30 Friday Jun 2017
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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Angelic Being in Prismatic White
Play the Harp of Golden Light
Carried upon Ethereal Wings
Gently strumming Gossamer Strings
Music Maker Enchants in Reprise
Melodic Tunes that Fill the Skies
With Joyous Song so Sweetly Played
By Celestial Fingers Gracefully Splayed
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23 Friday Jun 2017
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I am but a piece, created from a strip of bark
Crumpled by your hands, smoothed out again
Your thoughts, played over and over
My essence lacks emotion, and yet, I
Am able to feel the passion that flows
From your fingertips, through the pen, to me
A single sheet of paper, waiting, watching
As you bring me to life with every stroke
With every sigh, with every bit of your soul.
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16 Friday Jun 2017
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They dance about, without a care
Top hat he dons, ribbons in her hair
Elegantly dressed, they spin and they twirl
She with her man, and he with his girl
He smiles when she giggles, her face so fair
She’s shy when he does, they make quite the pair
Yet, no one can see them, nor hear a sound
Of music that plays, from that place, underground
No matter to them, they don’t care if you do
The owl can hear them, til they bid it adieu
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12 Monday Jun 2017
Posted in dark poetry, Poems, Poetry
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Her wings no longer held her
Charred, in the blackest night
And still a smile across her lips
As her sword reflects the light
A gargoyle sits beside her
He watches and he waits
Frozen in a mass of stone
His disobedient fate
Behind her, the sky darkens
As the clouds begin their lament
Grounded on Earth, for evermore
She was never Heaven sent
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09 Friday Jun 2017
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Do I dare tempt my fate
With iron that blocks the way
Yes, I shall open up the gate
Let my imagination stray
Reflected in the waters there
Into the hidden secrets where
My inner thoughts do now betray
Kept shrouded in these stones
Where the Orphic demons play
Imprisoned in a vast unknown
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