Sapphire stones, like little stars, shine.
Coal clouds form a webby design.
Dusts of light, with darkness, entwine.
Amidst red-black color flake
Waves of heavenly seas break.
The sun has gently gone to bed.
Bloody rays of the red moon spread.
Twilight, into rainbow shades, shred
Jet black kraits crawl around clouds.
Puzzles muse over dim shrouds.
Elephantine hills lay lazy.
Nocturnal creatures go crazy.
Environs seem as though hazy
While banks of rivers darkle
Water surfaces sparkle.
Amidst makeshift night's sluggish sigh
Cherubim fly about the sky.
Sleepy nightingales bid goodbye.
Silhouettes of flora dance.
As the breeze is in a trance
Angelic solemnness pervades.
Amidst the dead of night's black shades
Dewdrops decorate the grass blades.
I feel an unknown romance.
Spreading her mystical glance
... alleluias sound all around...
On Willard Creek, a marsh does lay,
upon a soft soliloquy of a dormant day...
The moss medusa within her array,
spreads a garden green for our display...
The water lilies conveniently convey,
as the toads watch their passive prey...
Where butterflies boast their ballet,
as sunshine seduces the swampy bay...
Watching rushes, shrubs and sedges grow,
at the edge where rivers flow...
Tempered turtles hiding in their burrow,
as snakes slither in the meadow...
Wading birds chirp on their chateau,
the insects crawl from their embryo...
All is calm amidst the snarling slow,
and spiders spread their webby row...
The Willow wallows as to weep,
and her branches bundle reaching steep...
Beautiful butterflies earn their keep,
as they slumber within their sweep…
The feisty fireflies flock like sheep,
as the crickets cradle before they creep...
All this theatre before they sleep,
marshes, and butterflies for all they reap.
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July.03.2020
butter flies and marshes mellow
Sponsored by~ Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 7'th...Thank You
British graffiti artist. Controversial, polarizing, and deeply mysterious.
Awarded Person of the Year at the 2014 Webby Awards, but...
No one is quite sure who he is, or what he looks like. His talent, undeniable.
Known only by his pseudonym; rumored to be some "Robin Gunningham"
Surreptitiously completes his murals, and poof...he vanishes into thin air!
You may have looked into Banksy's eyes. It's a small world out there!
Date written: 08/23/2019
What is attraction?
Where does it radiate from
Inside that gourd of mingled mind?
Each step I take hither that direction
A feeling bursts into flame
A lighted candle
With shadows boogie-boogying
Like morphed amoebae
In a cob-webby womb
I feel this heated magnetism
Pulsating and clawing
Until I reach for it
Hands tightly clasped
And bow with bended knees
Offer a prayer
Silent whisperer
Lord Shiva
Wish for Blessings.
The evening is set out before me
on the threshold of night,
the hazy lights teeming
and glazed, webby-cold ----
bright with a white-haired curiosity;
What good honesty can bring,
observing reckonings and episodes
of spring stretching into the sky,
and many a mile on they who walk by,
Of faces rosy-red with frosty wiles;
wild eyes of winter,
(who stop for awhile)
They are gone, these frozen months,
the long cold sleep....
the chilled sheets,
heat with rebirth, melted snow neath
grins with spring;
glazed pines, tinkling water drains....
the sun soothes nearer its smile
The forests are roaring with song on the wind,
of spring,
And all things warm with renewal,
spring,
stretching into the sheet of the sky....
Spiderese starts with a sneeze
now that's your introduction.
Hand off a fly and wink your eye
a subtle sweet induction,
into the world of webby things
like dewdrops in the early spring
with twinkly notes you'll learn to sing
a spider serenade.
I'm looking for the antidote
to change the passage that I wrote
(at least she's not a surly goat)
and she loves lemonade.
Ms Purple likes the old cafe
she's gonna hang there everyday
until I figure out a way
to fix this mess I made.
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