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The Gnat

The spider Queen, aloofly vain!
She rules a silent ruthless reign
with black-bead eyes like pearls of rain
that soak the depths of her demesne.



A spider spins, with nimble feet,
a sticky web of grim deceit
that drapes the corners, dark, discreet,
in catacombs of her retreat.

Her jointed legs (they number eight)
traverse the threads with stilted gait,
but often more she'll sit and wait 
within the hub of her estate.

Poor spider lives her life alone
ensconced within a silky throne;
unless a transient guest comes flown,
her life bides empty, monotone.

Well, now and then, a sullen breeze
may twitch the toils, begin to tease -
but nothing's caught and nothing pleas,
so patience bids  at times like these.

But then again, when stars ignite,
may maunder by a fly by night,
be taught a dance, a writhing rite,
within a lace of death, wrapped tight.

Sometimes a spider's in the mood
and waits awhile, whilst being wooed -
and then, to later feed her brood,
the widow slays her mate for food.

In time a spider dies, 'tis true,
bequeathing but a residue
entwined like branches of a yew
in mourning, graced with silver dew.



One asks "What purpose serves the GNAT -
to feed and make the spider fat?"
Well, 'tis perchance just naught but that
within a mindless habitat...

"Yet, what's the aim?" you may inquire,
at the heart of MAN's desire.
"To which goals should WE aspire
reaching high and reaching higher?"

We've, through the ages, left the mire,
trundling wheels and taming fire,
doing deeds that must inspire,
nursing needy, calming crier, …

Such things as these we all admire:
- pacifist and war defier
(some are bolder, some are shyer)
- patience (something to acquire);

- humanity (Life's magnifier)
- charity (the self-denier)
- tolerance (the justifier) 
- love of Life (the deifier). 

What more could ones like we require?
Needless kneeling neath the spire?
Childish chanting in the choir?	
Preaching hell's eternal pyre?

No, Death's the only rectifier,
comes the instant you expire,
nothing after, nothing prior -

So, treasure Life and don't deny Her…

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Fog Of Sunshine

Upon arriving in a cold dawn breeze
Whilst hands might be full, demanding to lift
Eagle eyed on such a shadow at ease
Extends a welcome, still I became stiff.
Aura’s on edge to this fragile posture 
Dismal charade coats his inner bearing
As river of moonshine does not torture
The eight, deep-seated ‘til rays are glaring.
Gathered for indulgence at fresh midday 
The fragile has a mouth for his wise tongue
Sharing trivia that carried me away
And yet bluffs as a flat poker-faced young.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
That is quite an open-and-shut draw line.

Skin fires up along waters in motion
A query comes in, hailed to modern dame
The rant of the fragile spurs his notion
Though excuse me, could not join your game.
Flushed and away from taking the crisp pledge
I sway to the tune of compelling tracks
Heretofore, an act that I must not hedge
Straight outside where the dazed fragile relaxed.
From pedals and licks to favored genre
The familiarity is round-the-clock
Surplus existence is not a contra
Evanescence of the soul comes to knock.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
Drop out of sight; I think I will be fine.

First shot - a lustrous rust from ripe wonder
The seven, battled the craft of reason
Second shot - a mind’s eye leads to blunder
The two, tempted for the sake of season.
Allured to the voice of inviting mischief
A seal that is all but butterfly kiss
Dries the dearest out beyond disbelief
Enough of it calls the shots of mere bliss.
Gasp of steamy air echoes out of range
Lingering for the deep touch of desire
Vague urge gives in to an enticing change
Tender strokes spring from the poise we aspire.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
The fragile climbed the capstone; likewise, mine.

The first blush rises above horizon
As the three sheets to the wind tiptoed well
Being caught in a fly-by-night zion
Upstairs is under one’s wing from the spell.
Scruffy yet born with bewitching feature
Voice endowed with suavity sweeps off feet
Mesmeric eyes that can cause mild seizure
Dear me now, could not stare or even greet. 
The four, smoothed the way back to how things charm
Others remained; clueless of what took shape
Swan song by the fragile got my cheek warm
Treated this breathing space as sweet escape.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
Still and all, an open-and-shut draw line.

