Who knew
The great writer,
littlewing53,
Could make a post at the same time
With me?
:D
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Who knew
The great writer,
littlewing53,
Could make a post at the same time
With me?
:D
with me?
is yes or no
counting eternity
reflected in letters exchanged
today
Today
Is great, because
littlewing53
And I appear to be in sync
Today!
Today
I had fun for
the first time in a long
time. A magical Sunday for
a change....
A change
It frightens me
But, I face the unknown
Ready to work and overcome
My fear
My fear
Of the unknown
Will evaporate when
I practice self-confidence with
Success.
Success
What does that mean?
To some it’s wealth or fame
For me no more than happiness
delight
delight,
yeah, once I knew
thee, yet of late thou hast
passed me like a stranger in
the night…
The night
Wraps around me
With its comforting sounds
Blackness covers like a blanket
Sweet rest
sweet rest
with him i know
his arms held out for all
to turn your back upon this life
that's love
that's love
a word spelled out
with letters written fine
the note was hidden secretly
within
within
let night feelings
bounce, cricket sounds alive
like crackling skies ahead, sinking
after.
After
All this time, I
Wonder how much more I
Can write with success, talent, and
Passion?
passion
wonder of live
sparks of spirit ignite
explore the soul of perception
within
within
the moment I
wait, expecting, wanting
for something to happen. Until
then I....
then I
remember those—
the far less fortunate—
and shame runs through my soul knife-like—
regrets…
regrets
haveth my heart--
the heart, which once did live
in the warmth of 'nother being,
now frets.
now frets
broken, wounded
heart and mind full of pain
somewhere beyond this present storm—
lies peace…
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lies peace
deep down the core
the very way gold lies
in its ore, in the pith of earth
twinkling.
Twinkling,
the stars promise,
so it seems, a brighter
tomorrow, full of enchantment
and joy!
And joy
has wings unleased,
stretch'd wide so that the world
is but a joyous flyey bird
skyward.
Skyward
I turn my eyes,
watching bulbous clouds pass
over verdant green fields. I feel
at peace
at peace
my beloved
twin-soul lies, shaded by
green grass and memories of years
long-gone
long-gone
the road appears
turning a direction
anew with untold promises
comfort
comfort
where are you now?
caress me gently love
with fingertips both warm and light
this night
this night
nightmares gallop
across dreamland pastures
like the Mares of Diomedes—
eat flesh
eat flesh
what else is there
do we die here starving
would tomorrow bring a rescue
plane crash
plane crash
bodies splattered
across the ground, pieces
lodged in trees. All in the name of
progress
progress
movement motion
turning curious heads
a new thought speaks outloud to hear
come close
Come close,
dear friend, and feel
my devotion's intense
loyalty to your very life's
last breath.
last breath,
she departs I
know, suffering now gone,
will we meet again somewhere, somewhen?
my love...
my love
your tenderness
alleviates my pain
take hold of my hand and kiss with
soft lips
softs lips
venture winds forth
as a breeze bringing clouds
within a pouch held by white string
no flight
No flight.
Holding her own,
facing her darkest fears,
she realizes the depth of
her strength.
her strength
enfolds, shelters
me, when I know I'm weak...
She could have left, yet she stayed here:
my strength
my strength
flows, in torrents,
out through my pen, winding
random intricate noble streams
of words.
hehe just kidding, my pen is defi-damned-nitely not my strength!!
of words
he speaks with truth
stories without an end
campfire blushes with heated light
warmth flows
it just came to my knowledge that cinquains are usually of the form- ababb.
so i thought i'd give it a shot...
warmth flows--
home is home sweet,
no room for pressing throes--
a haven where joy in quiet
will greet.
will greet
the next person
who enters, slow or sweet
whether ugly duckling or swan
or fawn
or fawn
servility
does not please me, just stop
think of us as being equal
good friend