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DragonsDragons.

Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
the mythical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.

The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.

Emerging weak and hungry,
Parchment wings
Unfurl for the first time.
Infant sings
For mothers attention.

Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.

Upon the winds they soar
Swooping,Dragons8 years ago in Free Verse

WolvesWolves

Silent as the night
Beautiful as the stars
Protective as a mother
Playful as a child

They sing together
They sing alone
They sing to the moon
They sing to each other

They sing to their children
They watch them grow
They are like something
That we'll never know

They live together
They live as one
They walk with the stars
They sing to the moon

They are our bothers
They are our sisters
So let them live with us
Let them live wild

Wild as the wind
Wind as the stars
Wild as the moon

They are wild
Wild wolves

Sisters of the stars
Bothers of the wind
Children of the moonWolves5 years ago in Free Verse

Eternal guardian of the forest
Whose pale eyes glow from the shadows
Running with the wind, fluid and sleek
Your fangs alone make the law

With the stars reflecting off your coat
Of burnished silver fire
Your ears are alert and forward
As a howl echos in the distance

Standing alone, watching through the night
As the moon travels the path of the sky
Unknown, unseen, but forever needed
Wolf...protector of the forest

Protect the weak, join the strong
Pass the birthright to your young
Wolf...guardian of the forest
May you always remain eternalThe Wolf9 years ago in Free Verse

The WolvesTheir enchanting voices
Cry to the crystal moon
As light of silver
Descends with grace

The pale river sparkles
Suddenly alive
It shivers uncontrollably
Chilled by their cries

Time is frozen
The moment slowly fades
The wolves prowl restlessly
Calling to each other

A song of wonder
Fills the air
None have heard it before
Though it is as ancient as the moonThe Wolves8 years ago in Free Verse

Bisexual Pride

Yes I am bi
No it does not matter
Every person is as good as the latter

I love differently
Yet I think the same
Many may say it but I am not insane

It's not a phase
or a lust for sex
It is me on the inside being myselfBisexual Pride2 years ago in Free Verse

WolfI saw my soul that day
I saw it in a pair of amber eyes
Full of sorrow and understanding
I saw the true me that day
In the swiftness of running
On four feet instead of two
Claws and teeth ferocious
As well as kind
I found my true name
In the warm grey fur
Hard and stiff like rocks
Yet soft like velvet
I saw how wonderous the wild is
In song, and soft moss bedding
To work as a team, and to love
I found myself that day
I was lost and blind before
I found myself in the eyes
The eyes of a wolf
He showed me the path
That was hidden
The magic of living again
Not dying, if not for him
I would be dead
I shall never forget thatWolf7 years ago in Free Verse

Love

It's something in all of us,
different but still the same.

It's a way of expression;
some times normal,
well some times strange.

It's a feeling that you have;
sometimes happy,
or sometimes sad.

It's a curse,
or a blessing.

It's something that makes you lose yourself,
or help you find your true self.

It's something that will always happen,
whether like it or not.
But something that can't be controlled,
or be freed.

But always be happy,
that you can love.Love2 years ago in Free Verse

RedMoon WolfsLet me tell you a word,
A word of the book of the moon
When earth was born
Wolfs ruled all
And from wolfs were born
Humans.
Their messengers of the red moon
When the flower of lunar blooms
May the paradise of wolfs be opened
By the wolf of legend
His fur as white as the lunar flower
His blood as pure as the ocean is blue
His pride,
Unbreakable even to his own heart
He guides the wolfs of brown and gray
And to the end is were they are to stay

In the end I will tell you now
Blood ran free on the snow covered ground
As the wolf of black appeared to kill
To take the flower
And murder it still
Though her blood alone is poison,RedMoon Wolfs7 years ago in Free Verse

The EarthenI have a wooden heart.
Slowly carved from the crevice
of the poison oak
twined around the holly and ivy
hawthorne, birch, beech,
brittle aspen and whispering pine--
I am what the earth has made me.

Cut open my flesh and sow the seeds
that drift free of the veins like snow;
each dandelion tuft or seedpod remnant
swishing off with each sweep
of the wind's own broom,
spilling words and stories as they go;
growing as they fall,
dying as they wane.

I have bones comprised of iron.
They stand rigid to attention, militant
against the flaking igneous tissue
and the congealing rocky muscle,
layers of fossilized concepts
drilledThe Earthen1 year ago in Free Verse

l'hiver.(you can't tell the birds and the snow apart in the sky:
the grand church of dizzying space - )

and the trees are yellowed in cowardice, raking the sky
to the ground and around and around.

listen to your organs: the almost grand piano of the
churches i'd never attend.

and never mistake the courage of the sky for the cowardice
of the ground. never frown, never frown.

listen to your palms: the salty swing of the old snow
burning up on silk and splendor.

and visit the dying snow birds in their graves of the
ground, and they drown and drown.

