Long, quiet walk, friendly talk in whispered tones
Not to disturb Nature left behind in this crowded suburb
She is so precious now, wrapped in freshness of morning dew
Sacred spot in the brick and asphalt jungle, thick with man animals
And materialistic cannibals, so triumphistic in architectural victory
So we step ever so silently, serenely marking time, gently reverent
To go home, not the same, not unchanged, priorities rearranged
Take me back to the earth of human birth
So to go forth in knowing my own worth
And let me feel the wind round every bend
While ocean waves kiss the shore in motion
With magical music of the Cosmos musing
Over this world so confusing while moving
Toward eternal flames of heaven leavened
With the souls of saints and sinners alike
And so I make this lasting return to nature
As the perfect portraiture of my character
Fields
Dead fields
In dread cold
Of Winter’s fold
Now in frozen hold
As enchanted wind blows
And icy crystal streams flow
From the netherworld just below
Where the sun dies yet to rise again
To regain once more his immortal reign
Note: An Etheree is a type of poem which has ten lines. It goes in an order on the lines corresponding to the amount of syllables on it. It is a successive one to one system. So, the counts literally go up 1, 2, ,3, 4 and so on up to 10 syllables.
This type of poem can also go in reverse. Simply count down the numbers starting with ten. Or there can be something called a Double Etheree. This means that the lines will count upwards, and then at ten, ten is repeated and then it is counted down. So a Double Etheree is actually a 20 line poem.
I
One simple ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds,
Proudly and soundly focusing its power upon the earth,
Making the mountains its hearth ‘n giving birth to hope;
Aye! The whole world is in the scope of this solitary ray
That pays one hundredfold the breath of its tiny breadth;
And what can compare to the might of its bright light?
None and so soon to drive out all blight and every fright;
Yea, night turns to day with but one strand of sunshine
So fine and ever so piercing the clouds of gloom ‘n doom
II
Earth revolves around Sol, greater light to rule the day
And stay the powers of stark darkness in its own ways
With rays of brightness – happy song sung long on sea
And land by bands of people and all creatures living –
And how shall we describe him or ascribe him majesty
With glory, yet Sol is but an icon, very pure and simple,
Of the first and everlasting Light that shines brighter
And dispels thick black without a lack of magnificence,
So that Sol is but a child, young ‘n wild, by comparison
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