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DAY AND NIGHT by Eruteya, Ogaga
I walk the night by Faisal, Hadia
In The Arms Of The Night by Parmenter, Nina
night in the village by hansen, jan
I believe drink gave thee the lie last night by Simelane, Sihle
Night Sounds by Babbit, DM
After Obscure Night by Asuncion, Bernard F.
Night Shadows by Asuncion, Bernard F.
Beauty in the Night by Weiss, Sandra
When The End Of The Night Arrives by Acrich, Marc

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Where The Sycamore Grew

The sun-yellow house seems smaller somehow,
regarding it now,  with our time-worn eyes...

The street seems narrower, and the trees are taller..
Where once open fields spanned both sides of the road
there are new tract houses, and fences have bloomed
The neighboring orchards have all been removed

But somehow we knew the house would remain....
As if seen from a distance, ...yet, so much is the same

There's a rusty-red tricycle, and a skate left behind
from someone's small child, that tomorrow will find.
They wait near the pavers that wind to the door
It's a path that we laid on a hot summer day...
in front of this house that sits at the bend
near the end of the road, where the sycamore grew...

As suddenly as wind will spring from the dust
thirty years fell away, and flew into in the past
And quickly alive, all the memories rise, 
     like a whirlwind of leaves, in a springtime of lives.....
_____ 

...Our first Christmas trees,. and our first holidays...
    Anniversaries we spent with just pizza and wine

 The place where I cried long into the night, 
  as the child in me grieved for a mother who died...

 Long, starry nights, I was bathed by the moon
                    rocking my babes to a lullaby tune
_____

Yes....it is all captured there, in the small yellow house
Our very first house, with the snow-white shutters

Strange, it may be, but I'm glad it's still yellow...
Still wearing the face of the warm summer sun 

The sun- yellow house, with a flagstone path
Where old slate stones bring the sun to the door
It's a path we laid on a warm summer day
in a place that we knew as our very first home
 
Just a small yellow house, with snow-white shutters...
that sits 'round the bend, where the sycamore grew...


                                       _________

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WHEN I STOP AND PRAY

When the storm clouds boil around me, 
And the lightning splits the sky--. 
When the howling wind assails me,
And life's sea is rolling high--
When my heart is filled with terror,
And my fears, I can't allay--
Then I find sweet peace and comfort, 
When I simply stop and pray.

When the things of life confound me,
And my faith is ebbing low--
When my trusted friends betray me,
And my heart is aching so--
When the night seems black and endless,
And I long for light of day--
Then I find a silver dawning,
When I simply stop and pray.

There are things beyond the heavens
I can't begin to understand,
But I know that God is living,
And I know He holds my hand.
Yes, I know He watches o'er me
All the night and all the day--
And He's always there to hear me
When I simply stop and pray.

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Black Diamond Night

Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery) 

Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely, 
Sinister through hostile spirits only,

I stumble across these stones without a bone
A solitary confinement alone,
From a barren zone the light transcend
Only in time, our minds will mend

Endless valleys and limitless stones
These bones- these bones they sit alone
The abyss, of rotten cavities with no fill,
A system no power can unwell the drill
The blood that passed over without a spill
Peaks collapse into a spellbinding chill
They are trapped! They are trapped!
Another diamond in the rough
Is what they left

Obsessed with the dead without a death
A death that impatiently awaited their last breath
Gushing, into the gems of dead chemistry,
Diamonds holding its own intensity,
These lonely graves, on top of sycamore hill
Coal mining hearts that will never heal
If only shiny eyes could see?
These lonely bones inside of me!
Moving in every direction possible
Flowing in every direction noticeable
Sockets without eyes.
Stones hiding under the cobalt skies.
The mad sparkles, the madness dies.
Throughout this mess, we held in the blasphemous
Intervening lots of gems so miraculous
  
Into a stone of self-religion,
A black night filled of legions
Acknowledging the soul's capacity of free
Near the frail bones that sit alone,
Alone they sit in a morbid home.
Through a path unclear and all alone,
Troubled by the visions of my own stone
Where the night takes place in the dark
The ebony rides under the diamond bark
Along with the coal miners who never got to see the;
“Diamonds of another day!”