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The Greatest Whimsy

It's the greatest whimsy that ever was.
Because..Because..Because..
I'm off the ground, to go to the moon.
I'm off the ground, in my red balloon.
I'll fly by day.I'll fly by night.
I'll fly by air, when the time is right.

It's the greatest whimsy that ever was.
Because..Because..Because..
Whimsical whimsy-whimsy why? 
Because I see the morning sky.
I'll jump in my plane, and off I fly.
Off I fly.Off I fly.
Into the morning's deep blue sky.
I'll never even wonder why? 

It's the greatest whimsy that ever was.
I want to fly, like a big white dove.
Because..Because..Because..
Because the air is full of love.
The ocean blue.Our love's so true.
Whimsical whimsy-whimsy why? 
I want to kiss, the deep blue sky.

It's the greatest whimsy that ever was.
Because..Because..Because..

Whimsical-Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2002,2015..ALL rights reserved..

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The Lover

As I lay up treasures in the summer of my youth.
Counting coup on censure, random acts uncouth.
Defenseless maidens hover,
searching for the lover
they find not in me, neither compassion nor truth.

Forbid me not to boast my many conquests done.
The bragging rights mount as I subdue one by one.
In lonely solitude they weep.
Dreams fade, they cannot sleep,
wasting their gift on a fly by night just out for fun.

While I make no promises which I can not fulfill.
They expect to interject a language of love at will. 
A mental walk to the alter,
then afterwards they falter.
When any hopes for further cohabitation I kill.

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FLY BY NIGHT

You fly without wings
through a night without time
yet you manage to land where you please

You see what you want
without eyes there to guide you
and you've entered without any keys

You've taken the knowledge
you gained in your travels
and tucked it away in your mind

Knowing well, in the future
on one of your journeys
you are bound to meet more of your kind...

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The Eagle and the Dove

I am a eagle who rules the sky,
I am mighty and strong, what possibly
could go wrong?
I am a Dove so fragile and sweet,
Please Mr. Eagle don't have me to eat.
I could be your companion,
I could be your friend,
Please don't let my life come to a end.
Why should I spare your life,
when you dared to fly by me 
and not fly by night?
When you dared to come into my sky,
did you not think you might die?
Should I have you not to eat,
when you are so fragile and so sweet.
This time I will allow you to escape,
Next time it shall be your life,
it would be your time of fate.

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Full Moon at Halloween

There’s a full moon at Halloween this year
With characters being dressed up as death
Everyone loves to bring a lot of good cheer
While evil tries to go and take your breath

There are flying creatures that fly by night
Owls, ravens, and bats are to name a few
They love the full moon with lots of fright
Going all about scaring everybody and you

The haunted house which is upon a large hill
Is the most frightening place you’ve ever seen
A place of great fear, a place to give a thrill
All these things are on this night, Halloween

Russell Sivey

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New dimensions

By: Sashi.Prabhu(Zeauoxian)
Written on:28/07/2012

At times the person within me feels all alone,
The nomad within me I try to keep happy and joys within full blown.

Far away from a place called home,
With purpose and goals but without love and alone

Fly by night, fly by day
Up and down the country I travel all the way

Peeking outside my oval window
Blueness always with patches of white to endow

My eyes capture dark clouds
White clouds, shapeless clouds


Till a time the sky reflects
And my eyes illume with lights deflect

      As time passes and places I cover each day
Things I imagined and thought I knew

Are far from true and to me become clear.
And in these small things that keep changing

I encapsulate myself from the outside
I whither my thoughts to new dimensions

I shiver in my skins and shed the old ones
I quiver within my heart

 Out flows the rust
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust

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fly by night

this life means nothing
our  world is one of many considered for scrapping
hell is the only solution in gods mind for its people
if we are to bite
if we are to hell
it must be BIG.

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A TEXT FROM THE CRYPT

‘Who’d be a vampire these 
days?’
Said Dracula one night,
‘This country’s going down 
the tubes,
It’s not a pretty sight.’

