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Your man


Your man O' fallen leaf of barren branch doth charge my heart, my aching heart with missing you, needing you On sun dried earth I lay, grasping at my dreams, so desperate, find that in this depth felled by wind of colder days, my life doth need your touch so very much it calls to thee, come to me, cover me shower me with hope ~ so far you stand ~ I feel as if I am a tiny creature, an ant on the pavement with cracks and crevice deep Foundling for the distance far, searching of a path to reap to thy heart, thy arms O' breath of love I beg thee home, to lie with you this eve, this winters eve of far off arches and grayish glare ~ My travels take me long away Places I am lost to stay find this man a’ crying tears of love for thee, tears of despair Crying, weeping, hoping, begging, come to me, come to me my love, my dream into my open arms ~ waiting ~ The day might fill the emptiness with broken branches barren so dare I say I have the right to honor love from you, hold it so within my heart aching My needs are many, the truth has shown for languished features painted hard, hard against my weathered skin, rough, broken I scream, my voice still faint of tone, louder as is nothing less sorted by the evening breeze blowing strong against the fence ~ I desire thee to touch me, kiss me, hold me, take me The flames of passion brightly burn igniting but this love I hold So cherished is your heart I feel it pounding, pulsing within mine own chest My quest is you and only you, design me, I am yours, make me as you would, carve me, bend me, mould me, sculpt me to be ~ your man Good night Soupers Ok, I got carried away a little. : )


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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4 in the Morning

At 3am you become your own philosopher, categorizing
the different genres of humans and wondering
if you fall even remotely close to anyone on the spectrum.
You debate with yourself the meaning of life, again,
and then regret everything you accomplished the previous day.

5am, that’s the breaking point.
The sun climbs out of bed, and chases away 
the comforting lure of night and all dreams of slumber. 
The damned birds start peeping and you curse and sigh, 
watching the room change colours 
until you must get up to join the others.

But 4am, it’s the gaping time of day 
that even the insomniacs deny.
As if night took a deep breath and forgot to exhale,
the silence is quieter, the darkness more pure.
You hide under covers and stare into emptiness
trying to make something of black space
but your mind remains impossibly blank.


Copyright © Ashley W. | Year Posted 2014

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Drifting Soft


Drifting Soft As I breathe, I feel the ocean breathing Here I stand, a moonbeam in my hand Touch my heart, and know this endless feeling Like the tide, our journey now is planned Horizons call, a beacon in the distance Silhouettes, now dance upon its shore Take a chance, and reach for what you’re dreaming As these sands, may wash away no more I have come, of sailing vessels calling As the edgeless, foam it meets the sea Waves of change, will not dispose emotions Drifting soft, as you lay here with me Melodies, are found of waves now stirring Glistening, this twilight canopy Heaven’s song, in whispered quiet motions As the stars, extend your light I see And I smile, for here we find the rainbow Rains may fall, from clouds upon the sky Still the sun, now sends its dancing shadows In your arms, my love stays warm and dry Cocoa eyes, enhance the scene so sweetly Golden tan, your skin upon my own Miles long, this beach does wait our footprints Now our love, does come to take us home Good Night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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FINDING ME


To sigh deep in the interlude of time
Before my world of silence closes in, 
As nightfall marks the ticks of birdsong’s chime
And let a North Star bless my world within.
The change of song brings memories’ relief
Asking not what true dreams are all about;
So chant dear sparrows and take flight with peace
And will my wings to rise without a doubt.
Then prayers spill for moments truly felt
For graced tokens of charms are now endowed;
When solace drifts as fragrant raindrops melt
To lounge on twilight’s edge , adorned its  shroud.

Oh, joy so calm beneath the pewter moon
A journey trailed,  where dawn will find me soon.


Where Will They Find You Contest of Marugo Mo
3/18/2016



Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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We danced in the downpour


We danced in the downpour

The rains falls
not hard, more of a drizzle
this late Winter night
leaning on the light post
across the street,
watching the light in your window,
glowing slats through mini blinds,
outlines of your silhouette,
damp steel seeping my jacket,
cars pass, wipers waving, 
splashing in circular patterns,
glistening tire tracks,
straight lines on the damp asphalt

Staring up, dreaming,
still feeling your good night kiss,
wondering if you know
I am nothing without you,
my life is because of you
So many years spent floating,
blurs in lingering dark shadows
curbs to sleep in, yesterday's news,
broken bleachers where others met,
and I watched, fearing never me,
darkness would be my hand to hold,
lunchtime falterings on tuna salad wishes, 
a clean plate in line for desert,
they just ran out, 
vanilla pudding disappointment, 
and it was...

