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Phoenix rising

Phoenix Rising.

She's a golden bird with wings afire, like an eagle she appears
Her age be often very great some say one hundred years.
At death she builds her funeral pyre and puts herself to flame
But she will rise above the fire and she will live again.

This mighty bird rules Scorpio, a deep and mystic sign
Which births those brooding types of folk with questions on their mind.
Who's lives be ruled by transformation, who must rise above the fire
Yes Scorpios be here on earth to rise above desire.

It starts off with the Scorpion, boy she knows how to sting
She hides herself in icy water, to desires she will cling.
And she must grow into an eagle and fly high in the sky
She must peel away the onion layers and learn before she dies.

And then her golden feathers, come ablaze with orange fire
And the Phoenix bird she will rise up above those bold desires.
The fiery eagle will build her pyre and put herself to flames
This be the song of transformation, when life's no more the same.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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My treasure chest

My treasure chest

My treasure chest, is not a truth
It’s but a metaphor
For I have never dreamed of wealth
My treasure is much more
It’s filled with the moon, the stars at night 
And the sun that shines each day
And the beauty of the darkest sky
That highlights milky-way.

It’s filled with trees, majestic trees
And birds that sing so sweetly
My treasure chest it be filled up
But never though completely
Everything that’s beautiful
Is in my treasure chest
It’s filled with all the countless things
That make me happiest.

My treasure chest is never ending
It goes on till forever
It’s filled with all the love that lives
And the sweetness of together
I need no other treasure chest
This one, it satisfies me
For me, I know with certainty
It contains eternity.

21 July 2013 @ 1018hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Ballad | |


To rest awhile

In my Moondust’s arms

In a meadow of flowers

A shady tree

Watching her smile


I wove star flowers

In to her hair

She wove me into her heart

Never such love, so rare

Could be

In a meadow of flowers


We talked and sang

Until the sun set low

Fires lit, in reds and golds

Of loves’ glow

We slept

In blue wool

and silver stars

Amongst its’ folds


The first bird called to me

I looked up

Saw the first morning star

Shining steadily


Across the meadow

Above the trees

The early light

Caught the flash

Of the birds’ wing in flight


I woke my Moondust

Across the meadow

Is the way

The bird showed me

In its’ flight

Guiding us today










We walked through

The flowers of the meadow

Moondusts’ horse followed behind

In that early sunglow


The rush of water could be heard from afar

The meadow ended too soon

The stream could be soon

Upon it…..

The Bridge of the Morning Star


Of ancient oak tree

Carved with magical hands

Its’ trusses carved with birds

On each rail, silver stars were inlaid 

A beautiful canopy of redwood

Completed this crossing

Carved on it, ancient words

“The Morning Star”


The bridge

of The Morning Star

As soon as the sun rose

Like The Morning Star

The bridge faded too

In the coming of daylight

Copyright © Matthew Brackley

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Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole

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Prince of sweet songs


"Prince of sweet songs made out of tears and fire......" ( A Ballad of  François Villon:Envoi-A.C. SWINBURNE)

The prince showed up in the terrace

Looked skyward a bird falling down a shooting star

The prince called his lyricist and a hangman


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A Sapphire Oblivion

It's a beggar's repentance... Two swans dance between the mist and the stars. A sapphire oblivion rages from the moon. ...with a pocket full of apologies.

Copyright © red barchettadrive

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STAR-for Ann

I did not plan,
To meet and fall,
In Love with You!
It Just Happened!
As some things do.
What can I say?

I do not regret,
nor will I fret,
I kind of know.
I guess that you,
don't feel the way I do.

I will always love you.
No matter what.
You do or say.

I can not help it.
Nor would I.
want to.

I will just view You.
from afar,
like gazing at,
a twinkling,

And pray and wait,
and wonder.
the marvel,
that you are.

Copyright © gary dye

Details | Free verse | |

Aurora Borealis

The sunrises like the aurora borealis this morning
With the morning star still glowing brightly
Crickets calling for their mates to come
Noise of man already begun

The air is cool with a crispness
Inviting one to stay on the porch
Taking in all God's awaking of the earth
A few whispy ink black clouds grace the sky

Breathing deeply enjoying the oxygen supplied
My body by God who created the earth
Birds begin to sing God's praises
One lone bird flying high in the darkness

He is just a shadow flying by
To grace my morning on the porch
He must be the early bird that gets the worm
There is a stillness but yet a can feel the air move

As the sun comes slowly up the morning star fades
Gradually disappearing from sight 
Yet it is still there its brillance hidden by the sun
Each tree shadow takes on a different shape

The colors in the sky constantly changes
Just like our lives, no matter how well planned
Life happens and changes occur for good or bad
With mountain top experiences or down in the valley

God is always there but sometimes
We walk off and leave him
He weeps as we turn our back to go
Thank you God for this time 

My time on the porch

Copyright © Sara Kendrick