‘Tell me about it, Dracca,’
His fly-by-night friend said.
‘It’s all these Goths – I can’t 
tell
Who’s alive and who’s undead.’

‘And teenagers – how weird are 
they?’
Said Dracca, deeply vexed,
‘They talk in some strange 
lingo
And communicate by text.’

‘I blame the parents, Dracca,’
His outraged crony said.
‘They let the kids go clubbing
When they should be home 
in bed.’

‘But the parents have been 
brainwashed,’
Said Dracca. ‘Have you seen
The way they sit transfixed
While gazing at a plasma 
screen?’

‘And now there’s Health and 
Safety,
What’s that lot all about?
They’ve cramped our style so 
much
Some nights it’s not worth 
coming out.’

‘I might give up this lark,’ he 
said,
(By now extremely miffed),
‘And get a proper job that 
won’t 
Involve the graveyard shift.’

‘In your dreams, old mucker,’
His friend said with a smirk,
‘With all this unemployment
Who would offer you some 
work?’

‘Well, p’raps you’re right,’ 
said Dracca,
‘But I really have to say
That the vampire business 
isn’t
What it was in our young 
day.’

‘But now it’s getting early,
So let’s call it a night,
We’ll meet same time 
tomorrow
And go out and get a bite.’

‘A bite? Well, that’s a laugh,’
His friend said with a ghoulish 
grin,
‘We hardly get a look-in now,
No wonder we’re so thin.’

‘In fact I can’t recall
The last nutritious meal I 
sipped.’
And on that note the gruesome 
twosome
Crept back into the crypt.


BY
DARRYL ASHTON

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A True Friendship

A true friendship is a rare gem indeed.
One is just as hard to find when in dire need.

This is when one learns who is an acquaintance,
Shown by a small yet significant difference.

Once the subtleties have been distinguished,
And those fly by night friendships extinguished.

Hopefully the true friends are the ones you keep.
As the saying goes, "What you sow is what you reap.”

True friends lift you to the highest heights,
They make your heart sing with angelic delight.

So many people have those gems locked in their heart.
Remind them often you love them and never to part.

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Fly By Night

Fly By Night

I am a mosquito, 
And I fly by night.
I can fly very high,
Higher than a kite.

I can touch the moon.
With its alluring blue glow 
Wait! That’s not the moon.
OH NO!

ZAP!

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Fly By Night


With the fowling stench
       Of Creation
Of the Los Heaven's afar
We do much to grapple
      For the money
Or maybe a big new shinny
      Car
      ------
The stench to eternality
Stretches' far beyond
         As far as
You and for me to see
Spend it, with the Devil
   Or with Thee
      ------
I would rather live Life
For the like's of eternality
      -------
I shall live life's worth
   In most part
Living in the mainger
    By and large
Living of this God's
    Green earth
Knowing that some day
If only the world would change
      Fore their is only one God
Fore He is my heart
      -------
He is my first beloved
And without His love
Thing's will never be
        The same
      ------
Since my day of birth'
   He has so much
Giving pennant's for
      So many
For those who hadn't any
      ------
With credence to so many
They soared as they 
        Reached the Sky
While those of us
Whom still walk this earth
    Were born to live
For better or worse
   Until this day
We must die
      ------
       And thusly,
I pay homage to thee
   And so be it by
The Grace of God
There go I

           GF

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lonely

At times the person within me feels all alone
the nomad within me I try to keep happy and joys within full blown
Far away from a place called home,
With purpose and goals but without love and alone

Fly by night, fly by day
up and down the country I travel all the way
Peeking outside my oral window
blueness always with patches of white glow

My eyes capture dark clouds
White clouds, shapeless clouds
Till a time the sky reflects
and my eyes illume with lights deflect

As time passes And places I cover each day
Things I imagined and thought I knew
Are far from true and to me become clear.
And in these small things that keep changing

I encapsulate myself From the outside
I whither my thoughts to new dimensions
I shiver in my skins and shed the oil ones
I quiver within my heart out flows the rust

From ashes to ashes dust to dust

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Ravens Await

The bats fly by night
Through a dark eerie graveyard
Where ravens fly down
And move onto the gravestones
An eerie darkness exists

