For Freedom/#haiku

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Neither slave nor beast

yet bound and silenced were we

blind brutality

 

Eternity weeps

for separation within

the heart of their thought

 

We must make amends

and face the Light clasping hands

all souls free at last

 

Cheryl KP

copyright 2018

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Bee Camaraderie/Photography/Poetry

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Why can’t we

learn to see

that

 

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like the bee

flying free

bloom to tree,

 

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No derison

or division…

camaradrie.

Copyright words and images CKP 2018

 

 

 

The Bee and Me/Photography/Poetry

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Moments,

saved from

Nature’s tapestry,

woven in hues

of greens and blues….

 

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Spun gold overcoats

and gossamer wings,

a thousand kisses

left on velvet blush

as the wind sings..

 

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Embrace perfection

with tenderness,

cradled in your arms

it thrives, sublime!

Moments,

stolen unawares,

like precious gems,

seashells on the sand,

kept in heart’s

book of days,

and treasured

beyond measure.

How happy we,

the bee and me!

 

Cheryl P

copyright words and images

2018

 

Remember Me

 

Remember Me

 

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Remember me,

tho nevermore

my face you’ll see,

for I will still

abide with thee

in shadows long-

unfettered-free,

reaching

towards eternity,

yet will I come

if only ye

have need and lonely

call to me-

thus to your side

and swiftly!

forever where I long to be.

 

Hear my voice in

the cicada serenade,

feel my touch in

sunlight on your skin,

see me in the smile of a child-

running wild,

for shall I be!

Do not weep,

when ’ere you sleep,

for we shall meet

in dreams as sweet

as honeysuckle dew

Remember me,

I’ll not forget you.

 

Cheryl KP

copyright words and image

2018

 

Golden/Poetry/Photography

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Pure delight-

veil of oblivion

obscures the world

of curious eyes,

no more you and me,

we blend as one in

ecstatic golden euphoria

that numbs the senses

shatters my defenses,

soul laid bare and

barely aware of time,

our enemy and friend

and thus we pretend

we are are its master

as it marches ever faster,

stealing the future,

clouding the past,

as evening casts

long shadows

where we lay

spent,

content,

he ticks his tock,

this bitter clock

called a life,

within its well

hope springs

eternal!

 

CherylKP

copyright words and image 2018

 

 

 

What Matters…

What we hold in the palm of our hands,

delicate gift, the heart understands.

What we possess but forget

in the wake of regret

withers in shadow

of doubt.

 

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Fragrant remains of desire,

kindling for funeral pyre,

The bits that you clutch,

have so numbed your touch,

while faint memory lingers

I slip through your fingers

as dust in the wind

and no way to mend

the bridge that once

called you a friend.

Forgotten.

 

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2018