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A Smile Appeared

Silently, I sat by,
To listen to the sounds of the world,
Of all the voices that touched me most,
Were those caught in the angelic wind,
For all things have a voice,

And the voice for all things 
speaks through the wind,
So, silently I sat and listened.
With the salty taste of a tear
As it touched my upper lip,

A smile appeared.
All the while the wind kept blowing,
Secret after secret, revealing to me,
If only I could comprehend its wisdom.
But that is half the allure,

Happy I am just to hear it blow,
And acknowledge its influence over my spirit.
The wind has taught me many things,
Though, I cannot speak for the wind,
Instead, let it speak for me.

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017



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King Arthur - a Collaboration With Darren White

He is the king of words and poets alike Assay as you may, this man you won’t smite His armour sparkles in night or day Defending those too meek to say His table is round, there's room for all There are chairs with wheels so no one will fall He hands out bronze goblets with sparkling wine This king of lush gardens has spine Renowned through the kingdom, for deeds he’s done There is no battle, he has not won His knights are loyal to a fault So you better beware who you assault Lancelot and Guinevere are by his side Uniting followers far and wide So sit and drink with us in harmony And enjoy food presented artfully

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Humanity

Shadow not over the words of love Love is a language known only to the heart Hear it in the wind and the birds above Paint it on a canvas skin and call it art Eternal beauty walks among us all Seekers of knowledge may know its name But true wisdom lies in hearing its call As the oceans cause the moon to wane Its gentle touch, abundantly crystalline Euphoric in nature, its secret is kept With its healing powers all part divine Though many an angel from love has wept Compassion and caring, make love's trinity And kindness a guide that leads to bliss So make love your one and true reality For you are worth much more than this

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Finding Love:

Such lovely lilac and crimson tones, As a rainbow of colours fill the sky, Radiant and beautiful soothes my bones, Takes me above the clouds so far and high. Captured in a moment of total bliss, Wondering all the time what is life for? Suspended in awe like a lover’s kiss, Never felt like this to my very core. Love all around and it's time I was found, Beauty everywhere can't you see her smile, Smiling at you and smiling all around, It's time you gave love a chance for awhile. But leave me above the clouds, here I'll stay, I have found love in a different way. /|\ (Ten syllables per line) 31~10~16

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016

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Pass the Peace Pipe

In the twilight spirits come to play, listen closely to what they have to say. In the early dawn, they will sit with you, and greet the sun that shines anew. As our sacred pipe gets passed around, through billowing smoke, some prayers are found. A ceremonial tradition that honours all things, come join with us as the Great Spirit sings. Enlightenment comes when you open thy heart, it's never too late to make a new start. Beings from the stars will you lend us a hand? To help unite this Earth across every land?

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Soul Music

This river of melody plays in my soul, When I awake, I feel emerged in it whole. In the calm of night, when I'm all alone, It raises me with every euphoric tone. But lately my song I have failed to hear, No longer its sweetness caressing my ear. I plead to the gods in the heavens up high, Not to abandon me also and my quest deny. For what shall be without the beating of a drum? Or the flutter of a flute, what will become? The sounds of my soul take not from me, A soundless soul I shall never learn to be. Instead, carve a single note with my awkward tongue, One that shall carry the tune I once sung. And if I'm not able I'll start over again, Because the harder I try my strength will sustain.

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Lovers' Feast:

Passions burn in the depth of night, Lovers yearning to be entwined, Against the wind these birds own flight, A trail hidden it's hard to find. Emotions soar high out of sight, As love explodes in hearts so warm, They hold each other close and tight, Embraced they lay in loving form. This is how love can be for most, Ever daunting to say the least, But when it's found it's grandiose, So succulent thy lovers' feast. In their arms lie and be adored, And feel the fires as they once roared. (Eight syllables per line)

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016

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Carry My Soul:

Sound Once more Thy Trumpets Sweet melody To my ears this night Carry my soul upwards To the ethereal sphere Where I shall reside for a time As a traveller of the cosmos In harmony with the all and divine

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Forsooth

In a world ruled by gods and men, who holds in their hand nature's pen? When words are smitten to deaf ears, dost one conclude their deepest fears? Thy skilled soothsayer is portrayed, as nothing more than a beggar paid. A wandering derelict of the past, his bardic tongue now shall avast. On a park bench, he sleeps at night, oft Poe's "The Raven" he does recite. 'Tis thy chilly nights he dreads the most, so in his prose, he gets engrossed. The birds doth come and hearken in, as he weaves his tales and rhymes within. This man was once like you and me, so sad this world could never see.

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A Big Night Out:

I'm out to impress It's a tutu, not a dress Big night, I confess

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