:) pd

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Midnight Secret

*Secreto de Medianoche*   
  
~On this very Night~
   I found myself in a
        FANTASY 

Camouflage in lace, 
I run my hands all over the place
Wet whispers drop in between
In a soft stroke,
I touch the tan on my skin 
Pure sweetness unfolds
The perfumes in the air  - Arouse 
   every sexual intention inside
Without a care, 
I'm lost in the moment,

Every feeling at this point,
   feels erotically insane, 
In a seductive way--
  the night whispers my name, 
A freedom flight - into the night.
                            (Like the wind)
 
Caressing my breast, my legs tremble
Beyond the haze, into another world 
Never pointless - A new sensation
My fingers slither, a play tonight

Circles in motion, 
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion, 
I touch myself gently, 
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around, 
The night echoes a whimpering sound, 
Embracing the secrets inside 
I squeeze the dark damp sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly. 
Holding my silk pillow, groping my knees,
I run my finger on my lips - 
Satisfaction complete! 
Back into the realm of dreams. 
~Tonight~

:)

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Sheol

Dark Knight-tress 

Underneath 
This gown I feel nothing
Silk less feelings
The odor of intimate apparel lessens 
Vanity fare from any sun
Warrior of beauty
Where have you gone?
A fortress of gloom
Not even death wants in
Black nail tips
Brownish plum lips

I close my eyes 
I see them all
The Shadows
Climbing over my soul
The darken deepens 
The stars dim my view
Irremovable makeup
Land becomes an enemy
I become
The Dark Knight-tress
Scolding my next victim

~S~

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Oh, Heavenly Night

That night we kissed, my heart became a butterfly.
It sprouted wings and danced across the velvet sky,
then leapt across the multitude of stars there strewn
along its happy way to touch the crescent moon.
You held me close, but did you know my heart could fly?

Chorus:
Oh, heavenly night when my heart could fly!
And in its pounding, did you hear it testify
that you, and you alone, could ever satisfy
the woman that emerged from her secure cocoon
that night you flew me, Darling, to the moon!

My heart soared onward, constellations yet to try. . .
My yearning heart, once captive, was no longer shy.
How can hearts set free be ever more immune
to sweet caresses in a night that all too soon
must have an end in bittersweet goodbye?

Chorus:
Oh, heavenly night when my heart could fly!
In its pounding, did you hear it testify
that you, and you alone, could ever satisfy
the woman that emerged from her secure cocoon
that night you flew me, Darling, to the moon!

A Rondeau once entitled "That Night We Kissed" revised as lyric form, 
a song for the "Heavenly Night" Contest of Vermillion Scythe

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Night-Blooming Jasmine

Night-Blooming Jasmine 

expert seducer with soft silky lips, silver blue moon
sweetly kisses a slumbering beauty awakening desire;
greeting her lover, Night-Blooming Jasmine unfolds perfumed petals

11-02-2015

Contest:      Any Old Poem #6
Sponsor:      SKAT A
Placement:   6th

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Moonlight Madness

MOONLIGHT MADNESS

The moon falls out like a secret above the frisky clouds
Daylight and night the stars come in crowds
Like a glistening diamond, I can't stop staring
Mixed-up in that moment that has no time sharing

Holding onto the tip of the tree limbs like a puppeteer
I can hear the words the moon whispers into my ear

TONIGHT! 
I will illuminate into a world only I know of
My very own little secret sparkling island getaway
A world where beauty hides the beast
I'll be the only exile under a sunless night feast

TONIGHT! 
I'm going to pass on all my secrets away---
As I have on my dreaming moonlit gear
Comfort upon this mundane wonder, astronomical sphere. 

TONIGHT!
I looked one last time at the mooned night
I will close my eyes, and find myself in a box kite flight.

