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Shadow's poems--Light on Still Water
Please feel free to critique. I am always interested in improving.
This is a poem I wrote for an Inn at Eternal Nox (another avatar site which unfortunately is no longer with us) Meet me at the Moonlight Inn Where the dark and you are welcome friends. The night’s gentle smile in the sky Seems to ask if you’ll stop by To sip sweet dreams or bide awhile To rest between the next hard miles. So sit and think and listen well As many here have a tale to tell. The darkest corners hold the brightest lights-- Those who have wings that stretch in flights Of fancy and wishes and secrets dire. Rest here my dear traveler by the fire. Drink down the words as well as the ale Escape the world that is harsh and stale. For here each night are stories fresh And dreamers meet and soul friends mesh. Place an order, we’ll bring a plate Set down your stars and change your fate. ************************************ Written after I ran into my high school sweetheart years after we lost touch: Apple Blossom I saw you today at the mall, Strong with work and love. You told me you were getting married tomorrow, As you held your beautiful baby girl, And twisted your wedding band on your finger. Somewhere inside me a wisp of a dream Fluttered away like tattered silk in the wind. ************************************ This was written because my friends always tease me about being "one of the quiet ones"--Make sure you read the title or you might get the wrong idea:sweat: Bookworm: The Love Life of an Avid Reader or To Freud with Love Also titled: It’s Always the Quiet Ones—a Salute to Librarians Many are my lovers, Opening themselves to me, Sharing their innermost selves. Like a fickle schoolgirl, I flit From one to another, Satisfying my hunger, Growing sated. They fondle my soul With their desire To be used. I run a fingernail down A lover’s spine in anticipation Of the assignation to come. In a fit of passion, I will strip them of their jackets, Leaving them naked, my fingers Grasping their sides in my lustful Pursuit of more. I leave them lying on the floor, Trembling in the breeze of my passing, While I hunt for the next victim Of my unquenchable thirst. |
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