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Breathed Words by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/25/2008

Words upon a page
Scratched from a pen a thousand times
escaping the lips,
Breathed out countless breathes.
Effortlessly rolling off the tongue
Fingers make the motions offhand

But what of their meaning?
Can there be meaning in such a simple and essential gestures?
Of course, does not breathing have meaning?

In and out
the rhythm of life,
No thought occurs for it,
But it is one of the most vital acts.
And such is the nature of those words,
Written and said as though breathing,
Almost without deliberation...

...but special beyond thought,
Beyond conscious effort.
The words have gone beyond an effort
Of will and into a world of impulse.

No more do I say 'I love you'
as a man whom thinks of it.
I say 'I love you'
Because every bit of my being needs to say it,
As surely as I need to breathe.

My Pen by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/25/2008

My pen
Is a needle
Sewing up the pages
A tiny thin
Thread of ink
Stitching piercing and mending

My pen
Is a needle
Shooting up the pages
Injecting
Releasing and relieving
What cannot be erased

Witing (mirror acrostic) by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/25/2008

World of expression, noW
Reclaiming your passion, so give thanks to our makeR
Invisible words escaping from my soul like air from a bronchI
Teaching myself, feeling found deep in a poet’s hearT
Ink spilling out across the screen, words flowing free like snow beneath a skI
Never questioning myself, what does it meaN
Gathering my thoughts within my head, before EscapinG

Nature's Voice by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/25/2008

Silky raindrops soak the waiting ground
Harmonious birds circling above
Singing holy sounds
The fish in the river reflect their silver light
Cherry tree blossom
Covered in alight blanket of a snowy white
Robins with their chest on fire
Singing melodies
That will never tire
War isn’t their concern
Instead they will sing
When time calls their turn
Nature will sway with the tune
Of life
Braking out if it’s cocoon
Mother Nature will breathe a sigh in the morning light
If we happen
To disappear the night

A Single Rose by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/25/2008

When reality turns to memory
A single rose stands apart
Its bright petals turn to gray
The color drains
But the flower remains
The single rose keeps the memory alive
Tears from the eyes
Drip the color away
Creating a puddle of red
A single rose dulled
It stands alone
Apart from others
Beautifully gray and original
The single rose reminds us
Of the past days
In which the tears drained the colors away
A red puddle stands motionless
Below that brittle rose
The petals wither away
Falling one by one
Floating peacefully upon that puddle
They soak up what was lost
Revived with color
Sitting on the ground untouched
The stems still remains
Hung up and dry
That's when the single rose turns memory into reality

Autumn Breeze by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/25/2008

An evening sun set paints crimson skies
Orange, yellow and reds
Twirl around the air
Dancing to the melodies of winds

Beds of fallen leaves is lay
Waiting for an innocent lad
To leap into them
Clouds shadow the land
And the cool breeze
Nips you cheeks and nose
the petals of autumn
Play fireworks with colors sliding across the globe

summer waves goodbye
As winter awaits patiently
Butterflies sway drunkard
Sipping nectar from the last flowers
Pumpkins guard homes
While masks secure October’s end
Tricks or treaters carry bags of sugar coated delights
Baked pumpkin pies and cranberry sauces
Meals with families and friends
Create a scene before Christmas arrives

A walk in the park all around trees
Stand small and big
as branches kiss goodbye to the old
Before the new beginnings

… autumn breeze teases the senses
with the changes of colors

Shadow Puppets by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/25/2008

Creatures glide through a dark room-
onyx and fluid over their plaster backdrop.
Two-dimensional dogs and birds
bark, chatter, chirrup, and squeal
without a solitary sound.
Stories unfold, plot less, and meaningless,
as told by the most innocent.
An angry alligator becomes a shrieking cat
as easily as it does a cheery blue jay.
Suddenly, the nominal light fades into total darkness.
Without a bow, the silent actors rest-
but only until next nightfall.

A christmas Tree and Our Memory by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/23/2008

Our memory is a christimas tree
its branches adorned with thing we hold so dear
each moment, each day, week, month, and year
we had decorations to our memory

Remenber all you have through the year
from January to December and back again
each new memory is a
new ornament to hang on a branch ofyour tree

So stare in wonder at your christmas tree
and remember all the love ones left behind
each day will bring you warm memoires to share
together through out the year

A Christmas Tree and Our memory by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/23/2008

Our memory is a Christmas tree
Its branches adorned with thing we hold so dear
Each moment, each day, week, month, and year
We had decorations to our memory

Remember all you have through the year
From January to December and back again
Each new memory is a
New ornament to hang on a branch of your tree

So stare in wonder at your Christmas tree
And remember all the love ones left behind
Each day will bring you warm memories to share
Together through out the year

Love's Essence by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/23/2008

My love, your love…
Our love joined together as one…
My heart, your heart…
Our hearts beat as one….
My breath, your breath...
Together we breathe as one...
My life, your life…
Together we live as one…
Spreading our lives,
My soul, your soul…
Our essence into one ...
One perfect budding destiny...
Without you, without me...
We cannot grow...
Tender petals beauty unfolds ...
Our love,
The sacred rose...