I flick the ashes from my damp Marlboro light,
as I notice the lamp in your room is out,
when did that happen, where was I, 
and the drizzle coats my glasses
A chill claims me as the street light flickers
and I suppose it's time to go
in these saturated high tops 
squishing as I pace this sidewalk
of smeared chalk masterpieces

My heart aches again, my life, this night,
every night on an avenue to the border,
is truly nothing without you,
an empty hull hauling cargo of the past,
an existence worth the lint in my pocket,
a poem folded and kept,
written for you in dreams pasted 
on walls of off-white,
in a hallway of desire with your name
layered in patterns that mirror my heartbeat
and I wonder if you know...there is no other, 
none that can compare, 
none that could ever be,
no one will ever touch me, thrill me or
love me like you do and I will not be...
I will not be, I can not be without you

Turning to leave these clinging shadows,
sighing I want you but the hour is now late,
you’re probably in bed, but 
any time away from you is lonely
The rains fall harder now, a liquid curtain
all but blocking my view, blinding me,
when a hand on my arm spins me,  
it is you, drenched, smiling brown eyes 
on this dreary night as you tell me
you know,  you know and it is me
and you mean it, I can tell

We dance in the downpour,
it is us and we are in love, 
to the melody of the rain,
our song, they are all our songs, 
kicking puddles and laughing 
with wet eye lashes, kissing,
soaked with love, 
with devotion and sunny days,
moonlit nights and a lifetime with each other
on a sidewalk, a rainy night, a street light
and forever...you and me


Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Since she is here with me


Since she is here with me Here upon uncharted land I wander as I please Silence comes the morning sun now streaming through the trees Destinations carry me along a sorted way Down the path to anywhere on any given day Corners I may come around are sharp in their design Slowly I do make my way to see what I can find Loneliness I’ve come to know as yet my only friend Days and nights do travel so to greet me once again There beyond a clearing dense the brush so thorned and thick Making haste I follow through, my legs they move so quick For here, but any sight I see to dance before my eyes Thoughts that seem to comfort me when then I realize Sunning long the water’s shore if but a fantasy A beauty drinks of nature’s fair as if she waits for me Now my shadow blends the scene she turns to show her face Like a painted masterpiece my mind can not erase Glowing like an evening star so radiant and true Hair of brown and velvet sheen I’m lost inside her view Then her smile captures me, it holds on ever tight So as I can hardly breathe my head it feels so light “Come and sit here by my side” her words a happy song Sitting down I can’t believe, somehow this must be wrong Oh to feel my beating heart in moments such as this Like an angel sent to me if but to know her kiss As the sun is setting and a crescent moon does rise Watching the reflection glow within her island eyes Now my days are endless as I now know what that means For I will spend forever with this woman of my dreams And we shall go a wandering where ever we may find Down a beach of shifting sand, a mountain top to climb Across a field of daffodils, beneath a falling star No where else shall be too close nor shall it be too far For all along I thought this place was heaven don’t you see Now I know it is the truth since she is here with me Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Come float with me on velvet sound

Come float with me on velvet sound Come float with me on velvet sound as music wafts the evening air With melodies of hope now found and timeless days we both shall share The setting sun of beacons bright, so full of life and amber glow Does dance the heavens curtained light, brought forth in this, its daily show To walk this course, the songs we sing, that lovers feel and hearts do shine As harmonies of dusk now ring in rhythms which are set to time For dreams you see are cast in gold soft linings on a shimmered sky Till twilight lends its somber soul of silhouettes to pass us by Where shadows play a subtle game to win but only heart's desire And passions form the poet's flame in words that you alone require Of patterns pure on violet skies, enlightened as the moon beams pass To see your face before my eyes and know your kiss does come at last For it is always what I dream in lasting sound of lyrics true To lay before this twilight scene and sing a song of love to you Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Come, let's dream