TONIGHT! 
I will lay myself down to sleep, 
Not allowing my imagination to rinse off with wild sheep
Like a Nightingale, I rather sit and serenade myself to sleep
With the refreshing thought, the moon is like the pillow I keep

In this mad, mad world!
The moon seems to be the only object that holds it's sanity
Arousing me with it's inner peace and spirituality

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Teddy Bear-

My sweet little Teddy Bear...
Mommy gave 'YOU' to me
Now I never sleep alone at night
The comfort you gave, when God's sunny eyes ran out of light

You are my sweet little teddy bear... 
You kept me company throughout the years
I hugged you, when my eyes were full of tears
Loving you, squeezing you
We both express many joyful dance of cheers
Together we sang lullabies, without you singing one single word
We drank from the same teacup, whispered about the pretty birds
Now listen, as I mumble extra words into your ear
My sweet Teddy Bear, you are always here

We snuggled every night staring at the star frame window
"You held my hand when I was lost in my own imaginary limbo

My sweet little Teddy Bear...
I'm 11 now, and my mother loves me dearly
Sadly, she felt it's time to find me a daddy
Little does she knows, my daddy visits every night in my dreams

Shhhhhh!!!
Now her boyfriend visits my room and tells me not to scream
Little Teddy bear, I never showed you fear before I fell asleep
Little Teddy bear, tonight I do not want to count sheep
Teddy bear, now I hold you closer and tighter than before
Little Teddy Bear let me cover your ears, from the screeching door
Little Teddy Bear, he said he would hurt mommy If I tell anyone
Little Teddy Bear, I know you see and hear everything!!!

by; pd
You're A Little Kid Again (contest)
The View of an 11 year old

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Night - A Pantoum Lullaby

Night spreads its magic cloak of midnight blue
across the sky.  Serenity slips down.
I sing this pantoum lullaby for you
as stars, like sequins, sparkle all around.

Across the sky, serenity slips down
beneath moon’s watchful gaze and steady glow.
As stars like sequins sparkle all around,
drift into Dreamland with my lyrics’ flow.

Beneath moon’s watchful gaze and steady glow,
I sing each line and then a second time!
Drift into Dreamland with my lyrics’ flow.
How restful is sweet rhythm and its rhyme.

I sing each line and then a second time
at end of day when sky holds poetry.
How restful is sweet rhythm and its rhyme.
In repetition lies security.

At end of day when sky holds poetry,
I sing this pantoum lullaby for you.
In repetition lies security.
Night spreads its magic cloak of midnight blue.


For the Night Silence Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron

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Nature's Way Constanza

Sol puts to sleep the hills with light
     while gloaming sheds all fading rays
     and brilliant colors change to greys

when shadows darken them with night.
     The ocean turns from bondi blue
     to deeper shades of cobalt hue.

Returning birds to boughs, a sight,
     singing melodies before sleep.
     In flocks they fly, their perch to keep,

as twilight captures them in flight.
     Then comes quiet hours for romance
     and cheek to cheek, young lovers dance.

While Luna tests our will, our might
     to keep control of passion’s love,
     with silver fingers from above

when rising slowly to her height.
     To wee hours the poet will write
     until he glimpses dawn’s first light.

Luna begins to fade from sight.
     Then all the birds begin to sing
     which conjures up the feel of spring.

Sol’s rise again, conquers the night.
     Birds leave their limbs to welcome day
     and trees commune in their sweet way.


Sol puts to sleep the hills with light
when shadows darken them with night.
Returning birds to boughs, a sight,
as twilight captures them in flight.
While Luna tests our will, our might
when rising slowly to her height.
Luna begins to fade from sight.
Sol’s rise again, conquers the night.

