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White Wolf Aug 2019
Ghostly graves haunting the youth

As they fear more life than death

Too afraid to dig their own

Hole, where they shall lay
I don't usually do Japanese forms of poetry, but sometimes I dodoitsu.
White Wolf Aug 2019
Elegant frequent interludes
Ebony and ivory harmonized
The maestro raises his hands
A single note from a violin

Reverberates the soul within
Piano keys dance the storm
Conductor's baton waves the way
The orchestra now as one

Vibrations pounding in my heart
Sweet cellos and harps sing
Two dueling clarinets take front stage
Silhouetted angels fill the mind

As the beating of timpanis start
A fluttering flute swiftly flies
With dulcet melodies swirling about
A double bass begins the final coda

Then blissfully, I open my eyes
As I strum my guitar, I wonder, how far?
White Wolf Aug 2019
The Wren may be many a thing,
but has it heard the Robin sing?

Both a sight to set your eyes upon,
with their gifts of song before they're gone.

Waking me up at the break of day,
first I heard the Wren in his dismay.

"I fly in all three worlds, I'll take you there,
I share my lore with all who's fair."

So I followed the Wren into the woods of old,
entered a sacred circle to join their fold.

This path I've chosen was walked by few,
only to learn that the Robin also knew!

* * * * * * *

Each bird has its song
and if you hearken long

It becomes thy own
now another is known
The Wren's nest is the Druid's nest. /|\
White Wolf Aug 2019
Silently, I sat by,

To listen to the sounds of the world,

Of all the voices that touched me most,

Were those caught in the angelic wind.

For all things have a voice,

And the voice for all things speaks through the wind,

So, silently I sat and listened.

With the salty taste of a tear

As it touched my upper lip,

A smile appeared.

All the while the wind kept blowing,

Secret after secret, revealing to me,

If only I could comprehend its wisdom.

But that is half the allure,

Happy I am just to hear it blow,

And acknowledge its influence over my spirit.

The wind has taught me many things,

Though, I cannot speak for the wind,

Instead, let it speak for me.
The only sounds I hear, are the wind's whispers in my ears!
  Aug 2019 White Wolf
Arthur Vaso
when words fail you
silence smothers you
fears surround you
you borrow inside yourself


                   waiting


                              till that special friend

                         brings you back

your heart and mind
Forget when I wrote this
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