A PLACE OF FANTASY
A place of fantasy there must be,
Where blues and green merge in the deep sea.
Clouds create formations into works of art,
Resembling soft cotton balls splitting apart.
I raise my face to the sunshine of the day,
The rays shooting sparks as they frolic and play.
The sand is soft beneath my feet,
Warming my body with its heat.
Come with me and enjoy the dazzling sun,
We’re sure to have fun till the day is done.
WHAT IF
What if the sun exploded?
The day began as all others.
The sun rose and shined its light.
As the day wore on, the sun grew hotter.
Steamier.
It radiated shades of red and orange.
Heat slew off its sides.
Until it exploded.
Hot balls of fire crashed to earth.
Darkness soon fell across the globe.
The moon hid its face.
It wasn’t ready to rule.
Who would save the earth,
Warm the earth,
And provide the needed sunshine?
The moon stepped forward.
It puffed up its face,
Then it blew out hot steam.
“You’re hired,” mankind shouted.
The moon replaced the sun.
Twenty four hours a day.
No time off.
No rest for the weary moon.
But a lot of grumbling.
So we ask: What if the sun exploded?
We would be in trouble.
Stuck with the moon for sunshine.
Sun, we bow to you in gratitude
For all that you do for us.
Source: f0r-you
I picked a rose just for you.
A symbol of me and you.
Soft as the petals are your skin.
As precious as the pistol within.
It rises to meet the sun’s face.
No one can ever take its place.
Open and spread your leaves apart.
I can feel the beat of your heart.
Two hearts joined as one.
My job is now done.
The tree spreads its limbs wide
to absorb the light of the sun.
Its leaves glow in the waning afternoon light.
Soon the sun will leave yellow trails
around the tree’s massive trunk
as it sets for the day.
The shadows grow longer.
The colors become dimmer.
The sun bows its head goodbye.
Looming shadows signal the next stage.
The glow of the moon takes centerstage.
The tree spreads its limbs wide
to absorb the light of the rising moon.
Why do we wish for snow
when it’s hot outside?
And when it’s cold and stormy,
we dream about the sun?
So, when you’re sitting on the beach
with the hot sun in your face,
don’t be surprised if you begin to crave snow.
Please don’t set.
Don’t remove your light.
Your warmth.
Your heat.
The nights are cold.
The shadows are long.
Their reach too immense.
Don’t allow the moon its space.
It brings pain with its touch,
Horror in its light,
Shadows in its path.
Please don’t leave me.
THE DEAD GAME
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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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Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.
The ocean sparkles green and blue
Like a wrapped present just for you.
The soft sand is so white and clean.
Perfection has no in-between.
Oasis is perfect to get away.
It is the best place I can safely say.
Except for the desolate night
That might offer us a big fright.
Dark shadows come out from their homes.
The sun uncovers only bones.
What happens at night is a mystery
Along with Oasis’ long history.
Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.
THE DEAD GAME
The moon shows its head.
It’s past time for bed.
It casts a yellow glow.
I can hear the winds blow.
Time for me to go inside.
There must be places to hide.
Until the morning light.
When the sun burns so bright.
Light squeezes between the leaves.
Eyes to the sky serve me best.
Rays cast their fingers on me.
Sun has passed its daily test.
The circle widens and deepens.
A place to while away the day.
I keep to its rounded corners.
A place I’ve come to love and pray.
