Evening Walk
by NikkiLou

We walk along the moonlit shore
With sand beneath our feet.
Alone here many times before,
But never quite as sweet.
Hand in hand we take the trail
Of foam left on the beach.
Gripping tightly to the Grail
Of love within our reach.

 

 

Vegetarian Kitty's Song That Goes About The Little Mousie Wasser B. Maus 
by Journalist 2002 

Mauses are nice, 
and mices are too, 
still the nicest mouse I know, 
iz U.

 

 

longing for winter
by Thiede

cool down the humid world for me at last
turn off this mind-eclipsing heat and glare
shorten those tiring days now, good and fast
sift the dead summer from the burining air!

give me the morning mist in lilac grey
open the skies and let soft clouds roll in;
paint all the trees in steady, fiery spray,
and let the calming fogs, the silvery frosts begin!

hurrah for odd hats pulled deep in my face,
for scarves embracing me both warm and bright;
for sprigs of hops and ivy by the fireplace,
for early evenings in flickering candle-light!

 

DarkStar
(dedicated to Cheval de Feu)
by Circe

His ruby eyes intoxicate like wine.
A blush of moondew glimmers from his skin.
If but one blood drop on his tongue was mine,
then happily I'd lost the rest within.

Another sun beside him could but sigh
to be so outshone by a pale dark star.
I fall upon his flame...this firefly,
this candle, witch, this vampire avatar!

His glowing flash impales adoring eyes
that watch within the cloud above his head.
I feel him ghost within my misty guise.
I reach in vain ... the phantom vamp has fled.

 

 

citygulls
by Thiede 

some curious seagulls 
astray from the river 
come into the city 
to haunt the dustbins. 

screaming and screeching 
they stream through the sky; 
winging over the traffic 
which flows and ebbs like water. 
they wish it was the sea.

 

 

Missing Her
by Journalist 

Fall climbs on housewalls, 
farewell waving rusted leaves, 
shivering coolness. 

Fog-caressed blank skin, 
never ending lonely sigh, 
droopy, sad whiskers.

 

 

DreamEscape
by Circe

Longing forgotten, abandoned child 
slipped beneath the sleeper's bed, 
smothered with the urgent wild 
dreamer's flight from being dead -- 

a longing buried in the soot 
of insubstantial moment, 
trying desperately to root 
through a shroud of torment -- 

Longing overcomes control, 
contentment turns to ache, 
once a wish invades a soul 
and sleeping dreams awake.

 

 

Panda
by JeanJean 

Black and white 
Dark eyes, pale face 
Always watching and mostly smiling 
But ready to run away 

 

 

September 11
by Beanie Queen Life is in the air

On this September Day
As we stand we pray
We pray for peace
We pray for the life that once was and the life that is 
We pray for the violence to end
We pray to protect our friend
We remember and we mourn
We share stories of that horrible morn
That day when terrorism plagued our nation
That day when hero's gave with great anticipation
We have stopped to take things for granted
And see we're blessed with every day
We tell our friends how much we care in every way
Stuff that didn't seem to matter before
You tend to treasure even more
It's hard to believe it's been one year
The heartache is so visibly clear
We will never forget what threatened our nation
We will regain what our fore sisters saved with great participation
We bless our neighbors 
And even comfort strangers
Our troops are out to protect us from lurking dangers
Our loved ones will never be forgotten
For they live on in our hearts
As they are our angels that live in the stars.

 

 

Transition
by Circe

When sap is flowing freely through the tree,
and supple boughs by gentle winds are bent,
a spring and summer whim of drapery
will dress the limbs with green abandonment.

But when the sun's soft smile has frozen cold,
then Fall, the executioner, will come,
decapitating twigs a thousandfold
to make the trees stand bare in martyrdom.

But as they die, a glory comes despite,
in colors of a blazing hot and warm,
and leaves will shimmer in the chilly light
while Fall attempts their magic to decharm.
As though to say in death we all will find
a beauty not apparent to the mind.