4/16/2015

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My angel of the waters


My angel of the waters 

Dancing in the flame beneath a flickered candle's light
Moving between shadows on the floor
My every thought now focused on the beauty I have seen
Standing present on a distant shore

Gentle waves do drench her skin, to shimmer soft and sweet
As walls I find about me steadfast true
With only but this window do I witness every need
This vision that does flood my mind of you

Delicate the grains of sand which capture where you are
Upon the golden wings of whispered pleas
While I alas, do fight the ways that keep me ever gone
Now praying as I fall upon my knees

My angel of the waters with the breezes in your hair
Feel this love which flows upon the wind
There atop a rainbow near a lighthouse proudly stands
Beginnings that I cherish once again

Cast apart these shackles which so tightly hold me down 
Bound about my feet so I shan’t flee
Solid is the lock it seems now forged of hardened dreams
Yours is but the love which holds the key

Free me with your crescent smile as bright as any moon
Place your eyes upon this tear stained face
Take me by the hand and lead me far away from here
Hand in hand along the shore to trace

We shall leave our footprints on the coast that you call home
Rows of two now stretching far and wide
Open up your wings so I may fall into your heart
Lock my love away so deep inside



Good Night Soupers
Have a great weekend
See you again on Monday

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Night's Enchantment

As light escapes, the lustrous moon ascends
a prelude to the majesties of night
with shining constellations that transcend
and shooting stars that burn with heaven's light.

Night's canopy unfurls its galaxies
with planet earth along the milky way
to join with glorious skies, orbiting so free
unique with life, an abundant, grand display.

As Jupiter and Mars round sun again
along with Venus, Pluto in its wake
this requiem of solar dance began
in ages past by God for His own sake.

A galactic promenade in gleaming reverie
ordained above in interstellar harmony.



Written on 5/15/2017

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- Sweet Moon -



     Silver sprinkle moving across the dreams
     Silhouetted by the moon
     O ... such a peaceful night





     13.04.2015 A-L Andresen :)
     Kimo : three lines of 10, 7, and 6 syllables
     Copyright © All Rights Reserved

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Time Machine

Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile upon your face
To the days of AM radio and the TV was black and white
To lying in a grassy field and counting stars at night
Popcorn and soda in the balcony at a Saturday matinee
Parades led by the High School Band on Decoration Day
Dressing up and going door to door on the night of Halloween
Cigarettes rolled in your shirt, pretending to be James Dean
Pep rallies before the football games, everybody stand and cheer
Going in the woods with your friends at night, sharing a quart of beer
That feeling inside, turning red, when she smiled at you at the dance
Wanting to kiss her goodnight, but you were afraid to take a chance
Playing chase tag at night in the neighborhood, hiding behind a tree
Holding hands with your first steady, so all your friends could see
Medicine Show at the end of town in a giant canvas tent
Saving pennies for a rainy day, fasting on candy for Lent
Going for a Sunday ride with Mom and Dad in the family car
Playing in the yard at night, putting lightning bugs in a jar
Drag racing on that long stretch of road, Chevy was hard to beat
Stealing peaches from a neighbor’s tree, always seemed so sweet
Riding bikes all over town, never knowing the meaning of fear
Identifying cars by their tail lights, make and model and year
News and Stooges at the theatre before the movie starts
Valentine’s day I love you written on tiny candy hearts
Easter bonnets and picking flowers for Mom on Mother’s Day
Opening day at the community pool the last weekend in May
Sock hop in the auditorium, collar up, trying to play it cool
Meeting friends at the usual place, everyday after school
Six for a quarter on the juke box, music that would move your soul
Return with me now to those glory days and the birth of rock and roll.

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Night Silence

Twilight evokes my tranquility and silence of the night,
with my peaceful guidance between the moon and the stars,
the placid eclipse in the universe is so calm and bright,
I play my melodies so gently on my acoustic guitar.

With my peaceful guidance between the moon and the stars,
there is a symphony shining through the constellations,
I play my melodies so gently on my acoustic guitar,
between sundown and nightfall there is a correlation.

There is a symphony shining through the constellations,
I feel a tune so vibrant with echoes of a midnight chorus,
between sundown and nightfall there is a correlation,
I see the paragon moon reflect equanimity before us.

