climate.
… the poem of the self and the poem of the weather. When (they) blend, such wondrous art is possible.”   Gwendrina

“the empty nest is beautiful as it only reflects fullness from days before.”
Jantanleo

wisdom, a compensation for old age                                                      Ely

I pray each time I set out on a journey down memory lane that I have a return ticket in a corner of my heart.
trinimade

“joy, how would we fully appreciate it if we have never known sorrow…” trinimade

” the hope of a new year where resolutions don’t turn into revolutions.” Rich Roach

If one leaf flutters in the breeze, we notice it among a thousand others that do not; wisdom lies in the freeing of the soul. Rich Roach

~ ~ Peace ~ ~

Like river flow Current my heart Sweet undertow Jantanleo

If I didn’t laugh, this iniquitous world would likely make me cry. bongler (Douglas)

“Rain from the edge of the Ancient Forest, freshly dripped from leaf and sky, sweetened with elf song and the dreams of flowers.” Willowdown

“I think it comes down to what we want poetry to do, what we ask for from poetry. That is ‘our’ standard, and poems can be measured against that standard objectively. That’s very different than subjectivism, because the standard, and not the personal judgment, becomes the issue, and a standard is not subjective – the preference of one over the other may be subjective, but the standard itself is not. If I like Team A because I value pitching and defense, and Team A has a tradition of building teams on pitching and defense, and someone else likes Team B, which has a tradition of big offense and brawny home run hitters – the ‘like’ is subjective but the standard is not, and we can have a genuine discussion over whether pitching/defense produces better baseball or not, or if a good pitching/defense team is ‘better’ than a good hitting team.”  MS Scheffer

Sometimes we are tested to our limit and come face to face with Grace. Walkingindarkness

“The season is one of flame and shadow” Gwendrina

“Our similarities we celebrate, The differences we respect, tolerate.” trinimade (Maryse)

“we met when he needed a ride and I was driving that way” Jared

The genuine art is that of nature, God’s world where things bloom and die, ripen and grow. Gwendrina

“Sometimes we must dig through solid rock to unearth the core, the dream, the hope.” Rich Roach

We’re always mesmerized, caught in a stop-in-step stare in the turn of season to season. Jantanleo

“humans do not have a very good record as far as learning to play well with others.” Kerri Rochelle

“your curtain falls just where it raised like your future into past.” Mark S. Scheffer

We momentarilly catch a glimpse of some hidden meaning in the emptiness of the blank pages of a book, in the laughter of a child, in the caress of a loved one’s hand but then it is gone, like the fading import of a brightly coloured dream that vanishes upon awaking. Willowdown

Our job on this Earth (is) to be a loving caretaker of our loves, the world’s countless glories, and our own sense of being a poetic being. Rich Roach

Anywhere is Paris if the emotions are right. Ely

the real self is essentially indefinable and ungraspable, transcending all aspects of culture, race, sexuality. etc. Willowdown

Spring renews and both wing and root allow us to anchor our inner strength and launch our imagination into flight. Gwendrina

“for flowers bloom but oh, so brief, but time, oh time, slips like a thief,” bungler (Douglas)

It’s my longing to dress it and keep it so that when I die, it bears no more burdened mark than a flight-swept wing print in powdered snow. Brian Lowry

One day perhaps the stars themselves will be turned into flowers Willowdown

Oh sorrow pass me by for I am weak,  trinimade (Maryse)

Nature reawakens within us and we are not “more ancient,” we are simply “more.” Rich Roach

For though I know the language of the sun
it is so hard to catch each burnished ray, Douglas

the drift of Autumn’s sweet perfume  shows clear why each and every little seed is sown Douglas

all is nothing without knowing love,
not even all the counted stars above Rebecca Jane Munday

“Poets have no need of wings; their lines soar unto the heavens and burn brighter than the sun.” Douglas (bongler)

I want to tie my family together with a huge ribbon so that we don’t lose any more. Maryse

