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Miles To GoA river have I to travel
For what purpose I do not know
But here I am, heading downstream
Thrusting the oar through the water
I propel my wood raft forward
With miles to go before I sleep

Numerous arbors have I past
Willows with river-kissed branches
Widowmakers growing massive
But no matter what tree I pass
I remain the lone sojourner
With miles to go before I sleep

Knowing that I must continue
Devoid of all hesitation
I bid these fine arbors farewell
As my raft drifts through the water
I stare into the distance
With miles to go before I sleep

Water lilies (white roses)Beautiful flowers so white and so pure
Floating on water and seem to allure
White roses which smell so sweet
Look down they’re below your feet

Nymphs sing their songs to protect
The broken heart from their queen
Because she died after one reject
The love that she gave, which was unseen

Old fairytales entwine around the flowers
And Water lilies are their names
Embedded the love in wonderful frames
Their roots are tall and strong as towers

As calm and beautiful as they are
Just like them you’ll become a star
You’ll love someone who accepts you
And that one will love and accept you too

Like lilies you can be strong
But also calm as where they swim
Though if you stay with them for long
You might hear the nymph’s hymn

Their melodies are only heard in the night
Listen carefully and you will hear
Dreams which let you shed a tear
Mysteries will shine so bright

The Lady of the NightWhen the moons cries, and the swans laugh
And the birds have stopped singing again
The beasts are in burrows, down they've lain
The lake fills with tears
Not disturbed by man, no midnight train
To paint new fears.

Though mind may run, our hearts will tire
The world around one big campfire
The wolves will howl, but they're all liars
They wake us up in spite
But no sounds nor cares would dare disturb
The beauty of the night.

The rain might fall upon our eaves
Our hearts will beat in fright
The shadows cast by fallen leaves
Our muscles loose and tight
But stars will shine, no troubling dreams
Can find us in their light
For now we're safe, wra

SpringStrong are the clutches of ruthless winter
Yet force of new life, it pushes through

With a clear cry, a song of impatience
To see the next day, and one after it, too

Wings are dried in the growing season's sun
Then off you take as the spring breezes hum

A song of beginnings
a song of new life

Now take the first step
and conquer the skies

Breathing SnowBlack pearls as eyes you have
too soon to catch a breath
too soon to call us we
who I am
is what you'll be

A longing call
between the mountains
and winter forests;
silent yet present
never ending scream
of forgotten souls

Out of red mouths
and blue eyes
how they shine
between the clouds
how they cry
without a sound

No need to count your frozen fingers
between seablue velvet
bury your cold body
into warm snow
bury your head down

We pinned our dreams into the sky
placed them between the stars
to watch them from far
while we die

ButterflyThe vibrant sun enlightens your wings,
Twitching and fluttering constantly,
You fly past a bird who sings,
Dismissing its calls nonchalantly.

Searching for fresh, colourful flowers,
You get along well with bees,
Staring at the sky for what seems like hours,
Your beauty could bring the sun to its knees.

Always free to roam where you must,
No one tries to capture you,
For you will completely turn to dust,
And there's nothing anyone can do.

Flutter by, my little butterfly,
And ensure that your mission will be completed,
Always ask people how and why,
And never, ever become defeated.

A slash of BlueThis just makes out the Morning Sky.
A Bank of day,
With Ruby Trousers hurried on,
A Wave of Gold.
Some scarlet patches on the way,
A sweep of Gray.
A little purple-- slipped between--
A slash of Blue
Compose an Evening Sky.

The Sound of Falling SnowWhen wolves start their walk, the babies weep,
The crescent Moon is incomplete.
-
A ubiquitous sound of snow is falling,
Echoes of a silent wind brush against the breathing,
While the trees practise their dancing.

Has the compass forgotten where its pointing?
Why have the birds ruined their patterns of flying?
A group of starving cubs are wheezing and shaking.

The compassionate plants have ceased their growing,
To admire the drowsy sound of snowing,
And absorb the moon in its gradual showing.

The pond has forgot how to display its rippling,
And the fish are unable to show themselves swimming,
But their direction is seldom hidden.

The mamm

What am I?Day comes
I run away
I cartwheel to the ground below
and dark comes
I vault back into the sky.

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CirclesSettling autumn under heavy snow.
No wheat left to sow.
Branches frozen in soft ice.
Slowly opens, your tired eyes.

Breathless cold, still crisp.
Sun dancing, across morning mist.
Serenely does the nature sleep.
Autumn does no longer weep.

Fading life streams away.
Fighting to seize the day.
Living longer the less that dies.
Nature sleeps, and no longer cries.

What is lost will soon be once more.
Heating slowly from the core.
Blossoms blooming in renewed might.
Shows that darkness, will succumb to light.

HurricaneRain drizzles softly against my window pane,
The wind is like a lion. Branches snap
Signs fly, giving me plenty to write with.
Deaths occur yet I am immune; this time.
It’s a story on the television,
Effects I only see and hear.
I’ll head to bed, with everything I need
And wake up with it still here.

The Moons Sacred GroveThe Moons Sacred Grove

Deep within the windswept vally below,
Beside the twisting river pool doth stay,
An old gnarled tree, the ancient willow,
Beacon of the past, it will ever lay,

Covered with soft green mossbeds, cloaked in vine,
Hidden deep away under the night sky.
In a place where the sun does rarely shine,
In a mythic grove where no bird dare fly,

Where the moon doth fall into graceful sleep,
When she hides her face from the morning sun.
This is a place we must forever keep,
Hidden, safe, from the sights of anyone,

So that no harm may ever come inside,
This great place where magick will ever hide.

