28 Saturday May 2016
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I see the heaven’s darken
Hear the mighty thunder call
Beckoning me to come outside
To feel the waters fall
I watch as the sky is parted
And the light comes back again
Chasing away the blackened night
With the cleansing of the rain
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28 Saturday May 2016
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, moon, moonbeam, mystic, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, seas, sleep, song, winds
In the quiet hours before the light
In the mystic call of the seas
My soul forever finds its place
Drifting among the breeze
Cool against my body
Blowing gently through my hair
Wisps of scented moonbeams
Serenade me with the air
Surrounding me in its subtle winds
That sing in lullaby song
Luring me to slumber deep
With the night, where I belong
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27 Friday May 2016
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, burial ground, cemetary, dorindaduclos.com, evil, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, ghosts, graveyard, Night Owl Poetry, royals, short story, spirits
Her spirit lingered, much like the mist that covered the sacred ground of the fallen. They were scattered among the mundane, the ones with no name, who were buried haphazardly among the royals. She was neither. She was free to roam, free to frighten those who thought themselves better. On nights like these, she would make her way out of the graveyard, between the headstones, watching them fall to pieces as she snaked her way through. One touch and she could end them all, but she preferred to play. Callously, entering houses, knocking over fine antiques, without a care, she wreaked her havoc among the living. Children ran, women screamed and men cowered, yet they could not see her, they only felt her wrath as she slipped by. And as the sunlight approached, and darkness began to fade, she would make her way back to her surreptitious place, buried among the dead….
….But this time she wasn’t alone.
Should I continue? Or leave as is? I’ll let you decide 🙂
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26 Thursday May 2016
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#poetry, disguise, dorindaduclos.com, escape, hide, journey, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, Serenity, turmoil
I will fly away, on a feathered ride
Disguise myself, so I can hide
Leave the turmoil, journey where
Golden suns caress my hair,
Fill my lungs with fragrant air,
Hoping I can find me there
Cast my worries to the side
As tranquility and I collide
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26 Thursday May 2016
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#poetry, conclusions, dorindaduclos.com, God, illusions, innerpeace, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, space, thinking, time, Wandering Soul, writing
Is there a place I can wander to,
Where no one else can find me?
A place that I can call my own,
Where chains no longer bind me?
Somewhere I can just relax
Kick back and breathe awhile
Take in subtle calming breezes
Just sit, and write, and smile
I need to find myself again
Though I’m not sure if I can
Perhaps I never really roamed
And this is all God’s plan
So I will take some time to think
And hope for a simple solution
That my life is really what I make of it
And that place, is just an illusion
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