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Haiku #4, 6/12/08

ravenswingpoetry — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 17:30:27 +0000

clouds overhead
and pastel clouds on a stick
cotton candy day

Written 6/12/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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Haiku #3, 6/12/08

ravenswingpoetry — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 17:28:58 +0000

summer cloud ceiling
pins down the hot thick air
wetness without rain

Written 6/12/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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Haiku #2, 6/12/08

ravenswingpoetry — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 17:27:51 +0000

opening skyward
blooms of every color
joyful, unashamed

Written 6/12/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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Haiku #1, 6/12/08

ravenswingpoetry — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 15:55:52 +0000

heavy white blanket:
new snow covers the graveyard -
the dead are sleeping

Written 6/12/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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Tabloids

ravenswingpoetry — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 23:45:58 +0000

Misery
Loves company -
And companies
Love misery,
Especially those whose brightly colored
Rags beckon from the check-out counter.
I counter
Their gossip
With a look of disdain
As they profit from stardom’s pain.

Written 4/29/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Haiku #2, 4/29/08

ravenswingpoetry — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 23:40:51 +0000

Blooming flower tree -
Electric purple branches
Reach up to the sky.

Written 4/29/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Haiku # 1, 4/29/08

ravenswingpoetry — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 23:37:15 +0000

Statue of Mary
Standing stone still, her arms are
Forever outstretched.

Written 4/29/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Sex

ravenswingpoetry — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 16:14:54 +0000

Can you dissect
Sex?
For some a reflex,
For some it reflects
The love and longing
That abide inside
Those swept away in the tide
Of another person’s universe.
For some, it’s a curse.
There are some that do nurse
Their emptiness and loneliness
And sex much becomes a crutch.
Some flee
The sea
And its rushing hormone tides
Because of still raw wounds inside,
And some believe the lie
That those who partake die.
Yet some do drown there
In that sea and never resurface for air
And some are swept away
To a lonely reef
In the not-so-specific
Island stream of broken hearts.
Yet others are torn apart.
But the smart course to take
To try to avoid heartache
Is to guide your boat,
See the signs
And the lines
On the map to your heart’s
And love’s desire.
Now I’ll retire
My words
With one more thing
To reflect -
You must respect
Sex.

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Birth

ravenswingpoetry — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 01:27:45 +0000

Empty echoes
As sound bounces off of space -
I watch a slow, serene birth
As pipes and wood meet
And mesh
To form one plural voice of many -
E pluribus unum;

Mechanics breathe a wind of life
Inside
Square wooden lungs

And a pipe organ is born.

Flame Journey

ravenswingpoetry — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 14:10:37 +0000

Dance, flame. Dance.
Dance and undulate.
Lick, flicker, and prance -
Rotate, jump, and gyrate.
Reach to Heaven
And let our prayers hitch a ride
On the heat and the smoke
While your spent wax glides
Down your smooth candle-sides
And pools on the glass votive bottom below.
Reach with your brethren
Up to Heaven
As the heavy, incensed Hallelujahs
Waft up
To the rafters
To the hereafter
And reach the throne room of the Majestic Almighty God:

“Lord, hear our prayer.”