04 Saturday Jun 2016
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A moment captured
As wilted petals, faded,
Held love’s memories
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04 Saturday Jun 2016
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Twilight…
When darkness shadows day
And the skies fall silently to sleep
When the moon
And his stars quietly awaken
With their guiding lights, to keep
The nightmares at bay, the ones
That invade my head,
Keep them far away,
So I can dream
Of happiness instead
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03 Friday Jun 2016
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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It swirls in mysterious clouded skies
In the ebony night, high above, where it flies
Among the heavens, coated with mist
Eerily seeking its unearthly bliss
Illuminating, the blackened space
Where mystical beings remain, untraced
Floating in cosmos, waxing and waning
Till fully encompassing all it’s containing
Mesmerizing our Earthly sights
Keeping watch with its ever ethereal light
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03 Friday Jun 2016
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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For centuries, a small town, hidden deep within the outer forests, provided comfort for the elite of Rousseau, France. They went about their day, unaware of the horrible conditions that plagued the less fortunate. Blind, to the men who tortured the women, made them slaves for their own pleasures, they gleefully went about their business. The slaves bore no self-esteem, for they knew if they spoke out they would surely meet their demise. But there was one, one who dared forsake the unspoken oath, the one who dared to break the silence. Jocelyne Joubert, a strong determined woman, unafraid of the consequences, spoke her mind among the men who had come to the town to claim their next victims. And in the rumble of voices crying for her death, she saw her revenge.
to be continued…..
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02 Thursday Jun 2016
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What does howl in blackest night
Headstones, aglow in pale moonlight
Whilst spirits wander, invisible sights
Taunting, in their whirling flight
Those who lie here, they have said
Are really not the ones so dead
For they’ve come from their earthly bed
To wreak the havoc, fill with dread
You, who doesn’t believe so true
Until they claim the breath you drew
Leaving you to wonder who
Took your soul, your heart, no clue
Was left behind in their devilish wake
Underfoot, the ground does quake
As you slip away, you begin to shake
Realizing this was your mistake
That dealt the hand and held your card
You drift away, put down your guard
Now you join them, ravenous, and scarred
Dancing in the old graveyard
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