Poetry by M.J. Adams



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gray skies overhead

I've traveled your misty seas from bed

I gathered stars to form a mast

and sailed away to moon at last

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Stephanie

angel faced

honey haired

freckle kissed doll

almond shaped

ocean eyes

make everything small

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reaching down to grasp the soil

flowing through my fingers

moments in so many lives

sense of oneness lingers

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past cannot harm or trouble us more

we ride the wind now and with it we soar

through field and forest and mystical land

if your fear takes you then just grab my hand

together we travel the sea and the sky

our love remains strong long after we die

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mirror image in the stream

you are much different than you seem

your nose too big, your eyes too small

your soul is beauty, you still walk tall

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Trip to the City

lights blinding

noises deafening

smells acrid

pain

mind tired

body numb

time passing

movement

lights soft

noises quiet

smells familiar

home

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how long is the night

in which we sail away?

morning mists bring us the answer

as the sun shines on the bay

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picnic by the sea

water licks our feet

sand in your hair

minds free from mundanity

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Conversation with a Leaf

"Maple leaf blowing down the street -

Where would you go if you had feet?"

"I care not of the human way.

Over me, the wind holds sway."

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Wife

biggest piece of my peace

shelter from my storm

shade in my deserts

takes so many forms

but she doesn't see

she's all this to me

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On a dragonfly

beautiful brightly colored things

buzzing here and there with wings

and diving down for all I know

for some small creature which hides below

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On a snail

Oh finest snail, how have you been?

You glisten with a glossy sheen

and through your forest of green you go

how long, my friend, will you wander so?

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misty rivers from the skies

love I feel within her eyes

crisp cold air I feel today

to bed I go, with her I lay

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Oak

oh glorious wild but gentle beast

on your spirit I shall feast

I'll lie beneath your limbs so wide

and into joy my soul shall slide

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Paris

grass as a pillow, tower above

falling leaves filter the sky

lit up buildings, hearts full of love

in Paris this fall, you and I

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leaves intricate flowing in whirlwind formation

formless form comes to view

feelings soar in thoughtless elation

these moments in life are but few

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I step into a hostile land

I'm shielded by her hand

and when evil comes to play

her love just blocks its way

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scent of recent rain

my hand floats through the window

riding a kind wind

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Missing Her

oh gentle sky look after her

my absence makes me fear

some evil that I cant deter

may force from her a tear


until I land upon that shore

you promise to me this

by day you give thy fiery lore

by night you give thy kiss


let thy sun beam down its charm

and shine thy stars above

keep my maiden far from harm

she is my only love

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mushrooms and leaves all about

I pause to watch a red leaf

it falls from its twig to the ground

change flows through all things

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home feelings stir in my soul

strand of hair up my sleeve

my mind travels to her location

comfort flows as I move on my way

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Marriage

window into floating soul

soaring high above divide

merging, now we form a whole

embarking on a lifelong ride

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lonely second, hour and day

lonesome time while she's away

memories so bright they burn

haunt me until her return

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sky speaking to me

high above the crisp red leaves

the peace I yearn for

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the dusk of his life

he fades into night

who was he and what is this cost

was he really known

it's taken him home

my grandfather's life is now lost

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how I long to be with you

within a field of green and blue

with tiny petals, grassy knolls

and little house to store our souls

we'll listen to the late night rain

bouncing off our window pane

and when we fade in our old age

our lives will last upon this page

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Dream journey--

tears streaming down

as I reach the end

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autumn dawn

the scent of her hair

as I open my eyes

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crisp, strong winter wind

a maple leaf blows into –

a shining puddle

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cold December day

small ripples on a puddle -

as the wind blows

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gusts of wind blowing

the rain soaked grasses gleaming

as the sun bursts forth

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coldest winter day

there is no soul in sight here - 

on this lonely street

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the onion bhaji girl

selects the tasty in life

shy, but none know why

the world should be her sky 

expansive, shining and full -

of opportunity

kind and beautiful one

with a heart made of candy

sweet and so treasured

last piece selfishly mine

the open wrapper reveals -

glittering soul of gold 

eyes closed, to better see

the heart I always share with her

will she take my hand?

like sea stones taking shape

the passage of time will mold -

a statue of our love

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wild eyed youth with his head in the air

stares at humans without recognition

he sees the magic in the daily dose -

of dullery

giraffes out of street lamps

life out of wooden blocks

the wind blown door shuts and becomes -

a man named Bob

education and fact will take away his vision

and replace it with solemn loneliness

deprived of the rainbow hues of life

his mind is a black and white advertisement

for a bitter candy

nobody wants one

there is no market


sharp tongued quick witted fraud of a man

crawls through life condemning his knifelike mind

he's lost his flight feathers and can't take off -

from his prison

at his thursday meeting

he discusses metrics

twenty four hour operations -

driving him mad

he fights to maintain his individuality

to find the tropical colors he lost

rejecting the labels he receives

he makes them into compost for his garden

he grows the fruit of self

the sweetest fruit of all

it sells like hot cakes 

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glittering moment in time

sipped from an earthen vessel

hand thrown with care and deep love

to house the steaming freshness

stolen from the young green shoots

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A warm sip of tea - 

the red maple leaves blow

in the autumn breeze

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Evening walk - 

The crunching of feet

On the fallen acorns

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scent of lilacs - 

a small child's ice cream cone

melts on the pavement

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Sunday afternoon - 

the television plays

another western

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old cottage -

the wooden beam drops

flecks of dust

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moonlit evening - 

the cricket and electric fan

duet

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mess of paper

on the table

three o’clock meeting

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Scottish winter - 

the scent of coal burning

as the snow falls

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Scottish summer,

the rays of sun outnumbered

by drops of rain

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My footsteps echo through the hall as I make my way to the door. I take hold of the old handle and turn it, though it rattles in protest. I slip inside the dark room, wincing as the door closes loudly. I don't want to disturb her. Getting undressed, the cold air bites my skin. I quickly pile the blankets on top of me as I move toward her.


eternity - 

the warmth of her body

as I lay down to sleep