(you can't tell the birds and the snow apart in the sky:
a grand church of dizzying space wl'hiver.1 year ago in Free Verse

a promise.i am

a summer day,
riding a bike
and

crashing; i am scarred,
scraped knees
but i am

healing. i am
in a city of leaves,
hiding

from letters
and numbers.
i am the ice
pressed against skin,

raising goosebumps; i
am the powder drifting
from the sky,

and i am the grass
peeking
from underneath white.

i am life.a promise.4 years ago in Free Verse

rootslike drowned men who have lost their
clothes and faces, they lay suspended
facing the sun and grinning without
eyes through the ripples of the water.

those passing by wonder how they got here,
these homeless men without fingers or toes
long spindly stumps twisting into lost roots:

reaching to the east, to the south,
to the homes they have forgotten.roots2 years ago in Free Verse

BlewI could never dream of English
rains that lashed the slabs of Cornish
paves, as a wild clawed cat paws
waves into boats onto rocks
unto death. Hear the slosh

slosh slosh of Mousehole harbour's
bathtub slop; see the gulls flying
backwards, the rainbows as warning
flags, the white horses blowing
up the cliff and over the heath,
taste the wind-nipped salt
drying on your lips. Once I felt

the lightning buzz before
it cleaved a nearby birch in two,
once saw the eye of Men-an-Tol
winking in the storm, and fish
jumping for their very lives
straight into the mouths of birds.

The sea is everywhere. It bites
at our ankles, gnaws at tBlew3 years ago in Free Verse

A Wolf's Lullaby

Looking through my opened window
Unable to sleep at all
I hear a wolf's cry
Full of sadness and pain
At the sound of it I start to cry

Running into the forest with only my pjs
I follow the trails of wolves
Looking for wounded soul that cried

Finding the wounded animal
Knowing it's about to die
I get on my knees and craddle it's head
Singing a wolf's lullaby

Several years later unable to sleep again
I hear the sound of wolves crying
Full of happiness and rejoice
I fall asleep at the sound of a wolf's lullabyA Wolf's Lullaby8 years ago in Free Verse

winter has swallowed the worldwinter has swallowed the world today,
his blistering fury biting at faces

and speckling tree trunks and window
panes. he disguises all things, provides

a pure slate of marble dust that blankets
every surface. when he finally settles down,

all things settle with him. the pine forest
has become a herd of mammoths, weary branches

quietly sweeping the ground below.winter has swallowed the world5 years ago in Free Verse

when the shadows are long3 years ago in Free Verse

Orion, UpOrion, Up

god is asleep,
but lambs are bleating.

In heaven, Orion is cartwheeling
through the southern sky, tall and thin
and far away. He is your constellation,
and has been these three years.

A cigarette flicked toward empyrean fails
and falls onto desert
plants, unseasonably full from autumn

rainstorms that sweep me up, churning and silt-laden,
across borders, against the months
to Texas
and haybale sheep, grazing
under a goosedown sky.Orion, Up4 years ago in Free Verse

AUTUMN WOMANDeep within the belly of my home...
I sip gingerbread tea and line my bed with
the skin of October, groaning beneath my feet
the floor creaks like aging bones, I hear the
air's cookie crunch outside, it breaks up the
fast of my fantasies with its crackling cold,
whispering that Autumn's pantry has been
stocked with a bounty of seasonal reruns,
I see the Sky skirt low before the nibbling
frost as I step outside, I am not as cold as
others may be, I am warmed by Autumn's
plump lips upon mine, keeping me warm
with her mulled applespice, I kiss her-deep
and probing even deeper-our love leaves us
tangled on the Earth, steaming and swAUTUMN WOMAN3 years ago in Free Verse

the ocean is pollutedthe ocean is polluted
and our children will be throat down baptized
in its weightless mausoleum choke.

staring at the rising tide
swallowing the shore,
swallowing the rivers,
man sees himself reflected across the cerulean surface,
remembers the tyrants past,
given power so surging
(the helpless destroyers),
sees the giant lumbering to transplant him
in an ecosystem generated for the mermen,
the chemically inflated
above the land where
there is only hunger and cold,
the leftover lineage
of an animal that slit its own tongue
and drank its belly full,
desperate for the memory of blood.the ocean is polluted5 years ago in Free Verse

Rock Meautumn blunders in, clumsy
stiff fingers frosted still
by early winds, rocking trees
back and forth

red leaves splatter the ground
paint drops, hanging from drooping
branches, rotten fruit still litters the sidewalks

i head south for the fall with the ducks.

the train creaks like aching joints
there's a crow on
my windowsill, ruffling his feathers
the trees flash by
red -yellow-red

my ticket's got a hole in the middle
from being folded over and over
the crow says "summer ain't that great, Peach Girl."
i watch the sky and ignore his clicking black beak
"the autumn's gonna follow
right behind ya
'n turn the whole world reRock Me2 years ago in Free Verse

Fionnuala's SongMirror-light curls and carves
the ripples of the
moon-dyed
lake,

willow-dipped,

velveteen,

cool as a northern caress on
the wing –

I think that I

might be a

birdFionnuala's Song5 years ago in Free Verse

Miyamoto Musashi's Poetrywe reconstruct the man
from shards of paper and pottery
(a shrike in ink
a small wooden bodhisattva
a practical treatise on swordplay)

he said his only teacher was Nature
which is a fine thing to say
when you're good at everything

they say he slew Ganryū
with a length of oar
he'd whittled on impulse into a sword

so much for the soul of the samurai:
not metal, flashing and hard
priceless and irreplaceable

only a discarded wooden spar
emerging from refuse
to refuse returning

and perhaps his poems were the same
nourished by earth and water
whispering an answer to wind
burbling off towards the long sea

and this is how hiMiyamoto Musashi's Poetry8 years ago in Free Verse

LintukotoLife as a stained glass window in the cosmos:
a well of misfortune, shattered hours,
pieces of night and liquid decades.

A bird crosses the universe
and in the corner of eternity it warbles
a song that encloses everything.

I escape to the route of tempest:
the galaxy, oniric labyrinths,
a spiral path to madness.Lintukoto7 months ago in Free Verse

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