Fancy Phantom | Susan N. Aassahde
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steam Drake propeller
poem in english
My Sunshine Girl | Elysia Quidsten
Oh the sun
And how it shines
Lightening her complexion
Brightening her mood.
Oh how her eyes shine
As bright as the sun
And as bright as the moon and stars
Her smile is like a lilac
Blossoming like never before
She has come for me and I for her,
And I shall never leave her
Dawn in the Woods | Earnest Tilling
What can you find
In the depths of the
Woods
Where the
Magic
Lays
No one
Can resist the
Woods
Another beautiful day
Come,
Hither,
To the place
Where trees
Whisper
And Listen to you
The one and only place
Where anybody
Takes you
Seriously
Listen
Silent
Shhh
A Friendly Reminder | Scott Thomas Outlar
Thankfulness for the present moment
envelops my heart strings,
plucking out a song of pure gratitude
as the grace of a new beginning
bleeds out a fresh transfusion,
invigorating this body of flesh
with a smile from the source
directly through my soul,
reminding me that everything, right now, is perfectly at peace.
More at http://17numa.wordpress.com/.
Goodbye | Earnest Tilling
Why do
You still
Leave
After all of these Years
Of mourning
And convincing
Your Spirit lies here
And yet you
Go
The message is clear
Run away
Away from your troubles
Away from your life
Away from yourself
And then you ask
Who am I?
What has become
Of the boy
Who ran away
What has become
Of the child in his
Heart
And what has become
Of the sparkles of the
Soul
And never again
Will he walk
Upon the
Lands
Of this land
As himself
Go, run
Run away from the child
The child inside you
Who threatens to beat you
With the guilt
Oh, the guilt
And never have you seen
The horrible terribleness
Of the
Screams
Of guilt
And there
A child
Destroyed.
Torrents
Whirlpools
Destruct
Destroy
Never again
Be a boy.
No Fountain of Youth
No Stream of Spirit
Will ever
Remake
This boy
And say
Goodbye
Whilst you can.
That Then Led To This Now | Paul Tristram
A thousand feather-tips
tickling my Soul’s edges, silly.
Contentedness
almost like drunkenness,
in from the cold
and stamping my feet
enthusiastically
upon the welcome
doormat of home.
An appetite fit for a King
and a Head & Heart
filled with a love
almost to the point of bursting.
More at http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/.