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A M Ryder Jun 2019
I've never wanted to be the hero
And surely I know
You were never any damsel in distress

So leave saving mankind
To the chumps in tights
We wear leather *****
And no seatbelts when we ride

Take the sands of time
And diamonds in our minds
Slinging silver and silk
In a world we've defined
Zara rain Jun 2019
It is written in the runes
unveiled by the maypole ******.
When the darkest kiss
meets the storm of light
on a midsummer’s night.

The sisterhood has gathered.
Fog and dew, euphoric moves.
Chanting, flaunting ivory skin.
Feel the pull of our dance
the taunting of our calls.

Baccanal cries of ******.
Bringing down the silver tears
of falling stars to heal, to still
the wounded souls, the lost
with a swill of magic dew.

Moon daisy,
Buttercup
Count the number,
hold your tongue.
Catchfly and Baby’s breath
say naught to no one
keep the faith.
Delphinium
my steadfast knight.
Bluebell and yes,
Forget-me-not.

Gathered by the crossroad
of yesterdays and tomorrows.
Gentle flowers sacralized
s e v e n for the magic number
to seal the vow eternally
of my love everlasting.

Too soon the dawn will break.
Hurry do the last of spells.
Hop over n i n e fences
kirtle tied around my waist.
Don’t look, don’t speak
just hold my breath.

No time for sleep, not yet
I mustn’t forget the rite itself,
that will grant my dreams to unveil.
What’s written in the future
s e v e n blooms under my pillow.
and finally I’ll see...
...the one
It’s tradition to post this not this day or night... Originally from June  2012, the night before my birthday. For the not initiated, just know that Swedes take their Midsummer rites very seriously.
Ken Pepiton Jun 2019
did you hear that?
did you dare?

did you live? Of course.
right choice.

Yes or no.
resistance is futile, we shall
Paula Kramer Jun 2019
Night falls; in the chariot of moon goddess
Draped in shadow silk and encrusted with stars
She sits; crimson staining her unearthly bodice
A deadly wound among thousand golden scars

He drops his silver sword, scream dies in his throat
The blackness of her eyes slowly turning white
He sheds tears; it is by a song he himself rewrote;
A mere mortal who has slayed the Queen of the Night

The crown is his; he won the castle and the throne of dust
He sees his family, all as one looking at the sky
He reaches out, but the night is eternal, and the space is vast
All alone, he listens to their prayers but he can't reply

He waits patiently, for years, until another appears
As was he; the hero with no regard for what it would require
Until then, he watches from the universe's frontiers
And remembers his world, missing the warm touch of fire
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2019
I tried to save you many times before
Witnessed others try to save you too
Finally I realize that the only person
Able to save you from your demons is you
I don't want to save you, only show you the light you have within you so you can use it to save yourself
Penmann Jun 2019
Smile your Marie Kondo smile on me-
Just smile and pretend it can be done
She is a tank against common sense. Invasion of clear mind.
I never tidy up, my life's a mess.
Marie Kondo though makes me feel even less.
Completely disarmed my will to feel.
Sam Weinberger Jun 2019
You can get through this
You will if you choose
To focus not on what is
But on all you can do

You found your way in
You can make your way out
But if you don’t take action
You’ll be left there to pout

Not the greatest of statues
Repels the force of a train
It takes a man on the move
Telling the conductor “there, you will stay”

So don’t wait for a hero
Or occasion to fade
For the moment you lie down
Is when your bed becomes made
Aa Harvey May 2019
The creator of love.


Our hero rides again at night.
All dressed in black, still he cannot hide.
The man inside continues to shine.
You all know him, but he remains out of sight.


A reflection in a shop window that disappears as you turn your head.
Maybe he was never there.
Never let a bad word be said,
About his intentions,
There is no need to mention,
The way he moved you to be together.
He is spreading love around hoping your bond will never sever.


Karma is his friend and his only weapon;
He uses good vibrations to correct the mistakes of men.
He lifts a heart with his good intentions;
As he passes by he raises a hand and a smile comes into vision.
He needs no acknowledgement,
For he is content,
Knowing he has helped the two of you to figure it out.


The questions you had, he has put the answers into your head,
With all his whispered do not forgets.
Find love; cast your net,
For there are many fishes in this wild life of a sea,
So go find what you seek and he will do the rest.


He believes in love, so he believes in you;
Begin again with a love that is new.
A love letter arrives, beginning a new love life.
No thank you needed; a total surprise.
The present arrives at the right time,
For the day you forgot to remember to buy.
In your hour of need, send a wish out to him
And your dreams will all come true, he promises.
If you think you are ready to once more commit,
Then so be it; your love is a gift.


When your love is found,
He will float back into his cloud
And look out for the next believers;
You are content and do not need him now.


A lonely single person who is in need of being loved,
Will always find him when they need him,
For he is
The creator of love.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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