My book of Poems
ripple effect
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Sorry for the repeats. I write and I don't want them to die just yet.
First Morning Light
Darkness gives way
to first morning light
Revealing the beauty
covered by night
Cool fog disperse
bright sunlight breaks through
The meadows all sparkle
from orbwebs with dew
The worlds now awake
the sky vibrant blue
Warming the land
and the day that is new
r.e.
Twilight
Golden illume marks the end of the day
Casting long shadows then light fades away
Crimsom, Magenta set blue skies ablaze
A parting farewell from the sun's final rays
Evening gives way to the stars that appear
The new creasent Moon proclaims twilight is here
r.e.
still waters speak
A pond is but silent
No more in neglect
One stone sets the motion
of the ripple effect.
A splash from the stone
start ripples to grow
Waterlillies, Cattails
all soon are to know
Wider and further
will the waves take
Never forgotten
are sounds that they make
The stone sinks alone
with only thoughts to collect
The pond will sing on
the ripple effect
r.e.
The Moths Final Flight
The candle's flame
Inviting warm light
Attracts the Moth
From out of the night
Flickering bright
Now helpless in trance
Blinding all reason
To this final dance
Flutter and dipping
Closer and low
Unable to escape
the mesmerizing glow
Waltzing with fire
And gripping in sight
Masking the danger
Of the moths final flight
r.e.
First Morning Light
Darkness gives way
to first morning light
Revealing the beauty
covered by night
Cool fog disperse
bright sunlight breaks through
The meadows all sparkle
from orbwebs with dew
The worlds now awake
the sky vibrant blue
Warming the land
and the day that is new
r.e.
Twilight
Golden illume marks the end of the day
Casting long shadows then light fades away
Crimsom, Magenta set blue skies ablaze
A parting farewell from the sun's final rays
Evening gives way to the stars that appear
The new creasent Moon proclaims twilight is here
r.e.
still waters speak
A pond is but silent
No more in neglect
One stone sets the motion
of the ripple effect.
A splash from the stone
start ripples to grow
Waterlillies, Cattails
all soon are to know
Wider and further
will the waves take
Never forgotten
are sounds that they make
The stone sinks alone
with only thoughts to collect
The pond will sing on
the ripple effect
r.e.
The Moths Final Flight
The candle's flame
Inviting warm light
Attracts the Moth
From out of the night
Flickering bright
Now helpless in trance
Blinding all reason
To this final dance
Flutter and dipping
Closer and low
Unable to escape
the mesmerizing glow
Waltzing with fire
And gripping in sight
Masking the danger
Of the moths final flight
r.e.
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Always positive.
We need more like you here.
(Angelina Jolie)
Love ya sweetcheeks!!!
(Angelina Jolie)
your words are visual and have much feeling.
Thank you buddy. That means a lot.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
It was you that brought the pastaNazi and I back I think. Kindness does still exist here.