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A Standing CorpseUnder the seething heat of the sun
A juniper stands on a dry hill
Like so many surrounding him
He was burned to death by a wildfire
His twisted branches are smoky white
Still reaching out for all the heavens
In botanical rigor mortis
He is a skeleton of a tree
A standing corpse in desert sunlight
Never to drink another raindrop
As dry as the arth that hold his roots
I step closer to this juniper
Small clouds of dust kicked up by my feet
I gently touch his bark and wonder
How longuntil his form break apart
Shade's ReprieveBeneath the shade of a juniper
I rest amid arid, yellow grass
Leaning with my arms propping me up
For many miles before me, dry hills
Stand covered in juniper and sage
Bathed in scorching unobscured sunlight
I take another swig of water
From my bottle and slowly inhale
Ever thankful for the shade's reprieve
A poem for the MoonThe moon is like a lamp in the night
It shines down on the world with its pure light
It listens to the calm sleep
Of its world’s little sheep
So gently is the light that embraces us
And in the day it leaves without making a fuss
Unnoticed in the day, but the moon is there
And it watches us and follows us everywhere
It shines its soothing light in my darkest days
It tries to cheer me up in its own ways
For me, the moon is something I could sing about
And it will listen to my voice and I have no doubt
Oh lovely moon so big, so round, so white
Never stop shining your pure light which shines so bright
StargazingI have the most wonderful view
As I sit here talking to you
I look to the sky
As a bright star flies by
Hoping my wish will come true
Seasons changeThe cardinal darts through the gleaming snow,
Wings beating harsh against the coldest winds
In fields of white where flowers won't grow,
Where leaves hit frozen rivers at their bend.
Life barely exists in this time of cold,
Too frigid for the little ones to play!
I then start to think of summers of old,
Of clouds in the sky, when fun filled my day.
Though, winter never lasts for very long...
The snow will start to melt and soon will fade.
The birds can resume their chirping and song
As they perch in the trees of the now green glade.
Look to the sky and you will surely see
The most brilliant blue bird soaring free.
As you count the rings,
The more you begin to know.
As you count the wrinkles,
The more you recall.
But when trees are surrounded by too many others
Much like us.
Broken WordsAll through morning I was speechless
Words I broke in helpless fury
Many times they have betrayed me
I will let you be the jury
Now I'm glueing fragile pieces
That refuse to stick together
Some of them are so tender
Soft like dawn and light like feather
Some are serious and strong
Others jumpy, restless, funny
All of them give so much love
Like a smile that's bright and sunny
They're a part of me, my own
They have taught me many things
We have traveled many roads
They have given me the wings
They have shown me way through mazes
Held me up when I fell down
Sang to me the words of lyrics
Now they're broken and run-down
I have no right to judge them
They have logic of their own
All that happens has a reason
Love and care I should have shown
RocA flash of white against the blue
With a giant eagle's hue
It dives into the evergreen
Amongst the gleaming grass' sheen
And spreads its wings to dominate
Yet no other compensate
It rises high to disappear
It ascends to the heavens sheer
To when the thunder makes its sound
The azure lightning cracks the ground
Crimson flames spew from its maw
Tides of hunger churning the floor
Howling winds rip through the glades
For as the moon stands, sunlight fades
Upon the Loss of my Grandfather's TreeA long time ago, before I came to be,
My grandfather came home to plant a small tree.
The sapling, it grew, and he watched overtime,
Not a clue that one day that tree would be mine.
By the time I was born, the tree still yet grew,
And dangling from branches, a swing made for two.
My grandpa, he’d sit there with my tree and I,
And continued to do so until he had died.
But still I’d sit under the tree every day,
Like a consoling friend with nothing to say
I’d stay there for hours, through summer and cold,
It may not have been Grandpa, but it had his soul.
Years came and passed. It was 2006.
With our house in ruins, we neede
Pale, Pure MoonlightIlluminating the dark, jewelled sky,
You’re so beautiful – you can easily catch the eye.
Resting next to the shimmering stars,
You’re so beautiful – you can make me forget any wars.
The peace you bring takes a tonne off my shoulder.
The happiness you provide takes off my back a boulder.
The calmness you offer removes all my headaches,
And the joy that replaces those shall last for decades.
The golden sun can be so fiery and ablaze,
But it is simply no more than a phase,
Stays in the morning, disappears in the night;
Whilst you stay always, yet very faint in its light.