Autumn Seneses by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/23/2008

I can smell the rain
In the cool crisp air
Moments before it approaches

I can see the red leaves
Blowing the breezes
As it turns my cheeses the same rosy color

I can taste the texture
Of a freshly baked pumpkin pie
On Thanksgiving Day

I can hear sounds
Of families gathering for
A cheerful meal

I can feel the joy
Of jumping into
A pile of recently raked leaves

Autumn Leaves by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/23/2008

Gold red and orange
The trees displays their finest
Leaves and color

Butterfly (cinquain) by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/23/2008

Butterfly
fragile, tiny
crawling, fluttering, rests,
fuzzy, light, soft, smooth, colorful
Butterfly

Autunm Rush by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/23/2008

There’s a different
feel to the wind,
a subtle chill,
as it brushes against my skin,
And turns my cheeks a rosy red.
There’s a different scent,
In the wilderness,
smoke rises from a tall chimney,
And the aroma of charred wood fills the air
The scent of cool rain,
falling down feels comforting against my skin,
I notice a difference of color everywhere,
instead of the green of life, I see
golden-red leaves in my hair.
There’s a different sound
when I walk down the street,
crispy, crackling leaves,
crunch beneath my feet.
There is a different
Atmosphere around the city
Families’ gather
As holidays draw near.
There is a difference in
The world this time of year

Poetry (mirror acrostic) by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/23/2008

Powerful words shot from the liP
Operatically played and sung solO
Eerie expression of poetic lifE
Transcends every placed statemenT
Regular words, so unforgiving on the eaR
Your heart, mind and soul at plaY

The Forgotten Heroes by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/23/2008

Often we hear tales of valiant men,
heroes from legends of old;
heroes that rise up against evil
and stand up for the good,
Seeking justice for
the poor, and the weak in the world.

And I wonder,
Has the world forgotten the unseen
And ordinary heroes of today?
Has the world turned a blind eye
To the men and women who
Fight the everyday battles
To keep a child’s hopes and dreams alive

These are the real heroes
Of every day America
The unseen and forgotten mentors
Of the upcoming generation
And the future leaders of tomorrow

Often we hear tales of valiant men
And heroes from the legends of old
Often we forget the true heroes
Of everyday America

Take the time to see
The men and women
Who are in our schools teaching everyday
These truly remarkable people
Who dedicate their lives
To keep the hopes and dreams
Of tomorrow’s leaders alive

Hidden Treasure by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/23/2008

Muscles flow beneath skin
Which many see as beauty
Hiding the heart with in
Which we all know carries a greater duty

Outside the only thing
We can see is a superficial description of l beauty
Take some time to look around and you’ll see
There is more to see than the initial outward beauty

Muscle, hair, eyes, and a flawless smile
Might be appear to be sublime
But as the clock tocks on and on for a while
Perfection is a bound to decline

Having beauty is no sin
And attraction is no crime
But finding the true beauty that lies within
Will stand tall against the test of time

Autumn's Glory by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/23/2008

September will soon become October
and Autumn is fading fast
The sun no longer stays out as long
The Autumn days fly past so swiftly

Shadows lengthen in the park
The leaves are turning gold, red and even orange
Winters bitter icy breath
Begins to bite
turning sunny summer days bitter and cold

The cycle turns full circle
and again he seasons are complete
soon we'll see a new year
a new cycle to begin to complete

Autumn by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/22/2008

look at the mountains in the distance
all touched by the hand of gold
nature's flash of beauty
before the land turns cold

Sun shimmering on the crystal water
and geese soaring across the azure sky
nature's flash of beauty
before the land turns cold

The woods marked with tracks
made by men dressed in cameo
their boot treads cracking leaves
all searching for a turkey for Thanksgiving Day

Smoke rises from a tall chinmey
their noses sense a delicious treat
evenings grow shorter and nights grow colder
I watch the world outside from a comfortable seat

Wrapped in a fleecy blanket
here by a fireside
I remember the greem leaves of summer
as they faded to golden colors and slowly died

Ghost by Nicole Christine Gravell

9/22/2008

I'm like a ghost
ensnared in this living world
left to roam and plague
for eternity
cold and detached
watching the generations
throwing their lives away
carelessly destroying the planet
that god forged
for them
never knowing the pleasures
of life, joy, or love
just the misery and evil
that continually torments
a disarrayed and vanished soul
by adding to the irrational
torment and sorrow
that the wandering spirit
is foreordained to
for all dimensions of time