“Wise One”
by Leslie Noyes
Speak to me in weighted words, of life and love and pain,
Grant me wisdom for the journey; sing to me your wise refrain.
Oh Artemis, sear through my soul, expose my every fear,
And I will soar past all who hinder, by your guidance steer.
Take flight and leave me desolate, a weakling in your wake,
Or remain and offer counsel while so much remains at stake.
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This is another one of my collaborative efforts with Julie Powell. 
“Lotus Flower Muse”
by Leslie Noyes
Fully formed
In Mind, as well
As in Flesh
and Bone.
Risen in Joy
Supplicant of
None save Life
Alone.
No meekly made
Maiden from
Mortal womb
Born.
Nor yet from
Buddha has she
Sprung this
Morn.
Softness and
Strength
Entwined in
Supple Limbs.
Fruit of
Lotus claims
Rebirth as
Her gift.
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He snores beside me,
deeply, but not too loud.
Maybe after three days of
fevered restlessness he has
Found some equilibrium.
Just outside our hotel
room, people frolic in the
Warm waters of the blue green
bay, while I play Words With
Friends on my iPhone.
A morning spent on the beach
alone, pretending to be a
Minor celebrity escaping
pursuit by rabid paparazzi
Proved far too lonely.
So I drank too much rum punch
before returning to the dark
Comfort of our air conditioned
suite where I slipped beneath
Cool sheets to be with him.
Remember
By Leslie Noyes
Drums and bullets, flags and fervor, we sweep up after and send off prayers.
Disembodied, disbelief; lives discarded randomly, scattered into layers.
We weep without restraint for the city of lights, while honoring her resilience
No torrent of terror can quell her ultimately exuberant existence.
Songs of mourning and songs of praise intermingle seamlessly,
Joie vient le matin humanity sings in voices lifted triumphantly.
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Some silly poetry today. I’ve always enjoyed the whimsical poems of Ogden Nash, and attempted to channel him a bit in these two offerings:
“Ode to a Knot”
–by Leslie Noyes–
Perhaps invention of the wheel
Earns history’s highest spot,
Yet, I would argue heartily
In favor of the knot.
Kudos to the underdogs
Who ventured out of frame,
To find a better method
Of fastening everything.
Whosoever first declared,
“Look I’ve found a way
To hold my furs up comfortably
And make them firmly stay!”
And she who finally realized
Her stitches would best remain
When tidy knots were employed
At both ends of the same.
You may argue for the wheel
Or for microprocessing chips
As for me I’ll sing knots’ praise
As mankind’s greatest gift.
“The Knot’s Untying”
–by Leslie Noyes–
”Twas not the knot’s fault
For not holding taut.
The knotter was for naught,
And herself poorly taught.
I couldn’t wait to share this inaugural piece of a collaborative effort between my blogging friend, Julie Powell, and me:
https://spark.adobe.com/page/pQ1SAnAuHuXtn/?w=0
Julie and I are matching my poetry with her gorgeous photography. She’s the brains behind the Spark link above. I am in awe of how wonderful our first piece looks.
Check out more of Julie’s photography at https://juliepowell2014.wordpress.com/ and watch for future pieces from our joint effort. I’m so pumped!
Peace, people!
Last week I posted a poem about a flock of ducks in response to my sister-in-law, Lyn, referring to them as a herd. (Complete post below)
As it turns out there are a great many names for a group of ducks. Thanks to my friend Derrick whose wonderful blog can be found at https://derrickjknight.com I’ve discovered several new duck designations. Derrick pointed out
And his comment led me to google:
I especially like “badelynge” so I’ve changed my poem:
“A Herd of Ducks”
Strutting for all the world to see, a herd of ducks came calling.
Ate our muffins, blueberry and bran, their manners so appalling.
Nary a thanks in quacked accent as these feathered friends departed
Don’t they ken we’re a badelynge? Drake did ask, waddling as he farted.
Here’s the original post:
My sister-in-law, Lyn, and her husband, Mike, are staying the weekend at Baron’s Creekside near Fredricksburg, Texas. Their accommodation is a quaintly furnished cabin on a quiet lake.
This morning, Lyn posted,
And these photos:
My contribution follows:
“A Herd of Ducks”
Strutting for all the world to see, a herd of ducks came calling.
Ate our muffins, blueberry and bran, their manners so appalling.
Nary a thanks in quacked accent as these feathered friends departedDon’t they ken we’re a flock? The drake did ask, waddling as he farted.
I turned to Studly Doright a few minutes ago and said, “I’ve got nothing. No blog ideas. No inspiration.”
He grunted. So here’s a post about grunts.
“Grunting Muse”
Honey can you help me?
Ungh?
I need an idea now.
Mmmph.
Anything on your mind?
Hunh?
Something with some zow?
Ergh!
You’ve been so very helpful!
Whuh?
With all your clever sounds.
Hmmm!
My muse you’ve been, as usual.
Shhsh!
Your wisdom knows no bounds.
Harrumph
Peace, people!
My sister-in-law, Lyn, and her husband, Mike, are staying the weekend at Baron’s Creekside near Fredricksburg, Texas. Their accommodation is a quaintly furnished cabin on a quiet lake.
This morning, Lyn posted,
And these photos:
My contribution follows:
“A Herd of Ducks”
Strutting for all the world to see, a herd of ducks came calling.
Ate our muffins, blueberry and bran, their manners so appalling.
Nary a thanks in quacked accent as these feathered friends departed
Don’t they ken we’re a flock? The drake did ask, waddling as he farted.
“Gateway“
Overgrown, cloistered
broken path beckons enter,
mysteries await
Beyond yon gateway
sweet surcease entices all
safe harbor perhaps?
Or a peaceful mask
for unbounded violence
does this door provide?
We find as we seek
death or life, evil or good,
poison or sweet balm
Enter then at risk
of encountering your fate
heart safely guarded
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Praying for Eyebrowz 