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Snow Wolf Sep 2015
Maybe when the crows start flying.
Maybe when the ravens start gliding.
Maybe when the squirrels start crawling,
And the wolves start burrowing,
And the bears start hibernating,
And the mosquitoes start disappearing.

Maybe I'll go into that forest, so enchanting, so mysterious.
So white, so bare.
Yet the most beautiful I've ever seen.
The ground is snow, the sky is night, peppered with the souls of the universe. The day is dark, the air is cold, now it's time to do my part.

My eternal promise, now too aged to be left undone.
I've made my speeches, and I've said my goodbyes.
Into the Dead Forest I go.
Into the white bulls-eye, where my deed must be done.
I now give myself to the elements.
I let their power break me down, crush my shield.
I let them take my soul, and let my spirit rise.
A ritual, a ceremony.
I have the power to bring life, and to bring death.
And I have the power to decide.
And so I have decided I would give up my power, my life, my heart, And all for the sake,
Of those I love.
I learned a long time ago that usually, in any form of entertainment or reality, snow symbolizes death. Have you ever seen a movie or read a book that has a scene with snow in it? Does anyone or even anything die whenever there's snow around? Have you noticed that? Think about it :)
Sailor man, will you be with me?
Hear my song I sing just for thee.
Be my brave pirate and forget the thrashing waves.
Come with me and love me in the deep.
RoKu May 2015
in love at first sight
then life changes
moon brighter at night
delightful starry night
fireflies dance splendorous  
make flashes of light
and the only thing I know
heaven turns into motion
a bliss paradise
quietly fills the heart
and then thrill mind searches
stretches to hold
like thousand hands
to embrace the invisible...
yet again,
in love at first sight
deepest soul tells
this is an enchanting insomnia
a clear delightful starry night
a bliss paradise that fills the heart
are not imagination
thus, I have now is to believe in you...
Amitav Radiance Mar 2015
Words become immortal
Wrapped in the poet’s feelings
Magic spell of the beautiful soul
Weaves a mesmerizing aura
Fleeting moments of brilliance
Leaves everyone enchanted
Intricate display of inner beauty
A glimpse of the immortal world
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Ruddy and worn,
Dusted by turf and salt,
Sun rose cheeked and blue
Clouded eye spurt in a gait
Ended by mute journeys and toil.
He breaks the long day with a shove
As the old pocked door is waiting to be
Opened.  At the crowning stand of the bar
He orders his Craic, some froth of tar, his black
Medicinal and when the tales of tall pints grow, sinking,
Live, flickering light slows and smoulders, shoulders with moist
Embers of smoke trailing by with an impromptu céilí and all is brilliant,
Blind, awful and right, cast in the sprite, spirited dance of the verbal swirlings.
"Craic", or "crack", is a term for news, gossip, fun, entertainment, and enjoyable conversation, particularly prominent in Ireland.  It is often used with the definite article – the craic. The word has an unusual history; the English crack was borrowed into Irish as craic in the mid-20th century and the Irish spelling was then reborrowed into English.  Under either spelling, the term has great cultural currency and significance in Ireland.

In modern usage, a céilidh or ceilidh ( pronounced: kay-lee ) is a traditional Gaelic social gathering, which usually involves playing Gaelic folk music and dancing. It originated in Ireland and Scotland, but is now common throughout the Irish and Scottish diasporas. In Irish it is spelt céilí.
Emily Dawn Jan 2015
Mist drapes itself
Round stoic hills
Whilst hues of delicate bruises
Sugar roses
Watch on, dewy eyed
Frost bitten fields
Kissed by orange streams
Interrupted by knarled hands
Thrown to the air
Ramblings from a long bus journey
Amitav Radiance Jan 2015
Luscious words drip from your lips
Stoking the embers, waiting to burn
Wild fires aren't meant to be tamed
Dances to the wild beats of passion
Glow, you cannot stay away from
Lured to the way of the swaying walk
Path that leads to ecstasy
Never looking back again
Everything’s lit by the beautiful fire
Flares of passion play together
Inciting the deepest desires
Truth bares all
Can’t deny your way tonight
Nothing, but acceptance
ARI Oct 2014
Small innocent child
so sweet and beautiful
with a heart so wild
and smile so brilliant

With soft blonde waves
caressing rosy cheeks
and enchanting blue eyes
filled with vibrant wonder

Everything about you
is everything I love
Forever and always
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