The moonlight comes in
Opens whole new spark tonight
Leaves the witch within
Perfect spot to make the curse
Cauldron contains all she needs

Jack-O-Lanterns guard
Protect the evil inside
The grove holds the spell
To bring the youth of the young
Straight onto the wicked witch

Then the bats return
To the old rickety tree
Which to roost after -
Their long search for devil’s blood
To keep them alive so long

The ravens watch, wait
Their turn will come soon enough
Where they will be called
To show their mark of the dead
On a strange Halloween night

Russell Sivey

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New dimension

By: Sashi.Prabhu(Zeauoxian)
13/07/12 redrafted on 28/07/2012
At times the person within me feels all alone,
the nomad within me I try to keep happy and joys within full blown.

Far away from a place called home,
With purpose and goals but without love and alone

Fly by night, fly by day
up and down the country I travel all the way

Peeking outside my oral window
blueness always with patches of white to endow

My eyes capture dark clouds
White clouds, shapeless clouds

Till a time the sky reflects
and my eyes illume with lights deflect

      As time passes And places I cover each day
Things I imagined and thought I knew

Are far from true and to me become clear.
And in these small things that keep changing

I encapsulate myself From the outside
I whither my thoughts to new dimensions

I shiver in my skins and shed the oil ones
I quiver within my heart

 out flows the rust
From ashes to ashes
 dust to dust

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When You Wish Upon a Firefly

A hot and summer evening breeze
In jest tickled the napping bees
Incandescent, of floating musk
Shadows like dancing glow at dusk.

Hugging pine trees from branch to branch
Down on the grass gaily they hopped
Such a beauty I'd like to catch
To watch them dance, maybe make love
Freely, on the palm of my hand.

Wished upon a firefly, as a kid I had
Watched your sparkle many evenings
High in hopes, eyes wide open
Twinkles from your flickering lights
Told me that ills would fly by night.

Enchanted I was, you thrilled me
Yet calming like a cup of tea
Left home for decades now I have
Missed your playful spirit and salve.

Like me the gentle autumn wind
From great distance, faith unknowing
Carried me over here to seek
Greener pastures or winning streaks 
And you, for greyer twilight crests.

It was on my birthday last year
In Portage, Michigan, oh what
A grand reunion we did have
When my dear granddaughter and I
Chased you merrily around the block!

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mellow tune

To fly by night in winter 
is to sleep the month of june
to whistle in the church yard 
a sleek and mellow tune
a smile yet not  towards me
leaves me standing in the cold
then i awake next morning
another season old

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FLY BY NIGHT

Your silence shows brightness!
As I go beneath into your ghoul, 
I feel the undiscovered obscurity.
But nobody in the world knows…
They never know you at all.

The innocence in your face,
Much likely a symbol of purity.
But the depth of your soul,
Goes beyond to a new horizon
A place of total darkness.	

Flowing beauty of secrecy,
Oozing splendor and admiration,
There are only few in the world,
Knew the tyranny of your hands.
Frightening truth remains to be hushed.

When will people open their eyes?
To see the nightfall raging inside of you.
Undress the identity hidden.
For people need to see the whole truth.
You are most untrustworthy one.

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A Thief

                                                  Like a thief he passed out of sight
                                                Through the dark shadow of night 
                                                    All the animals are affright 
                                                 As he hunts on moonlight
                                                   Take flight in the night!
 
                                                      To kill is his delight 
                                                Though it puts up no fight
                                            All the animal’s fly-by-night,
                                             to hide way out of his sight
                                              Take flight in the night!
                    
                                                 O little white hare
                                               Beware! Beware!
                                          Take care my little hare,
                                       That tonight you’re not dared 
                                            Beware my little hare!
                     
               
                                        Take flight in the night O moose 
                                      Don’t get caught in this hunter’s noose 
                                      Fly as fast and as far as a goose 
                                       For your sake vamoose 
                                       Take flight in the night moose

                               Take flight in the night O bear
                               Take care to avoid his snare
                               Don’t despair beware!
                               O little bear beware
                                Take flight in the night bear
           
                            The wolf is whom I say 
                             His coat is silver, yellow and grey
                              When you hear him call run far away
                             Don’t hesitate or stay
                            Take flight in the night.