“The bloom in life is worth the few thorns along the way.” Kerri Rochelle

A rainbow is draped across the roof of the sky. Willowdown

the soul doesn’t abandon us; we wander from the purity of simple vision Rich Roach

although the roadmaps are plentiful reliable signposts are scarce… Willowdown

when chlldren look up, we must always kneel down. They are the eyes and ears and the knowledge of the future, not to mention our pension providers. Douglas (bongler)

Poets sing the songs of rivers and they sing the songs of stones; Willowdown

“living in the gratitude that is “happiness doubled by wonder” Brian (meadowglenfarm)

“Okra was not intended to be eaten, it is just a practical joke that got outta hand.” zJared

… there is a pulse within Winter, a sense of flight and imaginative sensation. Gwendrina

In the hour of absent Emperors even a common purveyor of mushrooms may be mistaken for one of the Primordial Ones. Willowdown

free flight of fancy, it’s the only way to travel bongler (Douglas)

In stillness we find our brightest reflections of great light. Jantanleo

Of all the creature’s that He’s blessed I think He likes His songbirds best: Willowdown

“In winter, … every branch is a bare hand Reaching out to a limitless sky” Brian Lowry

The soul bares itself like the landscape and seeks more of the light, exhales its fear and remembers the vulnerability of being human. Gwendrina

 

“man-made does not stand a chance at outdoing God-made”   trinimade

nature does not shake its fist at fate Nectarfizz

“Make kites, not War.Origami is for Everybody!” Willowdown

“A muse in every sight and sound From birdsong to whispering wind The earth’s poetry never dies” Deb Benson

“retaliation and war are supported by our economic system. Peaceableness is not…” Brian Lowry/MeadowGlenFarm

I hope the frost comes in soft shoes. trinimade

Rage is the blade that mows the last remaining flower Rich Roach

Only God can measure failure or success – we have neither the eyes or the heart Willowdown

(faith is) “where the wind slides in between the ribs and fills the lungs with an inexplicable breath of certainty” Gwendrina

“Let tomorrow define tomorrow” Nectarfizz

…the time-defying acts of inspiration that make up the ridiculous wonder that we call life. Rich Roach

“a journey once begun has many a reckoning”  Liz  (BlueLizard3006)

“Between sky and water poetry lives – always on -” Rich Roach

“She steps easily into her days, evenings, & nights.” Jantanleo

 contentment is not a learner’s companion. Nectarfizz

until the light from the lantern grows dim Deb Benson

I will search barefoot for somthing rare- Gwendrina

 These lil’ poems are like little movies of their own. We just send them away from mind to mind Jantanleo

“A bird only needs to know it can fly, not why.” Douglas

that wasteland of yourself, between dead stone and rare poetry msscheffer

“The poet, a thimble sent to fill a well” smzang

To drown your sorrows seems unwise; let laughter fill tomorrow’s eyes. Rich Roach

“There is committed craftsmanship in the forging of a firm foundation.” Nectarfizz

“Our pathway, a mountain with sun on its face ” smzang

Tunes fall sweetest on the tuneful ear Rich Roach

Whatever is captured on the wind is never lost, merely in transit. bongler

it’s like waiting for the moon at noon, msscheffer

“Eternity is measured in long and purposeful strides” Willowdown

Taking things down to their simplest elements makes the miracle of life all the more startling and the race to destruction equally so. Sabresun

“We are the souls who dance on fallow page” Gene Dixon

“A snowflake caught, soon leaves empty hands,” smzang

“The days labor

gives back its blessing.” MeadowGlenFarm

 Fire brushes canvas
before charcoal sketches bone. Brian Lowry

“Dreaming profound simplicities- Love Laughter with friends Black Jelly beans” Wintersong

‘Water?’ scowled the wizened versifier, ‘Madam, I am a poet not a duck, Willowdown

to taste the fruits, drink of the wine, contained within each precious line. bongler

I think poets are the “souls of the stage” of life, and thus affect the very fabric of humanity. Rich Roach

 

 

 

 

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