I feel a tune so vibrant with echoes of a midnight chorus,
the stillness exclaims compassion for the world to see,
I see the paragon moon reflect equanimity before us,
Mother Nature has created nocturnal brilliance, so free.

The stillness exclaims compassion for the world to see,
for some the silence of nightfall seems so hard to find,
Mother Nature has created nocturnal brilliance, so free,
as the halcyon dusk sets, ready for the destiny of mankind.

For some the silence of nightfall seems so hard to find,
the placid eclipse in the universe is so calm and bright,
as the halcyon dusk sets, ready for the destiny of mankind,
twilight evokes my tranquility and silence of the night.




The Love Of Nature Contest
Date Written: June 14, 2016

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Colourfication

The vermillion sunset has long dissipated 
Over the marine  persimmon horizon afar.
In the deep subterranean silence of the charcoal night.
Obfuscation confuses the illogical mind,
And conjures titanium dreams or harlequin volitions.

I feel your power descend upon me,
Subjugated surrender becomes inevitable
As I become malleable like puce plasticine.
 
I discern my wife approach, shimmering in thin air, 
Dressed in a dark turquoise threadbare gown, in the pale rays
Of the chartreuse moonlight, resembling an enigmatic ivory ghost
Drawing near in a flimsy wisp of a nocturnal mist.

 
Come closer, come, I want you near me,
Sing an echoing mesmerizing mermaid melody for me,
Or slide into an enticing dance macabre.
I thrive upon such inexplicable endeavors,
Where nocturnal indigo sprites whisper dreamy antics
So pleasing to the provocation of the mind,
Combine to please the sybaritic nerves
Of this old and senile useless mind of mine.


Colours chosen: vermillion, persimmon, charcoal, titanium, harlequin, puce, turquoise, chartreuse, ivory, indigo

11 March 2016

A Silent One contest
Placed 1
Favorite Contest by Casarah Nance
Placed 2

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Out of the Blue

Falling down into
a dense, tangled mood
darker than the skies
at the midnight hour...

Leaving me caught
in infinite space
by hands on the clock
that grasp me and pull
to where the time goes...

Out of the blue
water washes the stagnant clouds 
drop by clear drop
and the persistent wind
brushes them white again.
All the while, specks of light
appear to shine...

Hues mixing as pastels swirl
with shades much deeper,
diluting them down until
the blues begin to fade away...

Thoughts are suspended
for the moment,
only to float in midair
finally free
and out of the blue.

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An Ebony Tether

A scarlet sun singes the edge of earth
as stillness swiftly spreads over the ground.
And receding rays give shadows their girth
swallowing the last lingering light found.

Twilight fades as darkness begin to creep
loosely leashed to an ebony tether.
And from the undergrowth there's not a peep
as dusk gathers stray shadows together.

As the day shuts down stars begin to show
glittering against a backdrop of black.
And as tides in cobalt skies ebb and flow
darkness welcomes the flickering lights back.

Shadows shackle silhouettes to the night
awaiting dawn and the first rays of light.

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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. : )

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Lullaby My Lustrous Twilight


Golden-flecked bliss   
of enraptured blown-kiss   
stardust bestrewn   

Beguiling skies   
bespangled sequin eyes   
shimmer in swoon   

In midnight hours 
from celestial bowers   
Lift blest voices       

Balmy hymns calm   
serenity’s sweet psalm   
saints’ rejoices  


Oh motherly
heartfelt heavenly night   
lullaby my lustrous twilight   

Love - swaddle me   
in starlit cocoon’s blue  
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut  


Ambrosial dreams   
showered in jasmine streams  
angels’ water  

Immerse in sleep 
your virtuous well deep  
baptized daughter  

Melodic sky   
divinity’s stars sigh  
spiritual   

Nervana floats   
seraphs’ musical notes  
air's lyrical   


Oh motherly
heartfelt heavenly night   
lullaby my lustrous twilight   

Love - swaddle me   
in starlit cocoon’s blue  
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut



Susan Ashley
December 22, 2018

------------------------------

~ POTD ~
December 24,2017

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Night Owl

Sitting by her open window,
Was a girl deep in thought,
Lost within a book of Poe,
A perfect poem she sought.