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Silver Fox Soap box

Fly by night
Never wrong 
Long in the tooth
To whom no 1 listens

You talk through your **** 
And what is worse 
Your breath stinks

More than your words 
Breath freshener anyone 
He has begun 
Oh joy what fun
Don't but in
His sermon has started
Standing proud on Soap Box
They call him the Silver Fox

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Falling

Falling

Falling in the dust on the ground
A way to explain with hip hop beats in my brain

Staying up late at night just chilling with a flame
This is a roll up so what's the hold up

A fly by night explosion with a tear in my eye
Does this come at a big enough surprise

Born in the hood doing no good
Washing dishes for a living

No more remorse nor any forgiving
All my home boys in the street

I sprang a brand new leak
A tender moment like a rose

Up your nose with a rubber hose
Sugar is sweet like a scent of the honey

Getting you broke with no more money
Skipping jump rope playing spades



Having it made in the shade
Act you age

We only go this way once so we must be proud
Having a nine to your head wake up late falling dead

Success in life is very sweet and appealing to the eye
A quaint way to greet a passerby

Still I'm falling but I can't get up
I a world torn with violence what's the hold up

Shallow lies no surprise must we fall prey to those wicked lies

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Flippa



When Katrina came calling,
Lady Blues brought some 
Miami Hurricane bad news
Green Dolphin Street pain parade
went Mardi Gras wind marching
down to the delta swamp of Nawl ‘Leans
And the lewd crowd’s demonic gust marlin friend, 
Flippa,
was cyclone seen: mid-air, pirouette dancing again

Creole zydeco drown sounds
were Bourbon Street booze gurgling
in the sinking French Quarter ...
by decadent, stormy weather order
At the party intersection main,
to the outskirts of perishing parishes,
weeping souls 
were being swamped by watery suffering
And Flippa 
was Roll Tide reveling
in the Louisiana groaning casket ebb
of the Mississippi moaning funeral flow

Flip of the coin ... 
more than a fifty-fifty chance
there ain’t gonna be no smiley rainbow
Flippa fin kick in the loins,
every wet dress and soggy pants
gon have a dry bone, teary lip memento

But don’t worry ‘bout burying 
any swamp gator sins
no shovel Swing Low time soon
French Quarter pleasure palaces
got Viva Las Vegas revived,
and is now riotously celebrating

Temptation is on the Skeleton Key hunt again:
Papa Justify and Sista Mamasouku
is chanting charms for some killing voodoo  
Fly-by-night mourning fishers flesh baiting,
looking to put more grieving 
Red Clay perch on the sacrificial FEMA altar

Shrunken vitality heads on a grill;
sitting bereaved, stone-cold still 
in a drunken stupor
Sloshed in saline pain they can’t ignore

Da outlaying Slave Quarters
don’t know how dey gonna git safely thru
One thang’s fer sho’,
Missy and Massa ain’t gon take care of you

Flip of the coin ... 
Good versus Evil
is the foreboding, tempest tuna grin
every Flippa-style
broken smile
gotta frown struggle with from within

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REBEL ENGINE

pursuing the moon with a spark of bleached light

a pendant ride along flume marks the sky for time

the roar of a constant flight warns down the line

a serpent's path in a fly by night, tightly rolling tale

speed is the means and meaner on these rails

track endures every mile marker past perpetual

escaped steam taunts with a slow hiss and miss

leader with a grinding ax and wind of the iron spit

cadence is the sound of steels sync and cast

the clank of iron on track stacked for rolling fast 

passes any beast around worth a match

the wheels a seizing master of tortured might 

to this man made beast now a soaring steed

down the line a tremble is the fair warning heed 

vibrations count seconds to the sight of steam

a peak of bleak light blinds with a stout beam

fear stands clear this fueled Goliath feeds a need

built for a rolling fury, Rebel Engine #353



Terry D'Arcy-Ryan