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Like you, I change with the season...
like a shape-shifter...we seem to always alter our appearances
to fit the model...the design....
but unlike you,
I morph into a multitude of sentiments...
until only a mirage of my former self remains.

...now i am a stranger to you,
and even to myself.
...i close my eyes and wait... for the Change to come.

gregory

Bell chimes
Cutting invitations
Of serendipity gardens
In mist -- glowing orbs
Your eyes
Kindle golden fire
A quicksand burn
Into Just December
Cradles wood
Doubts threshold
Patina unturns
Knobs ground leaves
Where you’ve gone

Again and again
Knocks taste bitter
In counts of tomorrow
Nicks, grains, grooves, and
Your imperfect landscape
Sing stories
In platitudes unsung

Majestic stones stood in a ring
while birds flew by on the wing
this once was a place of kings
who spent their time battling

Their foes were now for beheading
this fate was cruel but befitting
a warning for others come warring
with every intention of acquiring

War horses swift of feet cantering
plunging with battle lust capering
the knights so proud are gathering
the stone ring they are honouring

Through the ages cults made offering
changing as they grew up in culturing
yet never the stones change appearing
mystical, powerful capable of conjuring

Ask and you shall see
What’s inside of me
I don’t hide any treasure
Or fake any pleasure
‘Cause honesty’s transparent
And really quite coherent
There’s little mystery
For that matter history
Is that why I’m so plain?
Please do not complain
Don't tell tall tales
When all else fails
There's no secret mantra
and no hidden agenda
So don’t jump the gun
And count me as one
Don’t have to wrestle
To find someone special
No need to be a sleuth
Just to know the truth

In the past we have had lots of fun doing this type of Challenge and made good friends along the way so
Come on poets join in and get to know each other better

My Challenge is for you to write about

"What Three Things You would Take "

Remember you are on an isolated Island and will be there for at least Ten Years

write in any form (style)

for your title use

The Things I would Take Challenge

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No Speed boats or other such things only what you would find on the Island

T'is a cold and rainy night,
Wish I knew someone who might
Just want to cuddle tight -
and keep me warm.

A soft body would be fine,
In fact t'would be sublime
And I could spend all the time -
taken by her charms.

I would not want so very much,
It's just to have her gentle touch
To have her comfy and all such -
content in my arms.

Someone to feel a personal need,
And one to think maybe he'd
Be the answer to what she pleads -
he's there to keep her warm !

Mask


They are worn
as a disguise or
to hide

To hide from the past
the shame that remains
the monster inside
the lies

To disguise
the pain that never
well change

Nights of mysteries and feelings,
Nights of dreams and plays, and vice,
Nights of musings and misgivings,
Nights of skies overcast with stars.
Nights of colds and chills, and quivers,
Nights of pleasure, grace and love,
Nights of treasures beyond measure
Of the verse made one by one.
Nights of darkness, pierced with candles,
Flames that flicker in the night.
Nights of sadness, thoughts of people
Friends and lovers that have died.
Nights we pass in tranquil leisure,
Nights we pass in raging lust,
Nights that give us heavenly pleasure,
Nights that last in toil and fast.

Night, my friend, please hearken to wish,
Just give me peace of mind and sound sleep.

Come sit by me, down on this log;
Now look out over the plains,
To where I'm pointing at right now,
And watch the falling rain.

It's odd the way some clouds can do;
They come and go alone,
To where it's dry as powder hyar,
But pounding down below.

Now take that big one over there
So white and marvelous
You think it'd be the one to watch;
The one to bother us.

But it's not full up to the brim
With water from afar
Like the flat and sullen dark ones
(Like tipping up a jar).

And too, those little ones up there
Close by the mountain peak
They just like to ride the wind
They're so dry they 'near about squeak.

But down there near the winter pass
Where the grass is green and tall
Is where the clouds all come to meet
Where we get the heavy fall.

Can you see out there beyond the clouds?
Where the sky is blue and fair?
To where the sunlight seems to spill
Around most everywhere?

Well, that's the way I feel about you,
Whenever I hear your name,
Because you are like that sky to me,
Some ways, you're near the same.

Who can say. that the color
Green is not smiling behind a
World unseen?

Who could be responsible for burning
The last page of poetry so that every
Tear is denied?

Will a dying earth ever be granted
A new breath in the eternal realms?

Will the lion never again receive
The praise of his power?

What would life be if no one knew
About it?

If there were no eyes to behold the
Horse in the beauty of his stride
Could we say that all that can be
Called beauty vanishes into the
Eternal night?

What are emotions, minds, and desires
If life is nothing more than mathematical
Chance..a cosmic trick of the 'god's..?

Who can say?

An inquiring mind might consider such
Things

Perhaps a fool is eating hell for
Breakfast

Someone has to die..or so they say

But some one must live to tell the
Tale

I'll be quiet now and go my way

I'm painting a picture of a
Mountain and I feel great joy
In doing such a thing

Tommorrow, I might bring you
Roses

But tonight, I ponder many things

What will we do when the clock
Strikes twelve?

Who cay say?