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life
Sacred Indian bird of prey
gliding amongst
ancient ghost spirits
in the wind riding high
bathing in the ever-present sunlight
over the wicked forests
into the twilight
keeping a watchful eye
upon her prey that
she will strike beneath the moon’s light
Magnificent wings
Spread wide apart
Majestic beauty
across the skies carried by her god mother nature
Near and far
Stalker in the night
The hunted shall not rest
Until her hunger is gone
And obliged
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COMMENTS
LP45 says: Excellent write veelay. Very dramatic imagery like a scene right out of NatGeo Wild. Thanks for sharing. |
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2b2b2 says: Tight Capture.....Bravo...thanks for sharing! |
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Hammock
Waves crashing along the seaside Beneath the diamond lit night Dreams and fantasies In the slipstream Fading out of sight In a seashell auditorium Bathed in moonlight  |
Evening Fright1Evening Fright Scarecrow The witness of silent lightning. Hears the first crack of thunder As the animals flee Rain starts to fall The sky breathes Her whipping cool breeze Cracks of lightning and trees Resound admist The rumbling angry skies While in candlelit houses The humbled for mercy plead |
Sunday
Golden light in the distance Blankets the horizon Beneath the endless Blue abyss Cool shadows Outside windows Birds sing As the wind blows No creature alone All together In the kingdom We call home |
Seaside Anchor
The irony of the clock The ride has ended The ship has docked The captain has departed Sailors flocked Only the Seals and seabirds The sea shells and crusted oysters Remain Upon glistening nighttime Sparkling moonlit Ocean plains |
The Space Between.
The answer lies within a dream At the end of the rainbow Before it burns away Heat mist vapor trails Burning into thin air |
High Upon StoneHigh Upon Stone Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness Heeding her Muted cries Within is a heart That could never lie Outside a body and face That shall never die |
1958 Southwest Border history
Warmth of Steel guitars In warm bars Mellow blues Old news Nothing new Yesterday’s news Paperback writing Bad news Unconfiding Upon teary Eyes Forever always crying
In rides the horse Paperback rider Slowly galloping The devils news On fire Fearful gossip Acquired Bad news Ears tired Dogs Mothers Children Wish not To inquire Of the sojourning lonesome stranger Truthful liar |
Scope
Walkin Tru The shadows Light Beneath the midnight Lite In the end of the tunnel The light shines Bright Heaven’s sake Clarity Truth Lies Cool air skylights/ |
Eves Light
Jestures of love And light Lights of Twilight Moonlit nights Dry tears And sighs Soft cries Moaning Lies What lies Beyond the light Surprises of starlight Rebirth by The early Mornings Lite In the midnight True Loving blue Lovers ove One Another true Embracing dreams Beneath Moonbeams Within of wonderous Realms Cool pools Of blue With nothing But one another Nothing to Lose |
Bearing barren
Peso peasants Many shirtless Under the dreary sun Live the life unpleasant Begging Mother earth For rain, A day another Fruit for the brother Toiling in the fields Wondering what tomorrow Shall yield While feeble grandmas and uncles Cousins Weave nighttime warmth hoping the cactus gods will relent and one day let the ripe burning thirsty and starving tribes heal
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