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Islands in the sun
Glorious isles
Full of smiles,I lay and wonder
How I let you go without a hug
Or a parting kiss.
So have escaped into the isles
Where there got tanned honeys
Bikini hides.
I can't escape my hearts desire
For I would be a liar.
Island of sun so full of fun,my sanctuary
Is in you lying in the sun.
Will she be the one,owe what a honey
She came down give me a drink
Kiss and a cuddle.
Full of smiles,I lay and wonder
How I let you go without a hug
Or a parting kiss.
So have escaped into the isles
Where there got tanned honeys
Bikini hides.
I can't escape my hearts desire
For I would be a liar.
Island of sun so full of fun,my sanctuary
Is in you lying in the sun.
Will she be the one,owe what a honey
She came down give me a drink
Kiss and a cuddle.
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Posted: Jul 2014
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Pirates Life
Off I go through the Amazon,
Hot on the trail of Ghengis Khan,
Going to sacrifice a virgin or two,
Sailing a ship to Katmandu,
The Bermuda triangle is nice it seems,
Tropic weather and summer greens,
Even underwater submarines
soaking in the seven seas,
My saber swings in the salty breeze,
Its a pirates life for me,
Yes a pirate's what I'll be,
Its a pirates life for me!
Hot on the trail of Ghengis Khan,
Going to sacrifice a virgin or two,
Sailing a ship to Katmandu,
The Bermuda triangle is nice it seems,
Tropic weather and summer greens,
Even underwater submarines
soaking in the seven seas,
My saber swings in the salty breeze,
Its a pirates life for me,
Yes a pirate's what I'll be,
Its a pirates life for me!
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
A little fun...
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Oh what can ail thee,knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no bird sing.
Oh what can ail thee,knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.
I see lily on thy brow,
With unguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful-a faery's child,
Her hair was long,her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too,and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing eles saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend,and sing
A faery's song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild,and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said-
'I love thee true'.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed-Ah!woe betide!-
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors,death-pale were they all;
They cried-'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!'
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Deception...
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no bird sing.
Oh what can ail thee,knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.
I see lily on thy brow,
With unguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful-a faery's child,
Her hair was long,her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too,and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing eles saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend,and sing
A faery's song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild,and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said-
'I love thee true'.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed-Ah!woe betide!-
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors,death-pale were they all;
They cried-'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!'
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Deception...
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Posted: Jun 2014
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Sailing Away
I long smell the earth in my skin
I want my eyes to tell the stories.
Glittery destination to anywhere.
I can reach, I can reach past this yellow symphony
In a remake trading post world paved with vendors.
Buckskin moccasins only brushing the ground
Pitch my tent, make a home for a week, move.
(ah. no phones, no appointments to keep, no problems)
Staying up nights watching a full moon laugh.
I'll be able to touch my feet & know
They're carrying me on my destined path
Free-spirited is what they call me
Splash in uncharted rivers, open my eyes underwater.
Forever with my smile, smelling like
Clouds on the back of the wind
Finding my fairy ring,
Some day my wings will catch my breeze and
I'll sail away again, even if only in another poem.
~SAS~
I want my eyes to tell the stories.
Glittery destination to anywhere.
I can reach, I can reach past this yellow symphony
In a remake trading post world paved with vendors.
Buckskin moccasins only brushing the ground
Pitch my tent, make a home for a week, move.
(ah. no phones, no appointments to keep, no problems)
Staying up nights watching a full moon laugh.
I'll be able to touch my feet & know
They're carrying me on my destined path
Free-spirited is what they call me
Splash in uncharted rivers, open my eyes underwater.
Forever with my smile, smelling like
Clouds on the back of the wind
Finding my fairy ring,
Some day my wings will catch my breeze and
I'll sail away again, even if only in another poem.
~SAS~
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Posted: Jun 2014
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Exit through time
Closing my eyes
I dream the dream
of an illuminated exit sign
to take me back in time
to be a child again
to experience my first love again
timeless is love...
To find fun in the shadows
a rainbow in the rain
light in the darkness
wonder in the smallest thrills
exit sign take me back in time
I am a child in these hills
just for one night...
Gone are the politics
and useless wars
no Obama or Osama
Iraq, Afghanistan or Syrian conflicts
just a bowl of cherry ice-cream
with no guilt or fat
I can be naughty or ugly
Grandma and Grandpa still loves me...
The magic of Christmas morning
I can run and never walk slow
no credit card bills
no worrying about tomorrow
stretch my arms and fly
find the circus animals in the sky
play and laugh the day away...
Exit sign now take me back home
I am forever a child in my heart!
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Posted: Jun 2014
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Just a daydream..Even when we grow up some of us always harbors an inner child!
Godzilla
Godzilla
You are 350 feet tall
How you'd get so big?
Oh yeah, that nuclear testing we did in the south pacific
Now you are knocking down buildings
You are leaving massive footprints Bigfoot would be jealous of
I saw you with Matthew Brodrick back around 1998
I think you were smaller then
So you've grown a lot in the past 16 years
You go get em Godzilla!
You are 350 feet tall
How you'd get so big?
Oh yeah, that nuclear testing we did in the south pacific
Now you are knocking down buildings
You are leaving massive footprints Bigfoot would be jealous of
I saw you with Matthew Brodrick back around 1998
I think you were smaller then
So you've grown a lot in the past 16 years
You go get em Godzilla!
