JOY

Joy
Source: ponkeee

JOY

Joy can be found in the footsteps.

A romp through the cold water.

Follow me through the sand.

Let our footsteps trail a path

For others to find their way.

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DANCE FOR ME

DANCE FOR ME
Elevate your body through the air.
Lift up your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.
Let the water flow down.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself high above all else.
Dance for me.
Give me your wicked smile.
A little...

 

DANCE FOR ME

Elevate your body through the air.
Lift up your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.

Let the water flow down.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself high above all else.
Dance for me.

Give me your wicked smile.
A little laugh.
Show me your endless joy.
Dance for me.

I want to see your special dance.
A clap or two.
A little twist for me.
Dance for me.

 

PARADISE LOST

Green Waves

 

PARADISE LOST 

A town full of happiness and joy

Has turned sad like a broken toy.

Where once tourists frolicked in the sun,

Frightened residents are on the run.

Dark shadows roam the eerie night.

Victims abound from their fierce bite.

Hell hath no fury like a vampire’s wrath.

They plow down whoever is in their path.

We must kill the creatures of hell,

Then we’ll have a story to tell

Of how we survived an apocalypse.

A sad but true story from our own lips.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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Busy as a Bee

 

A flower is a perfect spot.

The yellow looks scrumptious to me. 

Pink flowers will be my next stop.

I’m happy as a buzzing bee.

Spreading joy through the leafy green.

Nectar to my toes through my nose.

Stopping here and there in between.

Sharing everywhere like a hose.

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A SECRET DOOR

A Secret Door

olympialetan
One of the secret doors of the Stift Admont library, Austria.

A SECRET DOOR

A door to mystery.

A door to adventure.

A door to my mind.

I would climb the stairs

With a precious book in hand.

Sit in the rays of the sun

And read to my heart’s content.

Hidden away in my secret place

Ready to take on any foe or force.

The sunlit pages would come to life

To bring hours of joy and contentment.

HELLO MOON

What if the moon fell from the sky?
One night, it decided to desert the sky.
Leave the dark sky by itself,
with only the stars for company.
Who would bring light to the earth?
Light needed in the dark of night.
Light needed to brighten streets and alleyways.
Light for those saddened by the night.
Light taken for granted.
But no more.
The moon would not be taken for granted.
It would be missed and yearned for.
Upon its return the next night,
it would be welcomed with joy.
Hello moon.
Welcome back.

WINTER SUN

sundxwn: Gullfoss in Winter Sun by Peter Negatsch

The winter sun is rising.

Releasing its stored energy.

Cracking the frozen ground wide open.

Creating a dark hole.

A hole reaching down

into emptiness.

No lights.

No sounds.

Only nothingness.

The sun feels good

on my face.

The snow feels less cold

and forbidding.

The light is calling me

away from the darkness.

I will listen to it.

I will go toward it.

Away from the gaping hole

and empty dreams.

To the light of a new day.

Good morning world.