Come, let’s dream Wept this dream, my thoughts they fill Take me from this weary place Where darkness screams a painful chill In torment of the mind does race I wait here thick of splintered thorn My tears they fall upon the seed In hopes the bloom of perfect dawn Will light the way of what I need My hands are sore of calloused fear Scars my skin they carve a line Neath bramble branch of broken cheer Abreast of this near mortal time Your hand I long of feathered feel So soft the touch, my heart does wane These eyes, a love to then reveal Within your arms, ignite the flame Lift me, I am frail and weak Desires but the breath of you To breathe within this soul I seek Allowing dreams to mend the true Or shall I die alone this eve Beyond the moon of wicked glow Lost of every captured dream And nothing more I need to know I fall to this, my final peace Lost, the dark impedes the light Then bow my head, oh fear, now cease And bid farewell this lonely night When there, atop, a shadowed form With torch in hand of flickered fire Eyes so wide to fend the storm I reach for her with deep desire Upon my brow a single kiss Of angel wings in silken twine “Arise” a voice, melodic bliss “I’ve come, my love, to make you mine” The sun appears on northern trace As flowers bloom in petals fair Of wishes I do cast this place My fortune now to find you there “Come, let’s dream, let’s dream as one” You sing to me harmonic voice “And fall in love till time is done” My heart has only but one choice We leave this place of fractured doubt My hand in yours, no longer pain A feeling but the need to shout Dear heavens, thank you once again For I was lost, a wilted soul Alone of this and every breath Of counted stars to take their toll Awaiting but my coming death And now my world has filled the brim With love I find so full inside My dream is you, has always been No longer do I run and hide So now we dream, we dream as one Such beauty does my life exceed Perfection to my sight has come Sweet angel, all I’ll ever need Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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for days unending and hours slow


for days unending and hours slow Where we stand, these distant shores beneath a moonlit canopy, stardust shimmers gather on hibiscus tides whispering hello as long walks take soft turns leaving destined footprints on my mind, wandering lost in coastal desires… I think of you, toes in the sand, feeling the waves caressing this island dream, this wish for days unending and hours slow while lips ignite passions reflecting on faraway horizons, tempting fingers, exploring nature’s endless bounties, bronze skin sensuality… Enchanted by a smile, a voice a touch, softly lingering like the silent surf, quietly beckoning in amorous patterns as we lie on cool shores, drenched in an evening made for only two, writing love poetry on a beach we now call our own… Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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The Cowboy's Life

As the pastel moon rises across the midnight blue a lone wolf’s dark silhouette appears into view his boast is known from Cowboy to prairie dog fore this is the night chill that turns to morning fog the early dawn is thawed by a piping hot cup o’ Joe No time to waste, just a few days brings first snow Such is the Cowboy’s life on the cattle drive


Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

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Stand your Ground, even as the world Falls apart

There is a fracture to my heart, oxygen deprived to my brain.
It just won't let me love again. 
Is this where I fool myself to believe, this is the fun part?

My system is in repair, It's not A-Okay.
I don't care what people say.
I will not become part of the jungle out there.

Maybe i'll shed a few more tears,
and as they evaporate into thin air with every care.

I remember that...

It was my decision to take the fall,
because even now, I want her to stand tall.


Copyright © that Twistedthought | Year Posted 2015

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The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn


Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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Walk In The Woods

As I enter the woods for a walk on a path walked by many
I see that the trees create an overhead canopy
With small streak of light filtering through the canopy
Squirrels scampering up and down the trees
Birds chirping and singing in perfect harmony
Toads blending into their surrounding
Frogs croaking on lily pads in the nearby pond
Balsam trees giving off their fresh scent of pine
My eyes can't believe the beautiful sights and sounds heard as I leave
Thinking what a wonderful walk in the woods I had 





Copyright © Pat Quinn | Year Posted 2015

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Midnight For Me

It's now, once again midnight and yesterday is all but gone. The beginning of a new day a little peace and quiet until dawn. It's the time I like to take a moonlit drive, with the windows all rolled down. Feel the breeze upon my face as we are headed out of town. Rolling through the old places, we used to go, when I was young. Where we used to all meet on the back roads, looking for anything to do that was fun. It usually involved beer, and some cool rock'in tunes. We would party until the break of dawn then sleep till just about noon. Those were the days when midnight, was the beginning of my day. We would be cruising down the back roads, just letting the music play.
Dan Kearley: 11-17-15


Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2015

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Goodnight to the Moon

Another night has come and gone
Sleep tight old friend the moon
The sands of time are running fast
As days turn in to dunes

Yellow takes away the black
Today is but a breath
Yesterday will not be back
'til shadows dance of death

Fret not my ageless sleepy friend
Sands will cease not falling
Dunes fade to beaches at the end
Dusk tides will soon be calling



    an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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The midnight walk

Softly uttered, beneath cold biting mist, 
footfalls muffled through stifling drifts, empty sidwalks embrace noone,
Frost heavily pluming, clinging on each sigh
In night's brazen stillness, beneath eerie lamp glow waning,
When dawn's long in coming, and all sleep like the dead,
Ah, then lets take a walk shall we , you and i?

