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Dancing With WolvesTonight, amongst the smoke and the fireflies,
I am dancing with wolves - the stars in my eyes,
the wind blowing through my tangled hair,
makes this feeling so spectacular yet rare.

I know I'm considered a part of their pack,
when they tell me that they'll watch my back,
through the tranquil nights and eventful days...
...I feel like I'm slipping away...

As I awaken, I can do nothing but smile,
I think of those wolves for quite a while.
They'll be there; protecting me,
and I know where they will always be.

When the day finally ends,
I cannot wait to encounter my protective friends.
Once my head reaches the pillow...
I am surrounded by glori
The WolfThe moon has risen high in the sky,
But the forest, still black, has a secret to hide.
Not a creature stirs, but the king of the night.
A howling sounds, long, low, and out of sight.

I emerge from my cave, just awoken from sleep
By my stomach that says, it’s about time to eat.
I grit my teeth at the remembrance of
How I haven’t eaten anything since two days ago, that dove.

My stomach growls and I cover it up
With a growl of my own from the pain of the one.
I bare my teeth and look into the night,
Hoping to smell some food I can find.

I stalk out further and look around,
My ears held high, yet there isn’t a sound.
I wander
From the fjordsThe sky's a different shade here,
the trees of other root.
The soil, with pure emotion,
caresses each clean shoot.

As time itself seems halted
to him with open mind,
the majesty in silence
makes minions of mankind.

When life pass by around him,
behind him and beyond,
with brief, but lustful longing
he'll linger, then abscond.

The beauty of his moment
no stranger can relay.
Nor will he ever try to,
the native, save to stay.
quote"He, who every morning plans the
transactions of the day, and follows that
plan carries a thread that will guide him
through a labyrinth of the most busy life"
- Victor Hugo
The All-Consuming Fire Taking The All-Consuming Fire
Taking abuse again and again
Is like infinite fuel for a blazing fire

The fire continues to feed
The grass and the trees
Are burned while the others flee

The fire continues to burn
Leaving nothing to be desired

The rocks are covered black in ash
Those that see them
No longer see the beauty of them
Losing all hope that it will end
When they had enough
Can no longer stand running
From the predator that devours
All that it sees
They battle the fire with water
The water is like the poison
To all consuming fire
As the fire becomes weak
The water becomes strong
Giving fuel to the prey
The predator is dead
The hills are gr
We survived the Spring in OhioWe survived the Spring in Ohio:
From chilling to warming,
And lightnings and storming
To sunny and charming,
We weathered the weather together.

Soon Summer will simmer with heat.
The sun will be baking,
Humidity making.
There is no mistaking,
We'll be roasting for most of the season.

But here, on this first Summer's day,
Recalling the freezing,
We savor the breezing
And temp'rately pleasing,
Comf'rtably home in today.
Here We StandHere I stand ‘neath towers reaching taller
Stretching ever higher to their limit.
Here I stand in awe beneath their spires;
Never could I replicate the view.

Here they stand ‘neath mountains’ grander growing
With caps of white and crowned with rivers blue.
Here they stand in paltry replication
Of the rugged rocks—nature’s art.

Here she stands ‘neath skies of black and silver
The milky river arcing over all.
Here she stands in humble adoration
At the stunning sky ‘neath which she turns.

Here it flows ‘neath hands of righteous fire
E’ery piece does dance in math’ics law.
Here it flo
DawnI wake up from the land of dreams

While the songbird quietly chirps and sings;

The dawn is majestic on the horizon

With the blood-red star that is our sun.

The ground is damp with morning dew

For many lives to start anew,

For friendships to form strong bonds

Starts with the beautiful break of dawn.
The Whittle BirdAnd now we’ll talk about the whittle-bird

Which few have seen and fewer have heard

It’s a remarkable creature, small and shy

With wings so tiny it can barely fly

It’s an ugly little thing, I’m sure you’ll agree

Yet this strange little creature is a delight to me

With beady little eyes and a ginormous beak

If it were a human it simply couldn’t speak

It’s brown in colour with black spines on its back,

But they’re completely useless in a predatory attack

I hear you all say, this thing is absurd!