However, those golden rays will never defeat you
Opowiesc o wosnocsi cz 1,2,3Ucichł szelest liści, złagodniał wiatr. Dolar obudził się i czuł już bezgraniczną wolność. Obok niego mieściły się łąki i pola. Było pusto i każdy krok i ruch można było usłyszeć. Nie widział już starej i przeraźliwej przyczepy, rozwalonego boksu ani ludzi. Prócz ptaków nie było niczego. Nie wiedział nawet gdzie jest znajoma okolica. Samotność i bezradność zaczęła doskwierać koniowi. Gdzie by nie podejść widać to samo- hektary zielonej trawy i pola. Instynkt konia podsuwał mu ucieczkę. W każdej chwili przeraźliwa przyczepa może podjechać i zabrać go! Zagalopował przed siebie i z nadzieją na znalezienie bezpiecznego schronienie rozglądał się wokoło. Nagle spostrzegł przed sobą las. Spokojnym, ale chwiejnym krokiem pod
Loyal is the beastLoyal is the beast
Loyal is the beast which slays those
Who would harm my child
With razor fangs and claws so sharp
An honour made of steel
He is of my blood
Our hearts beat in unison
He cries when i cry
Howling and wailing
Flow do the tears from his eyes
When comfort he does seek
Don’t dare cross my threshold
Welcome to his domain
Beware that you are a guest
If you pose any threat
He will kill you
A savage a monster
I hear the names you call
But you are wrong
You are blind
Would not you take your nails
Too the eyes of your foe
As your teeth sink into their throat
To protect your given child?
Loyal is the beast
HurricaneRain drizzles softly against my window pane,
The wind is like a lion. Branches snap
Signs fly, giving me plenty to write with.
Deaths occur yet I am immune; this time.
It’s a story on the television,
Effects I only see and hear.
I’ll head to bed, with everything I need
And wake up with it still here.
The Tree Over The StreamThe tree resembled to me love itself,
The sunlight a display of radiance,
The water a stream of passion, yourself
The owner of my summer allegiance.
Alas, this picture of sublimity
Would pass, becoming a three year winter.
Now, a picture of instability
Our base, innate connection would splinter.
As I sit committing my thoughts to paper,
My mind watches and ponders on those
Visions and desires, which fled as vapour
Fore my chance to share them with you arose.
Easy to miss
Something was amiss
Jaws of slaughter
To streaming water
The noise is unbearable
This place is terrible
Way to see
Rising to the death
Where’s the key
Need to find breath
I see light
Scream for flight
Watching the rise
With their eyes
What caused this?
Left a kiss
BoredomI quietly sat there,
thinking as the rain was pouring.
I became aware,
that for me, life had never been so boring.
I pondered and wondered of what I could do,
there were so many activities, yet also so few.
I tried to read one of those amateur books,
alas, there was no sign of an interesting hook.
I switched on my TV, looking to play a game,
but the sum of them were bland, all and the same.
Then there was writing, a fun thing that I've done,
yet bad luck for me, my ideas were none.
Since there were no other things I could think of possibly trying,
my imagination rose and I thought I was flying.
That didn't last long, though, as
Dat PoemHello, I am a poem, how are you today?
You can't think of me? Well, I should get out of your way.
You have trouble finding me, and I wonder why
But maybe I'm here, you're just telling yourself a lie.
And since you're having difficulties, should I lend you a hand?
Wait, never mind, I'll trap your thoughts in quick sand.
It's painfully obvious that you're very confused,
Maybe you're writing this to get purely amused.
Who knows? Because I don't.
You're trying to write me, and to that I say you won't.
DovahkiinIn the prophecies tells of dragonborn,
the hero learning the language of shouts.
Destroying the dragons enflamed with scorn,
Says he will drive all of the evil out.
The savior of continent Tamriel,
He slays the world-eater called Alduin.
Fort is in danger, they're ringing the bell,
like Charlie Sheen, dragonborn always wins.
Commits many crimes and is forgiven,
assassinations to countless mortals.
Evil and heroic acts are driven,
heads to godly dimensions through portals.
The legendary hero Dovahkiin,
throughout history his acts will be seen.
WoeThere's been something for months that seems to contain me,
it hurts me so often that it no longer pains me.
This thing is something that I, myself, call woe.
The hurt that it causes has put me down low.
I have nowhere to run and nowhere to go.
At some point you'll know exactly what I mean,
it'll damage your soul and you'll hope it's a dream.
But you'll soon find that life doesn't go the happy way,
and you'll be miserable by the end of the day,
those are the things I needed to say.
It goes on forever and will it end?
I realized that woe is a dangerous thing,
hopefully it'll end for you,
because it didn't for me.
The Story of RedenhallCome on, everybody, gather 'round.
This is the story of a particular town.
The town goes by the name of Redenhall,
where demons and evil meet every fall.
The story begins on a dark, gloomy night,
the citizens were in for a dangerous fright.
The Mayor spotted a creature on the horizon,
a dark figure seemed to be rising.
The townsfolk were murmuring in crowds,
then saw a creature in the clouds.
The creature killed one and the people fled,
because the feeling was pure dread.
The farmers ran to grab their rifles,
but then the monsters caused their stifle.
The town set fire and went down to hell,
where all the citizens slowly fell
The Leaves Swayed, the Leaves FellThe leaves swayed, the leaves fell.
The sun rose up into the home it dwells.
The farmer stood in the empty field,
as the wounds of winter had been healed.
He took a deep breath and gazed in the sky,
a marvelous sight to see the sparrows fly.
The leaves swayed, the leaves fell.
The echoing is heard of the church's bell.
The wind drove blades of grass in the air,
and nature went on without a care.
The seeds of life are gliding through the sky,
and deep in the soil is where they'll lie.
The leaves swayed, the leaves fell.
Darkness falls on this day that was swell.
The moonlight gleams throughout the plain.
It soon lights up the en
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