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Spring Sprung -Promote Yourself

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Melifluous, superfluous and glorious
Dandelions and kerya carousing
Dark deadened corners to life.

(I know mellifluous has two ls but I prefer it with one)
(otherwise it looks like melly flew us)

(Now it doesn’t look right either way)
(But hey…it is Spring!)

Cheryl Bhagwandin
http://www.cheryl62blog.wordpress.com

Early Spring by William Wordsworth -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

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I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:–
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM
SENT IN BY YOU WHAT’S YOURS ?

Virgin Spring – Promote Yourself

 

Fountain of Youth

 Once there was a fountain

In a distant, uncultivated land.

Purely, it flowed and glimmered,

Untouched by human hand.

 

After it was discovered

Many flocked to taste.

They stayed awhile and visited

And few left in haste.

 

Soon the men grew weary

Of stooping for a drink,

So they made a hollow stick

Allowing them to stand at the brink.

 

This boosted the stream’s popularity

And the visitors increased.

Yet soon it was rumored that

The spring’s coolness had decreased.

 

The traveler’s purchased blocks

Of ice from merchants of the sea.

They placed them in the fountain

In hopes, they’d discovered the key.

 

The ice cooled the stream

For awhile, then melted all away

Leaving traces of where it’d been

Which were unnoticed in that day.

 

Again the men complained

Of the hike made for a sip,

So they decided to allow one another

To bring their bottles for a dip.

 

With such a precious water

Transported throughout the land,

Word of the spring grew,

So its pioneers developed a plan.

 

Today, the sacred water can

Be purchased in any shop:

Seven-eleven, Exxon, Wal-Mart

It sells on my street for three bucks a pop.

 

As for the quiet spring,

It dried up years ago,

And the water in the bottles

Comes from a sink in Idaho.

Bio: Kayla I. Shown-Dean is the author of Muted and her newly published collection of poetry, Autumn Leaflets. She is also a blogger and regular contributor to shortfictionbreak.com.

Kayla is also a member of White County Creative Writers and Arkansas Women Bloggers, and she attends the annual Writer’s Retreat at the Hemingway-Pfeiffer Museum.

In addition to writing, Kayla has a full-time job at a local university, and she teaches English part-time as an adjunct. She lives with her husband and son, who is a preschooler. When she has free time, Kayla enjoys reading, writing, blogging, painting, drawing, and singing. Visit her blog at www.kideanaround.com

Spring is in the air


Songbirdwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

I feel a spring in my step

Are you feeling it yet?

The temperature is better

According to the weather

The brollies have gone

The blackbird is singing his song

I see more smiling faces

Amongst all the races

People have more energy

Or is this just positive me

The skies look very blue

Do you have a spring in your step too?

Gillian Sims

The Beautiful Spring – Promote Yourself

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“I was here first,” said the snowdrop: “look!”
“Not before me!” sang the silver brook.
“Why,” cried the grass, “I’ve been here a week!”
“So have I, dear,” sighed a violet meek.

“Well,” piped a bluebird, “don’t leave me out!
I saw the snow that lay round about.”
“Yes,” chirped a snowbird, “that may be true;
But I’ve seen it all the bleak winter through.”

“I came betimes,” sang the southwind, “I!”
“After me, love!” spake the deep blue sky.
“Who is it cares?” chimed the crickets gay:
“Now you are here, let us hope you’ll stay.”

Whispered the sun, “Lo! the winter’s past:
What does it matter who’s first or last?
Sky, brooks, and flowers, and birdies that sing,
All help to make up the beautiful spring.”

George Cooper

SPRING’S PROMISE – Promote Yourself

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