Poet @ MindSay

Bare feet on the sands,
Glowing like gems,
Imprinted signatures,
Forever, beautiful.

Pink toe nails,
Glimmer in the day,
Dazzle the boys in swim wears,
Beckon the old men to look.

Pretty soles on the sands,
Resting-- a summer morn.
Tanned feet, joyful shines,
Lure the beach goers to gaze.

Bare feet in my memories,
Forever, linger...

This is my response to FeatherDawn's  Poetry Challenge...

The Wages of Sin...

Take the key and open the lock if you dare,
But you have been warned.
There are thing that should be hidden from sight
In the soul of the forlorn...

Open the door and look inside, what do you see?
What is hiding in the shadows?
Do you see the demons as they pick at my soul?
Do you see the darkness as it grows?

Now you know what lies within the box,
Now you have seen the evil void inside -
Close the door and lock it fast
To hold the thoughts I wish to hide…

I can again enjoy the person I've become
With those thoughts kept safe from me,
And live my life in the light
For the box and the lock have set me free...

©2008

This is my response to FeatherDawn's  Poetry Challenge...

Upon a distant shoreline...

Upon a distant shoreline
Of some ancient half-forgotten sea,
I sit and watch the tide come in
As the waves crash over me...

Upon a distant shoreline
In a time so very far away,
We sat so close together
And watched the sun rise on a new day...

Upon a distant shoreline
That seems like a lifetime ago,
You left the beach and walked away
Though I begged you not to go...

Upon a distant shoreline,
I remain here still
Maybe you'll come back one day,
How I hope you will...

Upon a distant shoreline,
The end grows ever near
As the waves crash down upon my soul
And break upon every tear...

© 2008

The Missionary -- by Dobie *

Submit to me and make your pleasures whirl
And glisten like the dew within your garden.
And I shall see your lotus flower unfurl
Upon the standard bearer of my pride.

What have I here?
What have we here to hide?
And what are we to fear?
Is it the piercing of the shadow?

Can we each ease into this satin of the night?
And smooth into the lilac of your skin?
Until the soothing breaks itself to light
And cools his sheathing on the dawning wind.

For who resists the soldier and his lance?
And least of all, the maid with tickled lyre.
For she cannot escape her fate nor chance
And shall succumb to passion's earthy fire.

Come be with me and won't your pleasures whirl
And glisten like the dew within your garden.
We each shall see your lotus flower unfurl
On this, the standard bearer of my pride.

A poet comes along.

Though moments dwindle few,

He draws himself a song

And sings himself to you

And tends upon what’s wrong

With fodder for a wing

And lyrics for the dawn

For morning birds to sing

 

And sweet the light shall bring

A chorus  and the writ

And grace is far between

What pendulum and pit

But poet comes along

To stand between the two

And draws yourself a song

And sings yourself to you

 

And fodder for your wing

And night shall find you free

Swung out upon a dream

And shining over me

In muses for the pine

All sparkled up with thyme

‘Til daylight wonders why

The morning birds do sigh