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David Ranisav Poem
I stroll along the ocean shore.
Hours past the dipping sun.
The night is hot.
The air is still.
Where is that breeze?
That swaying wind
to spin this summer calm.
The day so long and the ocean rests,
yet there’s sweeping waves of rise and fall.
I’m puzzled how these waters dance.
They prance along this sandy beach.
Who leads this dance,
this mystic prance
for the wind’s
dance card is full?
I whisk my curious sense of sight,
an open turn, two-steps,
a shuffle beyond the sky of night.
To find the moon, le danseur,
the pulling partner of this
French ballroom dance tonight.
Copyright © David Ranisav | Year Posted 2015
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What must he do to unearth a day,
a day when he may pause?
His soul is tamed.
His essence drained.
Where is that day of lull?
He exists to labour in his material world.
A starving wallet as his reward.
His past is spent.
His future taxed.
His greed desires more.
He wonders through the roads of life.
Exhaustion shackled to his wealth.
Stay left. Turn right.
He has no map.
Lost and all alone.
His smiling eyes have lost their grin.
Dreams of family beyond his grasp.
He bids to love.
He cannot share.
It’s seems its all in vain.
His depleted youth is all but gone.
Life’s journey void of cherished times.
The days are short.
The years compressed.
Life and time so intertwined.
What must he free to realize this day,
a day when he may change his path?
A cross road is here.
Time draws near.
He must begin to be.
Copyright © David Ranisav | Year Posted 2015
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There is indeed but one of you.
I’m captivated by your allure.
So much depth in heart and soul,
Your zest for life forever flows.
Smooth and silky legs so long,
Stunning eyes of hazel brown,
Lips so soft, like velvet smooth—
Your quenching kiss, I thirst for more.
Your charm, a spell that captures me,
Drawing me close; I will not flee.
A gentle touch, your warm embrace,
Has won my heart with perfect ease.
From now till then,
My friend,
My love,
My longing for you will never end.
Copyright © David Ranisav | Year Posted 2016
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Once was a calm that lurid me
with all her warmth and hope.
Once was a storm that captured me
with all her force and might.
a wind that ensued with it
and remanded me throughout the night.
Where were you as I was drenched
for her clouds unleashed that day?
Once was a sun that finally came
and freed me from her controlling ways.
Copyright © David Ranisav | Year Posted 2016
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David Ranisav Poem
They search.
They probe,
within their hearts
outside their minds.
So sad.
So harsh.
These beings grind.
Their ken of peace,
displaced but kind.
Each step a question
Each
Through shadows they wander
But fechos of the past.
For solace they seek.
of peace fill the air.
Flicker of hope to oust this despair.
Copyright © David Ranisav | Year Posted 2015
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Her wandering eyes are on a hunt again,
longing for a visual fling.
He senses her growing urge
is standing at the door of lust.
She tries to skirt her moral compass
and soon realize its not enough.
The priceless gift he gave was trust
with open eyes she is blind to this.
No matter what it always seems
she craves to please her selfish needs.
Their love will not mature with time
like her deeply cherished wines.
He believes with all his heart
once love begins it always thrives.
Image if he could see her thoughts,
a sobering glimpse of their demise.
Copyright © David Ranisav | Year Posted 2016
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David Ranisav Poem
Perhaps by chance,
Copyright © David Ranisav | Year Posted 2016
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The spell of spring transpires in
as rains of life begin to mend.
Meadows vast with bumble bees
and yellow blooms between the trees.
The scent of fresh consumes the air
from fields of lavender with such flair.
Summer sounds of plunging water.
Babbling brooks sharing idle chatter.
The sky is clear and blue with friends.
Birds with songs as nature trends.
Alluring grasslands entice the sun
with stems of long and daisy mums.
Cool gales of autumn and clouds of grey,
begin to usher the warmth away.
Lulled to sleep are woodland trees
with dancing leaves on breezy days.
Harvest colours of golden rust.
Fallen leaves that smell of musk.
Chilled winter winds begin to bite
with swirling snow so crisp and white.
Waterfalls that stand so still.
Frozen lakes capped with snowdrift hills.
The wintry sun yields days of cold.
Frigid nights that grip a hold.
Seasons change but never end.
Onward forward without suspend.
Triumphant bursts of celebration,
then a gentle fade in dwindling motion.
Each in turn with its splendour.
One begins as the others slumber.
Copyright © David Ranisav | Year Posted 2024
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