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Wild Child

Submitted by WonderGolly on Mon, 2012-04-09 16:44

Heed to the call of the rough winds,
Wild child
- Untamed soul.
The voice of the wolves of the steppes
Howling from the mountains beyond,
beckon to you.

Be mired not in the madness
of the humans broken world.
Neither loan to it a magical wand
Nor a simple helpful hand;
They’re both needless like desert sands.

Just harken to the horizon’s thundery
And follow after the lightening’s path
away from this void
before the human madness laugh
all to the crimson glory of death

All That is Golden

Submitted by MDT on Mon, 2012-04-09 15:33

stars in my eyes
they shine
and the scent in the air
is fine
flowers as thoughts,
form into words ,
as a synchronized frequency in tune
with the music made by the moon

secrets and marvel
unfold
all that is golden
is sold
But love remains.

NARCISSE

Submitted by Geremia on Mon, 2012-04-09 12:40

NARCISSE

In cool waters calm and clear
I seek the reflection
that is truly me.
and deeper I delve
into my mind so still
I drink the visions
of my other self
my soul
my ecstasy

Betrayal (an acrostic) edited

Submitted by Candlewitch on Mon, 2012-04-09 11:20

Betryal

Bending meanings you are
Ever the artist
Trying within your mind
Rationalizing and twisting every nuance
As you go after your desire, disregarding
Your loyalty and devotion
Always seeing to your own needs first
Love is eaten by the lion of your lust

The Fall of a Legendary Gunfighter

Submitted by Benjamin1987 on Mon, 2012-04-09 11:05

There once
was a gunfighter

He was
known throughout
the land

People knew
of his
exploits
far and wide

Now he is
standing
stock still

His eyes
on his challenger

Hands at
his sides
ready to grab
his six shooter
in a split second

Hands pulsating
waiting to feel
the grips
of his guns

Sweat coming off
his brow

His long coat
fluttering
in the wind

And waiting for
the clock tower
to chime
high noon

Waiting for my love

Submitted by louiemary on Mon, 2012-04-09 10:37

Waiting for my love
To come back from the sea
Then I saw the flight of the dove
I wish that my love was with me
But on that fateful night
I knew he isn't here
I have seen the bright light
The night is clear
Crying all night long
I knew he was gone

a p o c r y p h a l . a t t e n u a t i o n

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2012-04-09 03:00

shrive against the soul borne
peste
the sleek winds keening
in tombs the dead are waking
a red masque is waiting
soft underlings demand
their STAE

the dark eye seeks
for echo weeps
the fires of lividity lick
embers to the stars
and the dark ones
shall stretch from
their keep

That Snowfall

Submitted by loved on Sun, 2012-04-08 22:53

The winter season, kept all of us waiting for snow,
the temperature was right for it, well below zero.
the chill factor of the wind kept me warm indoors
in my comfortable home with all of its three floors.

As the temperature fell we waited day after day
for the snow to fall which we hoped was on its way.
we hoped the rain would come at any day
as we were ready to see the clouds roll away.

Unadulterated

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Sun, 2012-04-08 21:03

In the quiet of my loneliness
When the stars seem far away
And the light of the moon shines brighter
Than sunlight itself
I find the peace that is you in my solitude

The shadows of darkness dissipate
In the glow of the magic you have left
My empty spaces are filled
With a light that can never be imitated
Or created by anyone else

Why is my love so cliché
The words I truly want to say
Seem to evade and only words
Which already have been said,
Pour into my love numbed head

After Sunday Worship Dinner

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Sun, 2012-04-08 18:57

Standing at the threshold
A reddish ball of fire sets
Brandishing the eastern sky
Peering through my bedroom window
The warmth of heaven falls on my upturned face
On this quiet Sunday afternoon

Dinner is almost done
Corn on the cob boiling on the stove
Topped with one teaspoon butter
Macaroni and ribs kept warm in the oven
As we wait for heavenly brown rice to be cooked
No one wants to drive and get some since we're out

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