Strolling as one, hand in hand, through icy winds
Past the churchyard gates, snow laden and chained,
Beyond empty glances of headstone cherubs,
Far off in darkness, solemn bells toll with straining conviction,
as winds moan wistfully, the tolling pierces the heart,
And I wonder in passing, how many more walks have we,
Beneath the silent moon overhead, white as bones in a shroud,
Shall the secnt of cinnamon haunt me into my dreams, yes i am certain,
For your eyes resemble heavens gates, amd my soul longs for redemption,
An angel draped in my tattered, time-worn jacket, littered with marks of life's ventures,
And yet you bear no wings to fly, but still you comfort me as morning draws nigh,
Crosstown bungalow, windows shuttered, still as my breath
As you I guide you once more up treacherous steps, 
Our hands we let fall, a yearning stare betrays me,
"Tomorrow night again?  Or when shall it be??",
Only a nod and a smile left imprinted to my heart,
"Hang on to the jacket.  I'll pick it up in the morning." 
Your smile never falters, unweathered by the wind,
And I turn to leave this night and you,
Leave this world behind for the rising sun,
An arm reached out, gripped with sorrow and infinity,
Pulled back into your everlasting embrace, 
A kiss so deep, I feel I'm drowning,
God, let me drown...let me...drown....
You're gone.


Empty streets the morning finds,
save for me and my memories, trapped between time,
Stray dog struts past, hunting eagerly some alleyway breakfast,
But my business waits at the churchyard, still silent, still chained,
I climb over and drop, the gates clank in protest,
Between the rows of headstones, I walk  in solemn sprit,
Thirteen rows now, then fifiteen, I know the way  well,
And upon the eighteenth row, I find without mistake,
And draped across the frozen ground.....
My tattered, time-worn jacket.





Copyright © Robert Chirino 3rd | Year Posted 2015

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A big heart in the sand


A big heart in the sand Beyond the weary water line alone in quelled explore These footprints lead uncharted miles, the first of many more To wander in a time once known, reflective worries gleam In sand dune wishes washed away and thoughts of what they mean This setting sun shall rise again, bring mornings to their due Softer shades to paint the way hypnotic scenes to view While on this beach of moon lit swirls I count each star above These tiny lights of missing you, still glisten of our love When now this silent vacant space, misplaced of harmony Where shadows play of times before and what this world could be Sitting here these shifting sands, my heart does swim the tide Ebb and flow desires sung, of tear drops cast aside When there a distant light appears, so deep within my stare A silhouette of fantasy approaching glistened flair I rub my eyes, once blurry, cleared for this that I now see Along a coast of sea foam dreams, you walking here to me To take me swift into your arms dark eyes to meet my gaze Longing for the past returned of brighter sunny days With lips afire on my own and rapid pulses pace The glow of evening’s summer light awash upon your face I watch as you proceed to draw a big heart in the sand Encompassing the two of us within it we now we stand Lulled of curved horizon’s smile, immersed this blushing sky Drenched in breaths of only you and every sultry sigh With midnight song and passion’s bliss we stroll again this sea Like waves that fall our endless strand forever, you and me Good night Soupers Have a great weekend See you again on Monday


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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It is Book Year

>Most fictional books are pretend.
The hero should win in the end.
Unless you write a trilogy.
Each must end on a cliff hanger, agree!

Then the next one, you must buy.
Hoping the hero does not die.
But as it is a trilogy.
You know you'll have to buy book three. 

I am not advertising books on here.
I would not do that, do you hear?
Although I do have books of poetry.
Like this they are in print you see. 

Today, I am writing on here.
So all of you have nothing to fear.
From Smarty my Search and Rescue Dog.
Not a poetically minded dog.
Although some of my books, he likes to hog. 
This verse is getting far too long.
Any more a book will come along. 

So thanks Poetry Soup from poet me.
For allowing me to write on thee.
All those words inside my head.
Allowing me to write them here instead. 
So as i'm laying in me bed.
Perhaps I will fall asleep instead.
Of keeping them, stuck in my head.

