FURY

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The ocean roars its fury.

Arms lift in supplication.

Waves bend sharp rocks.

No boats dare the swells.

Birds flee.

The sun hides.

Mist fills the air.

We wait.

Will we be worthy?

Is mankind ever worthy?

Will the waters recede for us?

The answer lies in the ocean’s depths of despair.

We bow our heads and pray.

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PURPLE FURY

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PURPLE FURY

The sky flashes purple and pink

amidst flashes of blue and white.

Reflected on the silvery surface

in shades of aquamarine and amethyst.

We see only a glimpse of its fury.

A quick shot of hot anger.

Don’t look away

for all too soon it will be gone.

HIS PASSION MOUNTS

 

Storm is coming.

Hitting the shore.

Palm trees flying.

And so much more.

 

Anger raises the waves.

Passion kicks up the sand.

Fear hides behind clouds.

Marching in like a band.

 

I know he is here.

I hide from his face.

He’s coming for me.

Clouds pick up the pace.

 

His anger brings passion and fear.

Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.

His can easily moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

 

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THE MIND’S EYE

 

 

The mind’s eye.

What can you see in a person’s eyes?

Can you see a glimpse of their emotions?

Maybe a little sadness with

a drop of anger thrown in.

What about happiness

and a sparkle of laughter?

Eyes are portals to our souls.

They accurately reveal

who we really are.

We can hide in our words

and facial expressions,

but we can’t hide our eyes.

Liars are said to look to the left

as they recount their false tales.

So the next time you’re speaking

with someone,

check their eyes.

See if their eyes

match their words.

I bet they won’t.

TEARS OF REVENGE

 

The skies open up,

Releasing pent-up anger.

Tears of revenge,

Falling in hail drops.

Flying creatures from hell,

Dipping low to catch victims.

Clouds swirl around the heavens,

Mopping up the bloody damage.

When will this end?

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

FLORIDA SHORES

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The rocks are approaching.

Getting closer to the shore.

The waves are foaming.

Growing stronger each day.

The sky turns darker.

Filling with angry, grey clouds.

A mist forms on your skin.

Leaving traces of tears behind.

The moon glows yellow.

Its skin blighted from shame.

For The Dead come today.

To take back our lovely town.

Florida shores won’t be the same.

When The Dead play their evil game.

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WAVES ARE CHURNING

The waves are churning.

My face is burning.

What’s coming for me.

I don’t want to see.

It rises from the deep.

When all are fast asleep.

The Dead come ashore.

For me they’ve come for.

There’s nowhere to run or hide.

I refuse to take their side.

The Dead will not win.

They’re dripping with sin.

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PASSION AND FEAR

 

 

Storm is coming.

Hitting the shore.

Palm trees flying.

And so much more.

 

Anger raises the waves.

Passion kicks up the sand.

Fear hides behind clouds.

Marching in like a band.

 

I know he is here.

I hide from his face.

He’s coming for me.

Clouds pick up the pace.

 

His anger brings passion and fear.

Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.

His can easily moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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