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Leaves

by

Joyce Laura Bailey

How beautiful a carpet of autumn's fallen leaves
for though subdued they are imbued with varying
color schemes. Muted tones of browns are seen
ochred yellows so serene and here and there a touch
of red remnants from the flower beds.

Wrinkled now their lifespan done no more to bask
in morning sun, no more to feel the cooling rain
no sap now coursing through their veins. From spring
to fall their beauty shared, shed, denuded trees
stand bared.


Roses

by

Joyce Laura Bailey


Delicately petaled roses pale pinks
to white softly scented perfume early
morn till late of night. Permeating,
sensualizing, encouraging one to breathe
the aromatic therapeutic spell that
roses weave.

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Voices

by

Joyce Laura Bailey


Soft blow you wind direct your force
but gently now to me that I might sway
as if in dance and totally feel free and
when the dance is at its end your breathing
but a sigh, once more will I stand stately
tall and wish you fond good bye

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Emmergence

by

Joyce Laura Bailey


Arduous as butterfly's emmergence
released from cumbersome yoke,fragile
wings now spread and do invoke feelings.

Never doubting who and what it would
become,today butterfly and I became
as one.

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Sunrise

by

Joyce Laura Bailey

Tis early morning the sun is rising,I stop my car for
I'm surmizing this intrinsic scene is just for me and
I sit mesmerized my hands on my knees, breathing the
outline of trees all a shimmer denuded of leaves yet
forming a glimmer of light soft as petals as it glides
through the water to the beach where it settles.

A small rowboat abandoned and lonely lies there and sits
in dark shadows unoccupied where,once it was skimming the
water with ease it's surreal and I gaze at bared beauty
of trees. The sun's beauteous rise I'm amazed at the
dawning, hypnotizing,enrapturing, encompassing,
enthralling.

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Springs Awakening

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Joyce Laura Bailey



Gently, gently, melts the snow sheerest ice
the last to go moss beneath begins to show
springs mantled grove.

A footsteps tread the seal is broke, released
at last from winter's yoke the sodden earth
breathes now to invoke springs mantled grove.

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The Swan

by

Joyce Laura Bailey


Beauteous swan your elegance renowned
as glide through waters edged by lilies
white no ripples seen as onward go you on.
Though on the ground your elegance be lost
ungainliness of walk exacts the cost,yet
slipping into water casts the spell. Your
webbed feet unseen propel you on where swans
before have went their way and gone.

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Fragile

by

Joyce Laura Bailey

Touch me not even softly so fragile I feel, brittle
as ornamental ball hanging from evergreen. Sweet
smelling pine outside you should be ornamenting
forests for all to see walk I there in times of
fragility.

But touch me at this moment and shattered will I be
into tiny fragments longing to be free. Each particle
to glisten in morning sun, each to absord shimmering
droplets when saturating rain is done.settling at last
on blanketed moss. Shattered but not lost.

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The Web

by

Joyce Laura Bailey

I walk the garden one summer's morn and chance upon
beside the lawn between the gateposts intricately
woven a spider's web whole, untouched, unbroken.
Glistening in the morning dew I see the spider come
to view her sticky magnet to ensnare insects who
are unaware and all at once a fly is caught its twists
and turns with fear are fraught but all its efforts are
in vain I see the strength begin to wane as she spins
her encasement for future fare and just as quickly returns
to her lair

to wait again.....

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Laura

by

Joyce Laura Bailey

Laura, lover of bowers shimmering towers cascading
water flora, fauna. Silken tresses each caresses
delicate shoulders white and bared, azure eyes
encompass all yet linger by the waterfall.

Gentle doves adorn her towers bear her flowers, hover
there. Weaving silken threads of webs in and through
the flower beds light her tread with fingers trailing
vines entwine anticipating of her touch.

Water bubbles dance on air delicate and free from care,
touched flower petals give their softness offer perfume
floral wares. At last adieu her smile arresting breezes
sigh attesting to her love.

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The Swallow

by

Joyce Laura Bailey

He soars on high and dips and weaves gliding deftly
between the trees, then his purpose realized the
saga unfolds before my eyes.He alights on the box
but alas it is taken by a pair of small sparrows
who appear to be shaken by the gall of the swallow
thus setting in motion the instinctual need to defend
prove devotion.For all of their nestlings lay huddled inside awaiting the food that their parents provide,in
complete unawareness of what is ensuing their eyes
not yet open no chance for a viewing, and so with much gesture the swallow is chastened a peck to his head
decides flight should be hastened, he soars gives his
call and is joined by his mate. Together they fly for
the eve is now late.

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Soft Tread You Now Love

by

Joyce Laura Bailey

Soft tread you now love to my bed and place your hands
about my head for weariness has shrouded me without your
love I cannot be for love has overtaken me.

To be without you day by day thoughts are scattered in disarray I do not sleep awake I yearn to feel your love to want to burn with sweet desire.

Oh the heights of sweet caresses softness of touch on my golden tresses. To have known the taste of your lips on mine have enraptured and captured this heart of mine.

So come to me when day is done our souls again will be as one and tread you lightly to my bed that I might once more
lay my head upon your chest and feel your heart

becoming once again a part of you.

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Dawn

by

Joyce Laura Bailey


Tis morn, just before the hour of dawn, birds
still slumber I hear no cheeping for most of the
inhabitants appear to be sleeping. Yet in the garden
life has begun a busy spider her web all but spun
proudly displays the work now done.

A cat slinks home from his nightly prowl, I no longer
hear the hoot of owl. Flowers heads bent now in sleep
tightly closed in beauty sleep... s i l e n c e......
surrounds this ethereal scene delineated by lawns of
green.

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Seal Hunt

by

Joyce Laura Bailey

Baby seal pups their eyes opened wide such horror
surrounds them how can they survive when hundreds
of babies already have died while their mothers
watch helpless their eyes terrified.

Yesterday they slept fed and ate with their kin
who could have known that these men would come in with
their clubs and their knives no conscience have they
AYE MAIM,SLAUGHTER,SKIN all in a day's pay.

Small bodies in heaps not white now blood red some
still show movement dear God not yet dead? How is it
possible that this carnage goes on till like other
species all will be gone.

What is it in man that's so terribly cruel? Having
nature's that somehow appear to be duel for at home
with their families they seem not unkind but out on
the ice flows the souls become blind.

Oft times I'm ashamed of the whole human race, when
our basic instincts surface we are totally base. What
on earth are we thinking? It's no thought at all for
God sake wake up, start heeding the call. This
paradise NATURE is here for us all......... to enjoy.

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CONVICTION (VILLANELLE)

by

Joyce Laura Bailey

Do not disregard your heart I pray,
conscience speaks of what is wrong or right.
Others will entice, lead you astray.

To participate in war, to join the fray,
would be against your principals, a blight.
Do not disregard your heart I pray.

It takes much strength of will to loudly say,
I will not, cannot ignore the enemy's plight.
Others will entice, lead you astray.

Wars have been the cause of world decay,
possession, power, greed becomes a right.
Do not disregard your heart I pray.

Objectors have the need to run away,
cowardice the label pinned to them in spite.
Others will entice, lead you astray.

Medals should be alloted to the "nays"
for those who steadfastly refuse to fight.
Do not disregard your heart I pray.
Others will entice, lead you astray.