Zzz Zzz Zzz Stanley  (The mad Author)<



Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

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My mind it thinks


My mind it thinks My mind it thinks of many things, of happy times its known Directly to my heart it sings in thoughts that I am shown When I’m alone and close my eyes, it wanders here and there Through sunny days of bluest skies, the sunsets we did share It shows to me your gorgeous smile that takes my breath away Your eyes reflecting moonlit style in glistening display Your tender arms that held me tight, to never let me go And kissing on a summer night, I shouldn’t tell you so It takes me places we have been, the laughter and the fun Where passion bloomed in touching skin, the two of us as one Those quiet moments, whispered dreams, our longing wants for more Forever flowing endless streams with one who I adore It hears your voice that tells my heart our love will never die It also knows that we’re apart and those thoughts make me cry My mind it thinks of so many things as I have penned above But each day all it wants to think is how much you I love Good night Soupers Have a great weekend


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Dreams of perfect love


Dreams of perfect love Beautiful endeavors this path on which we stroll Tempting are the visions on flowing fields a’ roll Echoes sing our praises of worlds we both have seen Now we are together and life is but a dream Sunset early evenings soft the twilight breeze Rustling poetic through patterns in the trees Shadows sing so sweetly as they dance upon the view Now we are together its like a dream come true Love beyond the borders into our hearts does leap Glistening on amber waves forever we shall keep Atop the highest mountain we call down from above Now we are together in dreams of perfect love Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Silently - we - discover - love


Silently ~ we ~ discover ~ love Silently floating on a lily pad softly atop twilight waters, drifting a wind swept current meandering between pine needle shores we gather moon beams, wishfully gazing upon reflections of stardust tapestries saturating cosmic dreams, as the two of us discover whispering ripples flowing, formed of heartbeat echoes, tranquil rhythms weaving through the serenity of the night in quiet persuasions of love Good Night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Filled with our enchanting love


Filled with our enchanting love The night waits so silent for it is the witness As no one at all is around Tempted by fate now our destiny anchors Two hearts in rhythmical sound One taste of your kiss fans the flames of desire The look in your eyes says I do Slowly the stairway we climb now together Forming our love ever new Beyond the curtains the moon it is shining Soft on your face falls its glow Gently I lay you atop sheets of satin Whispering I love you so Tender your skin of a silken persuasion Merely a touch does ignite Breathless in waves of an endless temptation Now as you hold me so tight This must be heaven, I fall in the reason Creating shadows of bliss Movements in unison, harmony blossoms All on a night such as this Sealing our love in the throws of affection Closer than no one can be Two become one like the tides of an ocean Bringing the moon to the sea Lips upon lips as to be never ending Fingers locked ever so tight Scents fill the room in illumined aroma Passion the fuel for the light Come with me now in this moment together Destinies written to find Don’t let me go as the tempest is rising Deep through this night to unwind Skin touching skin in our favorite places Beneath the stars up above Pattern my dreams of this memory tracing Filled with our enchanting love Good night Soupers Have a great weekend


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Find Everyday


Find Everyday Come walk with me to a heart beat in blossom Dance in the streets of a new foreign town Welcome the evening with moon beams now swaying Under the stars when there’s no one around Singing a song to a melody’s whimper Sigh on the eve of our first kiss delight Wander an island, drink Pina Coladas Sit by the shore and be one with the night Follow a scent down the road to forever Write poetry with our hearts as the pen Whispering love while the other is smiling Promise it true and then do it again Cling to a dream we’ll relive in the morning Capture the breeze that does tickle your hair Swim in the love that now washes our bodies Find everyday is a new one to share Good Night Soupers See you again on Monday


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Forever as I fall


Forever as I fall Upon this land of evergreen, lone of seeded desperate aching formed in shadows of lattice’d phrase Poetic pleasures a’ cast the trees Echoing…calling…beckoning, as your voice it sings to me in mesmeric lyrics Tissue paper lanterns sway in stardust breezes, softly illuminating a canopy of desires Angelic sighs float on wings of enchanted dragonflies soaring to my heart in whispered stanzas As melodies of effervescent glow, accompanied by strings of spider’s web and dew drop wishes harmonize I shall remain within this endless dream forever as I fall in love ~ with you Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Erasing every trace - Corrected repost

This is what should have posted last night.  Thank you for your understanding

Erasing every trace 

“Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight”

The winter wind is cold
as I stand in the yard
staring up at a 
the first star of the evening, 
one we shared often

Gazing upon its light, wishing,
certain it shimmers for some,
those holding hands and dreaming
of a future as bright
as these icicle glistened heavens 

Now though dimming, fading 
with the universe
where possibilities once thrived
as if life were real
and not some fabled archer
 
When then the ground crumbles, 
giving way beneath my feet,
frozen earth opens up,
swallowing me 
into a deep abyss

And as the surface falls, 
caving in, creating
a darkness like
I have never known before
I whisper, “thank you”

For soon spring will come,
and new grass will grow
over the disturbed land,
erasing every trace,
that I ever was

And I will know
beyond a shadow’s doubt
That my wish upon that first star tonight
was granted…

Good night Soupers

Note: The opening stanza is from the 19th-century English poem by Jane Taylor, "The Star". 
 




Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017