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Posted: May 2014
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Going to see Godzilla yet again. I won the movie with Pepsi points and haven't watched for years till yesterday. I'll have to see if this movie is better.Dragon Friend
Hugo
My majical dragon friend
Take me away
Far far away from these mean people
Up in the clouds where there is peace
Up in the mountains where there is silence
Up where I belong with you
You don't judge me
You say nice things to me
You can take me anywhere I want to go
You defend me from my enemies
I have nothing to fear with you around
I love you Hugo
My majical dragon friend
My majical dragon friend
Take me away
Far far away from these mean people
Up in the clouds where there is peace
Up in the mountains where there is silence
Up where I belong with you
You don't judge me
You say nice things to me
You can take me anywhere I want to go
You defend me from my enemies
I have nothing to fear with you around
I love you Hugo
My majical dragon friend
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Posted: May 2014
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Just daydreaming at work today. Got the idea from the movie A Never Ending Story where the dragon dog and the bullied boy chase after the bullies. A fun movie I haven't watched in many years.
online today!When I close my eyes, I know Him.
He is a normal Man who lives his life with his whole heart and soul, gentle with a strong core.
He has made many mistakes and taken wrong turns, but he has become stronger because of it.
He will stop in the middle of a shop or sidewalk with everyone walking around and slide his hands behind my head, look deep into my eyes and lean in slowly, the world would fade and he will become my world as his lips softly, then with deep passion, ravish mine, making me his willing woman.
He reaches out his hand and runs his fingers through my mind, smiles at my dreams and pages through my thoughts, he kisses my heart and wraps it in his for safe keeping every night.
He is out there and as long as He is I will wait.
He has made many mistakes and taken wrong turns, but he has become stronger because of it.
He will stop in the middle of a shop or sidewalk with everyone walking around and slide his hands behind my head, look deep into my eyes and lean in slowly, the world would fade and he will become my world as his lips softly, then with deep passion, ravish mine, making me his willing woman.
He reaches out his hand and runs his fingers through my mind, smiles at my dreams and pages through my thoughts, he kisses my heart and wraps it in his for safe keeping every night.
He is out there and as long as He is I will wait.
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Posted: May 2014
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When I close my eyes I know Him, one day I will know his Name:-)FAERIES ROUND ABOUT
November 30, 2012
Gazing upon Killarney’s Flesk river,
where the dense green twining ivy grows.
There, a canopy of moss laden trees,
craves the fine mist as the swift river flows.
Flowing and moving over time-worn stone,
pounding and shaping every curve and dip.
Evening brings creatures down to the still pools,
for a long awaited cool and quenching sip.
The forest takes on a new dimension.
The changing light makes you question your eyes.
You turn your head, wondering what you saw;
perhaps a small bird, maybe Dragonflies.
Green hues explode in the filtered sun light.
Your senses tingle, but you know not why.
Dusk is the time when magic comes to life;
everything shimmers and pleases the eye.
Those who hold dear their childhood wishes,
will know forest magic and have no doubt.
Dragonflies morph into dancing light beams,
then hundreds of faeries fly all about.
Safe are we in the Forest Killarney.
A faery-spell veil keeps danger away.
Elixir of Blackthorn and faery dust,
makes us faery small...we can fly and play.
The sky grows dark. The horned owls hoot loudly.
A bonfire is lit ‘neath the rising moon.
Moss covered branches make soft seats for rest,
as faeries they hum a night forest tune.
I carefully listen, watch and I learn,
from the stories shared of times long ago.
Faeries, keepers of magic and knowledge;
I am humbled to find just how much they know.
Humbled this night by the gift of welcome;
the child I was, in glimpses I see.
Growth, true release and wisdom have followed
my sober return to reality.
Gazing upon Killarney’s Flesk river,
where the dense green twining ivy grows.
There, a canopy of moss laden trees,
craves the fine mist as the swift river flows.
Flowing and moving over time-worn stone,
pounding and shaping every curve and dip.
Evening brings creatures down to the still pools,
for a long awaited cool and quenching sip.
The forest takes on a new dimension.
The changing light makes you question your eyes.
You turn your head, wondering what you saw;
perhaps a small bird, maybe Dragonflies.
Green hues explode in the filtered sun light.
Your senses tingle, but you know not why.
Dusk is the time when magic comes to life;
everything shimmers and pleases the eye.
Those who hold dear their childhood wishes,
will know forest magic and have no doubt.
Dragonflies morph into dancing light beams,
then hundreds of faeries fly all about.
Safe are we in the Forest Killarney.
A faery-spell veil keeps danger away.
Elixir of Blackthorn and faery dust,
makes us faery small...we can fly and play.
The sky grows dark. The horned owls hoot loudly.
A bonfire is lit ‘neath the rising moon.
Moss covered branches make soft seats for rest,
as faeries they hum a night forest tune.
I carefully listen, watch and I learn,
from the stories shared of times long ago.
Faeries, keepers of magic and knowledge;
I am humbled to find just how much they know.
Humbled this night by the gift of welcome;
the child I was, in glimpses I see.
Growth, true release and wisdom have followed
my sober return to reality.
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Posted: Nov 2012
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This poem came to me today and I feel it reflects some thoughts regarding a recent vision quest. I traveled last week to the Ancient Redwood Forest in Ca, and saw incredible things there that set my mind reeling. I went there for an inward glance and some answers. I was granted both and I saw things I cannot explain. Or can I?
A SciFaiKu
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Darkened summer night
Great flying circle in sky
Beam me up Scotty
Darkened summer night
Great flying circle in sky
Beam me up Scotty
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Posted: May 2014
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