My Brother
Before he died
Contemplating
The incessant
Activity of the ocean
He told me once,
Life comes from
Or our mother waters
Death should terminate
In mother nature waters.
I have found my tomb.
Now when I visit
The ocean and
I watch the activity
Of the waves
I think of him.
© E A Gomezx)
The Brontosaurus
There is a brontosaurus in my backyard that only I can see.
And when I want to look in the bird nest, he lifts me high in the tree.
We play and run, jump and hide all day.
There's no one but me that my brontosaurus can see
And I can hear what he has to say.
There is a brontosaurus in my backyard that only I can see
And every night, he goes to bed with me.
Autumn
Misty Haze,
Morning Dew,
Watery sun,
Comes into view.
Leaves fall,
Orange and brown,
floating down,
Like fairies,
on the ground
The owl swoops low,
A shadow across the moon,
A flurry of brown,
Flash of white,
Into the night.
Our Featured Poet of the Months -2010
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