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Lisa Richards Poem
For only the lonely can know
A selfless act in a selfish world,
Self servers with their lists to show
For only the lonely can know
An act you have nothing to owe,
Rare vessels of goodwill unfurled
For only the lonely can know
A selfless act in a selfish world.
Copyright © Lisa Richards | Year Posted 2014
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Lisa Richards Poem
Heavens breath whispers
gracing the skies deep blue shores
merging shaping moods
Copyright © Lisa Richards | Year Posted 2014
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Lisa Richards Poem
In The Land Above The Sky a delicate dreamer dreams
falling sky girl so divine, calling out such fragile screams.
Gracefully displaying an exquisite, breathtaking scene
daring deep blue destiny below, so simply serene.
Swooped up on feathers, swiftly floating so free
amazed aquatic life beneath, all looking up to see.
A mesmerising miracle silently watched in awe
even the giant wise turtle dropped her snapping jaw
Offering up her worldly, genetic coded shell
meticulously marked, a world within to spell.
Caring kind mother geomagnetically moving
upon fathomless oceans old waves, so soothing.
Respected special ancient, so peaceful to all others
tracing decades of time to enchant bite frenzied lovers.
Protected egg clutches little magnets drawn to the seas
where amidst the Coral Castle, tales of earth, grasses, trees.
One sacrifice after another for each grains magic worth
to place upon the turtles back where the world began its birth
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Lisa Richards Poem
28/07/14
Behind netted veiled windows we view,
cyclical life of natures renew.
Into sacred woods and groves we seek,
feelings alive blown on winds mystique.
Visible Cosmos all flesh of invisible,
all as one beneath a dead giant skull.
Consumed over and over like sands of time,
feasting new life upon deaths old rhyme.
Born of the death of Destinies Well,
journeying one into another spell.
A mighty Ash the transporter tree,
riding through nine worlds in dreams like he.
Dispenser of wisdom to whom worthy,
gifting wise thoughts ecstatic to thee.
To taste inspirations juicy sip,
a drink from the mead of scholarship.
Thoughts uninvited but arriving,
all life's conscious beauties can sing.
Connecting skin together to bones,
with paths deeply carved on ancient stones.
Copyright © Lisa Richards | Year Posted 2014
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