PARADISE LOST AND FOUND

A more beautiful place cannot be,

It faces the waves of the dark sea.

White sand and quiet beaches galore,

You can’t ask for anything more.

Life is perfect as can be.

Come and frolic with me.

Tourists visit from far and wide.

Oasis is Florida’s pride.

Beware when The Dead descend.

We can no longer pretend

This is a perfect place to be

As The Dead rise up from the sea.

Darkness brings flying creatures and death.

Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME

by Susanne Leist

UNTIL THE NIGHT

Take the road to the Oasis Hotel,

Lined with trees shedding their pink petals.

A bright and sunny road

Filled with wishes & dreams.

No worries or despairs

Until the night.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

BUBBLES OF FLOWERS

bubbles of flowers
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Picture a flower growing from the sea.

Can there be a prettier sight to see?

 

Bubbles of flowers float ashore.

Close your eyes and open that door.

 

This is what I need for today.

Pastel colors to soothe my stay.

 

Pinks and blues mix well together.

I can look at them forever.

A PINK DELIGHT

Pink Fantasy

 

Pink flowers to fill my day.

Petals fall in the soft light.

Ready to come out and play,

A soothing and pretty sight.

 

A shady path for dreams

For the hot days and warm nights.

Pink fills the lakes and streams,

A toast to spring’s delights.

A WINDOW

 

 

A window to the world.

A window to beauty.

Snow-capped mountains.

Swan-filled lakes.

The pounding waves of the ocean.

Fields of flowers.

Adventure.

Romance.

Mystery.

Open your mind

to the possibilities.

Wake your senses.

Can you feel the sea breeze?

Can you smell the flowers?

Can you hear the seagulls’ cries?

Can you taste the salty air?

I can.

A NEW BEGINNING

 

 

A NEW BEGINNING

The rain hits the puddles

in a staccato rhythm.

mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches hang low,

weighed heavy with water.

Flowers lift shiny faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds drip dry.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

MY SECRET

 

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves & flowers.

I want to look at water & not towers.

Colors to brighten my day.

A place where birds come to play.

I walk to the end of the pier.

I gaze into the depths without fear.

I watch the fish swimming by,

Not monsters lurking nearby.

Allow time to pass slowly and be savored.

Whoever comes this way will be favored.

I think it’s only prudent and fair

To share my secret with those who care.