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Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

0 posted 2004-11-17 10:55 PM

I had a dream of a red moon rising
like the caress of a firestorm
to remind my soul that I can fly
to heaven uncapturable
like a loose leaf from a shade tree.

Oh, beautiful tree, one great Oak,
do you want me?
Will you, when snow begins falling,
hang up the welcome sign
for the mind of a woman
before it, like a whisper of air
lost in the shuffle of passing things
and human temperament,
falls like a summer storm
into Serenity’s garden party?

Some friendships die young
in the merging tastes of life and death
but with each drop of blood
stringing me along
in this “Hell on Earth” reality series
there’ll be a moment of somewhere in time
to rock my moon of passion’s storm
and bring clarity to a shade tree gypsy
under a shady Maple
painting with the mind
the hearts of married men
all in time
blowing up the tv.     (can you picture it?)

Social camouflage doesn’t work
nor a secret kept on the road
that takes me home in my own way
and the shadowed play of truth seekers
at the gathering
no fountain or harvest moon
when two fists down and to the left
a volcano, Mount St. Helens,
waits to erupt
and disrupt
a new bachelor’s ramblings.

With nature I’m at one
but my collection of bad dreams
in this perfect paradise living by the sea
and the ocean of tomorrow
brings the lack of inside me
and sighs of September still cry
when holding on to moments
and seeking something traditional
like Alicia, the bar room queen,
when overestimating lilac dreams
of tender faith.

Soft adorn after the storm
and time remains standing still
this picture perfect September morn
but God never sleeps
within your song,
the Cincinnati Rhapsody
and St. Louis Serenade.

Blue October …
and where do we stand from here?
Chocolate Brunettes and Strawberry Blondes
survivors, with lavender tea and quiet
like yet another dream?

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2004-11-18 01:39 PM

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

2 posted 2004-11-18 02:05 PM

Social camouflage doesn’t work
nor a secret kept on the road
that takes me home in my own way
and the shadowed play of truth seekers
at the gathering
no fountain or harvest moon
when two fists down and to the left
a volcano, Mount St. Helens,
waits to erupt
and disrupt
a new bachelor’s ramblings.

the entire poem was simply stunning

harmony to the T

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.