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 Jun 2015
niamh
Gleaming morning dew
Kisses the flowers awake
Intimate mornings
 Jun 2015
Chris
~

Solitude soothes
this a warm June evening
along a drowsy lake
just you and me
and the moon,
watching ripples
upon the water
playfully reflect the
beautiful night sky

A pine tree canopy
allows twinkling stars
to peek quietly
between a mosaic
of wind woven branches,
as soft breezes
whispers nature’s
love songs gently
upon our skin

We sit amidst this
tranquil serenity,
gazing into each other’s eyes,
feeling our hearts beat
in harmonic rhythm
with graceful mesmeric
waves kissing the shore,
as we fall in love
all over again...

just you and me
*and the moon
Good night Beautiful
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
wraith of white
you wander wild
the hinterland
Valkyrie's child

your breath pants mist
in icy caves
you have made
10, 000 graves

your image is
in winter skies
its crystal glitters
in your eyes

loping through
the cold chill wood
its secrets you
have understood

born to lead
long of fang
through the glaciers
your voice rang

lonely in your Lycan heart
you made the ****
your kindest art

wolf of legend
wolf of lore
you'll reign untamed

forevermore


soulsurvivor
(C) 2/16/2014
Rewritten 6/12/2015
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 Jun 2015
CA Guilfoyle
Oh green I sing, of wings and birds across blue morning sky
with summer sounds, willows round the floating pond
dipping gently by.

Warm winds play music soft
through leaves and reeds they sing
gathering in the transient breeze.

All the day I rest my head
breathe sweet the flowering fields
and never shall I leave this place
nor want for any sweeter heaven.
 Jun 2015
Chris
~

Wildflowers weep
along lonely garden paths
Nectar filled tears
shed on frail petal ridges
run in muted colors
~
Daylight cloaked
behind clouded veils
Darkly hidden as
grey cotton whispers
cry on listless breezes
~
Butterflies sleep
in empty shadows
neath leafless branches
while worried sorrow
stills their fragile wings
~
And this hollow heart
within my breathless chest
lingers in hushed wishes
and silent pleas
*missing you
 Jun 2015
Eiliv Advena
The grass is green
And blue is the sky
The air is clean
And the clouds sail by

Far up in the Tallest tree
The birds sing Jolly and free

The children are running
In the meadows and play
It truly is a beautiful day

Our hearts are warm
And free from fear
That's how we know
Summer is here
 Jun 2015
niamh
Banishing darkness
Spreading light over the land
Golden glow supreme
#nature #sun #haiku
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
wafted aimlessly
'neath the steamy scorch
   of summer's indecency,
as a winter's heart of
   condemnation, set adrift
     midst snowflake fire
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
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sentinel, you grow in peace
you who have seen war
you saw the native people
killed off by the score
you continue on your way
the source of tale and lore
you have a heart
that will not cease
for a hundred years or more

this is the great saguaro
he scrapes the sky with arms
flung up to the heavens
though huge you do no harm
you have thorns aplenty
but also have your charms
you will watch forevermore
ever sounding the alarm


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/11/2015
The greatest beauty in the
Sonoran desert is the
saguaro cactus
It takes hundereds of years
for these to form arms

They have lovely white crowns
of flowers in the spring
and their fruit is harvested annually
by native people who drink their
potent wine for religious ceremonies

They are protected by law
but are shot at and
vandalized by people who
are beneath contempt

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 Jun 2015
Chris
^

and the child of wind born innocence
chases butterflies to the edge,
gathering whispered weeds
of golden sheen,
singing in a lone sparrow’s sonnet,
soaring beyond the cliff,
sending silver lined
cloud bound wishes
to earth…below
 Jun 2015
John Summers
a magpie perches
on the highest branch
tail flicked wind rocked
in a winter dance

across a field
frozen sharp as bark
sheep take painful
stumbled paths

and fleece
and snow
grey grime against the feathers' glow
 Jun 2015
niamh
Trees, a canopy
Of gold and green above me
Wonder of the woods
Another beautiful day :)
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