A CERULEAN SIGH

Yosemite valley by kmm625

 

A CERULEAN SIGH

 

Mountains reach for the sky,

Arms reaching so high.

White cotton balls drifting by

On a Cerulean sigh.

 

The cold air hits my face

As I pick up my pace.

I must get home soon post haste

Before my nest falls to waste.

 

Babies wait for mother

And not any other.

Beaks open wide for some food,

Squeaking in their frantic mood.

 

I can see my nest from here.

I soar down as I draw near.

Little heads bop up and down

As I dive closer to ground.

 

Chirps of joy greet my ears,

Helps allay any fears

That an intruder entered my domain.

I am happy that all appear the same.

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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.

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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Nook
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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.