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They say white shadows stampede a full moon.
In veils of stars they come, to groom night plumes.
Under doors they silently slip, keeping dreams lit.
Her autumn hair fell into the branches; against the limbs she wept.
Her tears like salt into the earth, green branches holding their breath.
A lover’s light stands in the garden every night.
In the briar of roses, the scent of a heart beats.
It covets the dreams of a child of great longing.
Little black sheep wandered far from the flock,
While following the green grass in the field,
Until it looked up, around, and took stock,
And then it realized that its fate was sealed;
I do always tease my Dad
That I would one day name my son Lucifer.
He would always get sad
'coz He thought my mind was away too far.
Oh Lucifer, morning star, Bringer of Light!
It stood alone, a gargoyle there, a mouth swollen in a world’s despair.
Along the bank this cavity grew in knotted vines where dreams chew.
It's often been said, time after time,
As one door closes, another opens,
I've found this to be true along the line,
But I didn't know the past 'd be broken;
When the violins played
Wannabe their strings
When the cellos swayed
Wannabe their wings
When the trumpets sound
Wannabe their waking call
Trombones are crowned
The tuba caps them all
We can melt like candles
Our heart a burning wick
A fire with eyes so loving
Fragrant flames that lick
Healing light that holds us
A shadow against the wall
When all is said and done
Nature dies, revives,
Over winter and spring -
Are not dreams the same?
Copyright ⓒ Chris Ryall 2014
Headache is Man
Because he can
Uses his tongue
His dirge unsung
Words come out
Full of shout
Scare love away
The snow comes down softly and slowly,
taking its sweet old time.
It's got no hurries, no worries, no obligations.
No words it has to rhyme.
It's covering our cars, our lives,
Well, I came to find you dreamy,
with a warmth of healing touch,
taking comfort in the feelings
that swept over me so much.
And a gentle peace within me
now's to flow through all I've found.
And so comes the day that I turn fifty,
And what still never fails to amaze,
Is how time flies by so very swiftly,
Five decades of years, months, weeks and days.
True prevailings of the spirit, and smooth sailings of the heart.
Here among a sunlit setting, floral grace fills nature's art.
Ways of light be now upon us, for the path ahead is clear.
Would they sing my words?
Would they praise my lyrics?
Poetry reflects my art
When joy visits my heart
I wish upon a star
To be the shining bright
As I look up with desires
Fat books and dead poets
Scattering in envy over my floor
Each backless like a flipped crab
Full as a blocked toilet and
Only half as wise; so bang out
The rhymes; may have to slip down
Pride is the poison running rampant
Like a strange virus...
Stage three doing damage to the
Shape beef and satan is the blame for it
God knew but...
Satan never came forward
Your name flows in my veins,
straight to my heart,
leaving no room for any other.
And I wouldn't want it any other
The daydream is despised by many folk
who feel that will power is the better way.
Yet daydreams often bring creative thoughts
and teach us what to do and what to say.