A Walk on the Beach

A Walk on the Beach

The morning-fresh waves wash up on the beach,

washing away my footprints and tickling my feet.

A salty scent gets caught in the breeze swirling through the warm, air,

blow across the beach to graze the shells of beauty with no compare.

The palm trees dark against the rising sun on the horizon,

As they dance with the wind with such grace it's as if they are one.

Peaceful , and quiet, it's how it should be.

Peace is good for for both you and for me.

As you sit down on the pale, white sand,

The rising sun's rays reach you like the fingers of a hand.

They warm you and bring renewed energy,

on your walk on the beach, by the cold, salty sea.

(old poem reposted Dec 6, 2017)

Civil War

A country against itself,

A friend against a friend.

Both drawing swords,

In a fight to the end.

One wrong word,

One wrong move,

Pulling down helmets,

Steeds stamping hooves.

There was a dispute,

Over some land,

Or bad communication,

So to combat: hand to hand.

Sun rising,

Friendship setting.

This isn’t something,

We shouldn’t be letting.

Over the hill,

The rivals do march.

A thirst for revenge,

Unquenchable parch.

With a battle cry,

They start to charge,

No more arguments,

Now it’s at large.

But we shan’t let the sun set,

in a provoked state.

Just give up the fight,

Or is it too late?

Because if you take to the sword,

that is to what you die.

It's better for both to win,

than to say goodbye.

It’s better to forgive,

For each one of us is a sinner.

Because there has never been a war,

that ever had a winner.

(old poem, Revised from 2011 version)

The Secrets of the Four Seasons

The Secrets of the Four Seasons

As the snowflakes dance

down to the could, frozen earth,

they sing their gentle song of gleeful mirth.

The icy, winter wind

sends chills down my spine,

bringing the sweet, fresh scent of the winter pine.

Such a cheerful time of year,yes it's spring!

it has the job of bringing the new

such as the happy fawn, bright pup, and eager duckling.

The wind drags the clouds

as it races through the blue sky happily.

As the rain falls, it feeds the smallest seed to the great, dancing tree.

As the air invites the gentle, ticking summer breeze,

warm weather takes over the land with such ease.

The waves of the beach cheer for their arrival to the land,

as they crawl their way up the soft, silent sand.

The sighing trees take a rest

and let go of their leaves so vibrant and bright,

letting them play in the wind, showing the world that nature's way is always right.

I marvel at the beauty of nature,

something I dare not ignore,

as I listen to the fearless wind whisper to me once more.

(another old poem, reposted Dec 6, 2017)

Blotz Poetry: Stellaillian

Blotz Poetry: Stellaillian

This is a Stellaillian.

Stellaillians eat stroodle, strawberries, smoothies, and soup at starlight, seven o'clock, sunny Sundays, and during Snowfall.

Stellaillians like sparkley slippers, slow snails, silly snakes, and super sales.

Stellaillian saves salamanders, sandals, special sticks, and soft stuff.

Stellaillian snuggled her sister, me.

(A very old poem, reposted Dec 6, 2017)

Fight for Freedom (poem for refugees)

Fight for Freedom (poem for refugees)

By Melody Tadeo

My heart is dreary, the night is cold,

As I look back upon the days of old.

Reaching back into my past,

I wonder if this night will be my last.

I lay on the cold, hard ground of this crowded camp,

the bright yellow moon providing as my only lamp.

My old past so full of happiness and peace,

seems so distant as peace reigns the least.

Now as a refugee I live in shame and fear,

Down my cheek rolls a single tear.

I'm left with not a worldly possession, only my soul.

Sometimes, the price of freedom is the ultimate toll.

I long for my family, home and soft bed,

But now all I have is the ground to rest my weary head.

My heart is left constantly filled with dread and sorrow,

as I look into the deep, blue sky and watch the unfolding of tomorrow.

I slowly breath in the dry, icy air,

and look beyond the horizon wondering if there's freedom out there.

Although the morning will be filled with pain, fear and of fight,

It looks like I've survived another night.

The blue sky turns red in the glow of the rising sun,

as I swear I'll forever fight for freedom until I have won.

(Old poem from about 2012 reposted to this site Dec 6, 2017)

Warplane

Warplane

I work in a factory

Building bombs for our boys.

I also have a garden,

and don’t like lots of noise.

I had a date tonight

with the girl I love,

But I’ll never get to go

Because something dropped above.

I flew a plane

to protect my family.

Went up 3000 feet

for my country’s glory.

My wife at home was pregnant,

With our first daughter and baby.

She was just born yesterday,

A lovely little lady.

