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David Naumann May 2021
Go where the road untangles and unfurls
by those cliff side views over those blue curls
lit only by those high beams off those white pearls.

Only sense of direction is the road ahead
no going back just only forwards instead
as going prevents drifting to the sea bed.

The white sea foam crashes amongst the shore
those high beams persist only for Salvadore
the light bends around the corner then no more.
The seaside below and its ebb and flow.
Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, don't really know what I'm trying to say here;}

every word in poetry

I want written on my stone in the cemetery

they fly in the perspective

in every human eye changed-disrespective

no faults on the creation all undeniable artistic behavior

faithful not for me loyalty not a word to my savior

hands barely reaching a touch

others marvelous not asking much

her orb's silver beams
shall regale the sky's dark realm
a moon new in phase
Sally A Bayan Feb 2017
w e
...the paths
of life,  comes
a time when roads
t u r n   to  z i g z a g s
sometimes beaten, painful
to walk on...and the blue sky
darkens to gray...and the clouds
hide from us, and the sun sets, and
we need arrows and rays to guide  us
t h r o u g h:::::
From nowhere
.........any hour
y o u    appear
b r i g h t     as
morning  s u n
your   BEAMS
you are a light
that guides us
.....through the
[[[ D A R K ]]].

...For Timothy...

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...found this older poem...from three years ago...written for Timothy...
...I repost...for Timothy...
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I keep the details dim
So on the outside looking in
Nothing is as at seems
Everything just beams
It all seems so copacetic
But it's really so pathetic
Before long I'll need a paramedic

Eliza's wolf-dog howls to kin Moon
subjected to expertized vagrancy.

^ ^
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
Inspired by wolf spirit. Thanks,:) quinn!
Patricia Cikus Nov 2013
Sunday morning.
You are fighting against
dreaming and sleeping.
Sunlight sends its beams
through the window.
You look at it half asleep
you see tiny little dots
dancing in the air
in the beams of the morning light
little dust fairies
with wings so fragile
a breath could destroy them.
Special thanks to Her and Him.
J A M Sep 2014
Today I reach to the moon for its beams to wash upon my spirit, to cleanse my mind and soul.
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