With a curious eye,
He watches her pen,
For she gives it a try,
Every now and then.

He will visit her forevermore,
In silent hours of midnight,
Casting his shadow on her floor,
Within the full moonlight.

Mysterious, nocturnal bird,
Calling out to darkened land,
Speaking such wise word,
Which I cannot understand.

I am lonely, I must confess,
It's just you, me and the moon,
You are much like me, I guess,
So, please sing me another tune.

A messenger of death,
Wailing songs of a banshee,
Has my grim reaper cometh,
Was this warning meant for me?

My soul was projected,
In the shadow of a fowl,
A raven I had expected,
Not the silhouette of an owl!

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Creature In The Night

Where cold stars exist in the dark,
serene winds whisper to trees
and scarce human ears can listen,
lone songs wail in the distance
in frozen moon's silver spotlight,
a mark left where paws had paused.











Written by: January 16th, 2015


Inspired by creature #3 Coyote

nette onclaud's contest - NIGHT CREATURES


This poem was also inspired by actual events. A few weeks ago, I discovered 
some large animal paw prints that were left in the snow, near my home. I later
found out that the tracks were made by a wolf.

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Midnight In The Library

Around midnight, in the library I found myself drawn,
to these shelves haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
as a rare, late October storm brews beyond the pane,
bringing life back to the creatures of Shelley and Stoker.

To these shelves, haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
my fingers grasp a book from under the dust and webs,
bringing life back, to the creatures of Shelley and Stoker,
it's well-worn, leather spine just waiting to chill my own.

My fingers grasp a book, from under the dust and webs,
while autumn winds rustle leaves like crisp, yellowed paper,
it's well-worn leather spine, just waiting, to chill my own,
my head, sinking further back into the velvet-lined chair.

While autumn winds rustle, leaves like crisp, yellowed paper,
candlelight flickers dimly across the tattered old pages,
my head sinking further, back into the velvet-lined chair,
where the ghosts of Irving and Dickens will not let me sleep.

Candlelight flickers dimly, across the tattered, old pages,
I, unable to recline, with the shadows thrown by the fire,
where the ghosts, of Irving and Dickens, will not let me sleep,
residents of the dark welcome, and wait to be revisited.

I, unable to recline with the shadows, thrown by the fire,
as a rare, late October storm brews, beyond the pane,
residents of the dark, welcome and wait, to be revisited,
around midnight, in the library, I found myself... drawn.

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Spider songs

Blades of grass, wet under foot, insect eyes  
Dusk, offset by the cricket orchestra 
Muted and receding into the trees and bushes,
Tickled by the wind, rattling snake tail wind 
While we may be in the company of wolves,
A long legged friend is late for the party 

Eyes, little iridescent stars 
Attending to each one, and look there, 
There she is, making the most beautiful geometry 
Parallels within the octagons, pulling silks
An arm for every task, little perpetual motion machine

Is that the Queen of the Night under the rusted iron? 
A forlorn lady, black patent leather, kill a man, maybe two 
With her danger red symmetry, oozing with youth 
And a penchant for paralysis, no one can resist her wine

Then there's the hall of cob webs, threadbare handkerchiefs
Left by ladies who exhausted all of their company 
To be a spectacle under the moon, in the wood pile 
Dressed up in the finest furs, all earth tones 
Stepping out to introduce themselves in girlish droves 

Venus of another sort, these little cursed jezebels 
Hovering on the skin of the water, or on the red brick wall 
Must frequent every happy corner, and slip away at a moment's notice
A real lady always knows when to say goodnight
Such graceful exits through cement cracks
Back to the parlor, to glow in the dark 
And they become spiders again