It’s so ugly it could barely pass as a bird

But this creature is simply not to be outd
PoetreeStrong oak
Weeping willow
Brown bark
Soft green pillow

Sycamore
Maple leaf
Cherry
And apple tree

Birch
Mulberry
Peach
Hackberry

Strong oak
Weeping willow
Brown bark
Soft green pillow
The fleeting blossom of time...
Minutes drift on..

like sakura on the breeze...

as hours fall like leaves from trees.
ClematisOnce a royal beauty
Fairest among all
Fulfilling one’s duty
A harsh trial of law

Overseer of land
Protecting the weak
Her power so grand
Not without reach

Travels through time
Twisting and turning
Up the steep climb
She's watching and learning

With allies close
Higher she shines
All hail Clematis
Queen of the Vines
Black BirdBlack Bird
Black Wings
Morals Slurred
Bad Things

Crows Fly
Crows Stalk
Cause humans to cry,
With faces like chalk

Those are are cruel lies
You're really so sweet
But everyone sighs
Because of what you eat

Feeling okay
Ignore what they say
Why Not Me?Here I am, a little lizard, sitting on a log.
Up above the trees, I see, a layer, of fog.
I am a bearded dragon, a lizard, as you know.
I don’t know why I’m a lizard, I just really don’t know.

There are greater, better things, that I would rather be,
Instead of something tiny, climbing up a tree.
There is “dragon” in my name, and that sounds just right,
I should be a dragon! Raging on a plight!

And, oh no! A dragon, coming right now!
Look how big it is! With a mouth to swallow a cow!
How could I see it, coming down, through the heavy fog?
I guess I’m just too tiny, to see much at all.

It has those teeth,
Silver LadyThe flowers around me
Bow their heads in submission,
The lilies blushing under my silver gaze
As the roses lean away from me,
Remembering their thorns.

The sky above me
Is black – in the blued edition –
Sparkling like none of my best bouquets
Reminding me of the mystery
It hides before its morns.

I sit beside the sea
As my knights await commission
And wonder what life’s never ending maze
Holds for me and my distant destiny,
Watching as the Star mourns.
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Fundich hob dich auf
wie einen kiesel
am strand
du schmecktest
nach salz
und warst
ganz glatt

als ich dich
erkundete
als ich
durch täler und
weichbewaldetes streifte
sprach zu mir
ein singendes flüstern
und es wurde
ein wildes raunen
zum schluss

ich legte dich
ans fenster
dorthin,
wo der wind ein
und ausgeht
und legte mich
dazu,

ein unbewohntes
schneckenhaus
linksgedreht,
schneeweiss.
LaudatioDu mein Edelstein
mein kostbarer Diamant
mit deinem
Regenbogengefunkel
bezauberst du mich
und zeigst mir
wo er liegt
der Schatz
den ich suchte
und fand.

Du mein Augenstern
mein knisterndes
Überraschungspaket
mit deinem
Glitzergewimmel
überwältigst du mich
und zeigst mir
den Himmel
auf Erden
und ich
kann werden.

Du mein Herzensblatt
mein blitzblankes
Spiegelbild
mit deinem
Silberglatten Schein
blendest du mich
und zeigst
reflektierende Facetten
von mir
und dir.

Du mein gut gehütetes
Geheimnis
mein verschlossenes
Tagebuch
mit deinem
eleganten Federkiehl
beschreibst du mich
und fülls

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Ich moecht

:iconfedersstrich:

Ich möcht den Winter
ach so gerne
noch behalten...

In kalter Luft
die zarten Schneekristalle falten
die Stürme
wie sie scharf
durchs Zitterwäldchen ziehn
und wie die Eisblumen
so leis an Tür und Fenster blühn.

Am Fluss
wenns Eis knackt so bedrohlich
unterm Schuh
dann gurgelts tiefer
dunkel fliessts dem Tale zu.

Möcht mich verflüstern
in den hohen Wind
bis in den Stoff
aus dem die Träume sind.

Du wärmst die Hände mir- die kalten
ich möcht den Winter
ach so gerne
noch behalten.

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~wallawallaw 6 days ago
es ist so schön von eisblumen zu lesen, bekommt man sie doch kaum noch zu sehen, dank zwei- und dreifachverglasung
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~FedersStrich 6 days ago   Writer
Wie recht du hast.:(
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~bejay89 Mar 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Wunderschön! :heart:
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*lombregrise Mar 3, 2013  Professional Writer
sehr schön !
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