TROPICAL PARADISE

We fly on a green carpet
through the dense bush.
Mosquitoes for companions
in the moisture-laden air.
Exotic plants fan our faces
as we trek down winding paths.
Snapping sounds taunt us
as we canoe down the river.
The tempo quickens.
The beat picks...

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We fly on a green carpet

through the dense bush.

Mosquitoes for companions

in the moisture-laden air.

Exotic plants fan our faces

as we trek down winding paths.

Snapping sounds taunt us

as we canoe down the river.

The tempo quickens.

The beat picks up.

The air becomes heavier.

The sounds louder.

We become one with nature.

Lost in a tropical paradise.

 

 

DAYDREAM

Water in waves of blue and green.
Nothing can be so clear and clean.
Sunshine beating down on my head.
I have made the soft sand my bed.
Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.
I can feel the breeze in my hair.
A place like this must exist.
A dream like...

 

 

Water in waves of blue and green.

Nothing can be so clear and clean.

Sunshine beating down on my head.

I have made the soft sand my bed.

Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.

I can feel the breeze in my hair.

A place like this must exist.

A dream like this I can’t resist.

 

TO A TOWN NEAR YOU

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Paradise waits for us.

A perfect oasis.

Waves cascade onto the beach.

Guests lounge around

the hotel’s swimming pool.

Quaint stores dot Main Street.

Life is beautiful.

Until night comes.

Waves hit the shore

with their increasing fury.

The sun bows out.

The moon takes its place.

The night brings The Dead walking

into a town near you.

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BLUE SEA

A garden of delight for me,

In colors of the deep blue sea.

In my mind’s eye I can see

Myself falling into thee.

In the shade of the plum tree

I’ll wait until you’ll come to me.

We’ll fly away to be free

To the waves of the blue sea.

A PERFECT OASIS

A PERFECT OASIS

A perfect oasis on the shore.

You could not ask for anything more.

Sun and surf during the day,

But at night there’s hell to pay.

The waves welcome daily swimmers,

But at night there are no winners.

Afraid to venture out after dark,

Residents stay clear of the town park.

One night, a hanging party is had

By the dark creatures who are plain bad.

Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.

We don’t even know who is our foe.


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SECRETS

 

Night comes near.  The moon begins to rise.  The birds are beginning to swarm.  The Dead are ready to rise.  Who are they?  What are they?  THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leistslobbering:

Valentin Rekunenko

 

Night comes near.

The moon rises.

The birds swarm.

The Dead rise.

THE DEAD GAME

 

  • slobbering:    Valentin Rekunenko    The portraits in Wolf’s house look so real.  As if a hand will reach out to grab the rose in your hand.  Are the portraits alive?  Is the house alive?  Why are the eyes following us?  Get us out of here!  The Dead are alive in THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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The portraits come alive.

Eyes follow us from below

the glass floor.

Alligator eyes.

A pool of alligators.

The Dead are alive in THE DEAD GAME.

 

  • witchinqhour:    Do The Dead sleep in coffins?  Do they sleep in beds like humans?  What about human vampires?  Meet them in THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist  http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist  http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

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Do The Dead sleep in coffins?

Do they sleep in beds like humans?

What about human vampires?

Meet them in THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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  • I wouldn’t go inside if I was you.  You don’t know who is waiting for you.  Who?  The Dead.

 

I wouldn’t go inside.

You don’t know 

who is waiting for you.

Who?

The Dead.

 

The best way to survive in Oasis  is to keep your mouth, ears, and eyes shut.  The Dead don’t like intruders.Source: hauntedlounge)

 

The best way to survive in Oasis

is to keep your mouth, ears and eyes shut.

The Dead don’t like intruders.

 

  • The house is deserted.  The warm wind blows the windows open.  The breeze ruffles the curtains and  lifts the sheets covering the abandoned furniture.  What happened to the last family living there?  They disappeared in the night,  never to be heard from again.  A stormy night that was filled with  dangerous lightning and thunder.  End House holds many secrets.  Should we venture inside to uncover   its secrets?  Or should we leave these secrets to  grow and fester, along with the other  secrets hidden in Oasis, Florida?  The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

 

The house is deserted.

A warm wind blows the windows open.

The breeze ruffles the curtains and

lifts the sheets covering the abandoned furniture.

What happened to the last family living there?

They disappeared in the night,

never to be heard from again.

A stormy night that was filled with

dangerous lightning and thunder.

End House holds many secrets.

Should we venture inside to uncover

its secrets?

Or should we leave these secrets to

grow and fester, along with the other

secrets hidden in Oasis, Florida?

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

THE OASIS HOTEL

 

THE OASIS HOTEL

The white hotel on the beach

has everything within reach.

A swimming pool in the sun

offers fun in the hot sun.

The night brings a different story

of The Dead in all their glory.

They come to scare the town,

cold stares served with a frown.

Beware of the walking dead.

They are evil ones to dread.

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THE BLUE WAVE

 

A blue wave of ocean.

Coming closer to shore.

Bringing with it darkness.

And yet still so much more.

 

I’m tempted to ride it.

Take it to the limit.

I want to see its strength

And if it’s a gimmick.

 

The blue is almost transparent.

A glass of cold water for me.

Hitting me in the face with salt.

Lifting me as high as can be.

 

Goodbye to the town of Oasis.

Goodbye to my perfect paradise.

Squashed by the hand of The Dead and gone.

By a mere roll of the deadly dice.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

HOT BALL OF YELLOW

A hot ball of yellow

sets over a palette

of grey and blue.

Cries of laughter float

through a park of green

dotted with bushes of red.

Rainbow-colored homes

behind white picket fences

hold hands in the waning light.

A perfect place.

For daydreaming.

For wishes.

For The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME