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Nelize Oct 2016
Everlasting Life or demise
a narrow path accepted by the wise
come our King, a fright to some
to us, a future brighter than light
my enemies caught as quick as lighting
caught by the Element of surprise.

spirits of good and bad will clash
our Water of Life will come with a splash
watch out for the Element of surprise.

He saves up His wrath of consuming fire
- for the world must know of His strong desire -
to engulf all with passionate fire
which flame will you invite?
Holy  Spirit or burning smite?
be prepared for His element of surprise.

closer than air you now breathed
fill us Spirit with a gust
spare us from everlast' Heath
obey and wait is our must
bend and shape us with Your Wind

we are gracefully broken, now ready
for Your  Element of surprise.
Eliza Fairchild Oct 2016
The lines on the page are wiggling...
slipping through the loose fibers
until they free themselves
tiny graphite slivers
particles of a single
element
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Hannah Sep 2016
Earth
You have buried my heart,
beneath boulders,
I can never break.

Water
You are a tidal wave,
crashing down on me,
drowning me.

Air
You are the breath
that give my lungs life,
and keep my heart beating.

Fire*
You* are the flame,
that scorches,
and consumes my heart.
Thomas Shepherd Aug 2016
When words start flowing, lyrics rhyme
And you and I, we know its time
To do something but how?
Everybody plays his part
Revels in his job or art.

What I want to share today
Are some thoughts that first may
Tease or calm your mind
Either way you’ll read
Right what you need

Where this story has its place
All the peeps are full of grace
Torn at times, well at heart.
Eating healthy food
Respect and share good mood

W** are you, what is your thing?
Are you of those that fortunes bring?
The moment here the minute gone
Eager, but afraid to speak
Rule out fear, come reach your peak

Why shall I care, you ask and think
Ahead am I of those that sink
Thoughts can change you know
Elaborate on your perception
Revaluate your own direction

With those that care, you shall surround
Affiliate with taste and sound.
Thus please enjoy the moment now.
Ergo what I recommend:
R**elax, be water my friend
Could there be Dear Imagery
Site or sound that could ever be
Present without minds capturing
The essence of sweet poetry?

And yet, 'tis dismal irony
That breathes such life from misery
And spins on canvas words of gold
Transcending time to ages old.

With Wheatly's pen the symbols sound
Where rhythm of life's melodies abound
Pleading angelic praise be sent
To writers willed with Heaven's intent.

Bare all thy soul, a fool's voice cries,
That taunting thoughts be not denied.
Like seas that beakon sailors hearts,
The poet's burning fury starts.
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Eliza Fairchild Jul 2016
A cool wind blows
Reminding those of the passing time,
With the setting sun aglow.
DSD Jul 2016
Like all other cities in the clouds
this one is often wet and always loud.

Its air heavy with the sweat of labour
and light with the soothing lunar caress.

Its bricks, the stuff of dreams,
raised by giants, manifested in concrete.

Its people the dreamers.
There shoulders drenched in hope

Walk with weeping umbrellas to the sky
in painful black soles...

...Past snow globe dreamlands
of nebular realms and rainbow twilights

Shielded in walls of nothingness thick
to keep the fantasies in and the phantoms out.

And she prances on the grey greasy pavement
blowing bubbles of soap that brave the rain.

Her chin - the sun.
Her breath - the monsoon winds.
Her curls - the streams in the woods.
Her forehead - the promised land to each raindrop.
And her soul - the bliss that lies in the space between worlds.
Mysidian Bard Jun 2016
My friend the giant sleeps in a field
where dreams, posies and grass grow

The wind gusts blow over him and pass through
down to the meadow from which the water flows

From meadow to lake, from lake to sea
the wind and water walk by and by

Tidal forces drive one to drive another
by an eternal force that never dies

Through night and day all over the world
from skyscrapers to farmers hay

Follow the wind on it's endless flight
back to where the giant lay
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