Shooting Stars I
Stars descending, shedding rays;
Wandering throughout an endless maze.
With each a cloudless night prolongs
Pushing further back the dawn.
II
The mermaids drink their tears away,
Weeping,longing for the bay.
As Comets fall on the shore
The merfolk flee to the ocean's core.
III
With the land on fire,
And the waves rolling higher,
Stars are getting lost.
Water turns to frost.
IV
The moon falls slowly out of the sky;

Goodbye ToI swim too far
fly too high
I forgot to say
“GOODBYE”
(Why?)

Listen to our
blood run
side by side

I throw my hands
to
the rusty red sky

It's so cold
so dangerous that
I can't STAY
I run away from “ME”(?)

(I thought. . .)
but I can't
feel
I'm in your DREAM

I will HIDE
from
them tonight

(from who?)

I take my soul
and
throw it FAR away

24A copper coin rises
Behind a horizontal scar in the air
Like memories of red september
It bleeds over the edge of the world
Like dripping ink
On bleak-blue paper
And all around
Quiet holds firmly
Unto everything
No sound emitted
Except shrill notes
Carried across the wind
By feeble tea-stained wings
The rustling of grass
And trees wriggling
Their long, crooked fingers
And I imagine they call it
"The dawn of time"
Because it was then
As every dawn is now
And has been
Since us
Because the sunrise
Brings faint memories
Of a land long lost
Before the tyrants woke up
But the magic dissolves
Into the breeze
The tiny particles fly off
And are burn

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Angel of MercyShaya sat at her desk eyeing the wall clock as it ticked away. It was almost the end of her shift at the children's ward of Mercy Hospital. The old wing of the building always gave her the creeps but the children never showed a sign of fear, in fact they were always smiling here despite the various injuries. None of the children would say why and none of the other hospital staff seemed to notice. A cold chill tickled down her spine at the thought, the soft cool glow of her computer screen on her ebony skin made her look phantasmal. By the end of her shift she would see a world of angels and demons, of good and evil.
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Falling FreeIn every dream of falling free
I dream you're falling next to me
The birds in flight like angel's love
Our hearts beating like a flapping dove
Hand in hand the wind whips by
Our smiles true and without lie
We see the Earth but never reach
The atmosphere we never breach
The clouds so cold as down we fall
We never waver we never stall
Our eyes tear as we both found
Not a solid surface but common ground
When holding hands now eye to eye
Falling into the ever sky
We are the warmth when we embrace
Brighter than stars in outer space
Finger tips carress soft skin
Like feathers brushing through the wind
Oh how glorious that it would

Falling DesperatePurse your lips dear lover please
Never speak again
Of the lover that I used to be
The man I once had been

I've fallen down since parting ways
Never to take flight
In my heart this loss betrays
Falling from the light

Further down the truth and lies
Surreal in unreality
Buzzing like a million flies
Darkening my mentality

Deeper still I seem to fall
Never finding end
To despair a desperate lonely thrall
Hoping to one day mend

Mend my torn and aching heart
End my desperate fall from grace
As all things must play their part
Maybe I'll find my place

In the love and light that I once knew
Hold on to love and those who dear
Lov

The Lover's Lonely PrayerNow I lay me down to sleep
Her angel whispers I will keep
In my heart and in my bed
Remembering every word she said
Close my eyes and drift away
As in my dreams I'll watch her play
Should I die before I wake
I hope my whispers she will take
With each poem I wrote for her
I hope the words will never blur
So she can read it on and on
And never cry while I am gone

The Biting FloorBroken light through a window takes
My eyes' attention from the snakes
Slithering along the floor
And pouring in from every door

Hissing in benevolent tone
But only to the snake is known
What words comprise a dialect
Forked in tongue and whispered prone

The floor it dances underneath
Every step concealing teeth
But the light has left me unaware
So on and on into I stare

The broken light which calls me to
My doom and death if step I do
Onto my moving floor with fangs
Over which my lone foot hangs

Tempt me so sweet light my dear
For fangs and poison hold no fear
My lone foot steps on certain doom
A crescendo of hisses fill th

Lowly ShadeAn empty room full of regret
A lowly shade alone again
Remembering how he had met
The one who stole his heart from him

The wafting smoke of a cigarette
Plays in the shadow of the room
His hopes and dreams his only bet
Now turned to thoughts of his own doom

The alcohol won't fill the void
The drugs won't make it go away
The questions the he can't avoid
The shade begins to curl and sway

In rage it shrieks at its empty cell
Its lowly haunt reduced to hell
The heart it lost is torn and frayed
Cut from him by a woman's blade

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Flutter Byes

by ~Darckazuee, Mar 12, 2009, 2:25:31 AM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Blue lace flutters gently in the wind
Tickling eyes in delight and splendor
Floating just as Icarus had sinned
Is the flutterer or watcher the true offender?

A fish in water watches and ponders
Bubbly eyes in surprise as the blue lace flies
Is the air above like deeper waters?
Or is such beauty death's lure in disguise?

The light dances on the lace's sheen
A black spider watches weary, famished
The blue free beauty floats by the machine
Its soul not yet ready to be relinquished

A lone toad sits on a toadstool throne
Its croaks a greeting of come my way
The old toad waits as if made of stone
But the blue lace leaves instead of stay

Fluttering down the blue lace finds a friend
As friends kiss such nectar she will stow
Only to meet such a bitter sweet end
For lady Venus should never let her go

Flutter Byesby ~Darckazuee

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2009-2013 ~Darckazuee

Such wonderful butterflies

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~Darness246 Mar 12, 2009

I love it daddy

But the last one should be Venus. You forgot the "u" :>

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