I was called a dreamer

with everything to gain.

But I never saw my daughter,

because I saw your plane.

I am a young soldier

trying to be a man.

Only eighteen summers old,

but I’ll do the best I can.

I like to ride a bike,

my favourite colour is blue.

I have friends on the front lines,

and others I never knew.

It takes bravery to go to war,

some men go insane.

But I’ll never know who made it home

because of a warplane.

I am delivering lunch,

it was forgotten by Mommy.

She’s helping out our country,

at the factory.

I hear a screaming sound,

and look up at the rain.

But it isn’t from the clouds,

it’s from that warplane.

(a very old poem reposted to this site Dec 6, 2017)

Absence of Mind

Absence of Mind

Flying, falling,

Ending, rising.

The absence of presence,

Can be quite surprising.

Dreaming, recounting,

Coming, going.

Absence of presence,

Without even knowing.

Chasing, fleeing,

Touching, listening.

Eyes wide open,

Absent colours glistening.

Invisible, lies,

Truth, thought.

Absence of mind is present,

Otherwise it's not.

Spinning, stopping,

Running, crawling.

Procrastinating mind,

Without even stalling.

Illumination, deception,

unbroken, civilized.

Absence of absence,

makes the absent surprised.

Whispers, quiet,

Secret, misty.

Being late for absence,

Could be risky.

Floating, sinking,

Speaking, singing.

Drifting past open reality,

Absent ears ringing.

Pay, regret,

Give, steal.

Absence of the mind,

Is realizing the real.

Dawn, twilight,

Starting anew.

Only absence of mind,

Is the presence of you.

(old poem written in 2010 reposted to this site Dec 6, 2017)

The Secret of a Birdsong (A 2012 Petrarch)

The Secret of a Birdsong (2012)

Listen to each bird please and tell me what you hear,

Curiosity for defined meanings, be it passive or love.

Is it music of boredom or bereavement or is it to beguile?

Is the chorus singing together or in each their own style?

The bird that sits in the forest-tree socializes delicately

with other birds while he taunts me with unknown word,

My ears are too dumb to understand their gossiping chirps and whistles

If ignorance is bliss why am I green for the red bird?

So now I continue to so listen but for knowing I only long

to understand the harmonies and melodies and the secret of a birdsong.

- posted May 7, 2015

Uncaught (A 2012 Petrarch)

Uncaught (2012)

Poets try to explain the wonders of nature

human emotion and thought and heart.

Bring aft to human words and song life’s miracle,

What is science yet the original art.

Trees enclose the whispers of the soul

and bring a peace of reality within.

Describe the deepest of thoughts, happiness and bliss

under endless canvas of the heavens I only begin.

The joys of the breeze that carelessly baffle mountains

and secret trails cross a blue marbled sphere.

The swaying of the trees and every billow in the waves

Bring every wonder of life so dear.

Woe to my pen that tries desperately to grasp delicately,

the intricate beauty of nature that I feel and see!

- posted May 7, 2015

A Day Without Wind (2013)

A Day Without Wind (2013)

What it means to drown

Down the emotional depths of the conscious sea,

In a desperate search for identity.

To wonder of wonder that bends and breaks

And gives and takes the life of thee.

The journey of a thousand miles

To the end of the Earthen road.

Alone and weary through passages in time

Carrying an invisible, heavy load.

Yet who is this delivery for?

Who is it marked for ‘to’?

Why is there this journey long

When the recipient is you?

The burden of wandering wind

Of of old dust and new debris.

Wandering the winding passage of time

With the soul inside the breeze.

Until you meet a day without wind,

At the end of land and see.

Where you must discover fire

For a day without wind is a sad day indeed.

For I live in the wind and dance with the waves,

Harmonize with the whistling of the trees.

Whispering and searching

To to live still or in breeze.

- Melody Tadeo 2013, from Floral Notebooks collection, posted May 7, 2015

Behind the Maidenhair (Forget-me-Not) (from 2013)

Behind the Maidenhair (Forget-me-Not)

At the end of our story,

I give you carnation of stripe,

A handkerchief for memories,

And for the tears that it should wipe.

For all good things must end,

As a rose is sold for sage.

For I am but a white bud,

(We are) Yet to come of age.

As we hide behind the maidenhair,

I must admit my prayer.

Please forget-me-not (I’ll remember you),

And that you’ll know I care.

That my days will be of Zinnia,

Constant as bluebell,

After this fateful day

Where I wish you farewell.

- 2013 Melody Tadeo, Floral Notebooks collection, posted May 7, 2015