|06-14-2007, 08:18 PM||#4 (permalink)|
Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: Twin lakes, Wisconsin
If She rights her Words
Clearly the Lioness, lies in weights,
Of First Stirrings.
Raven spreads his Mighty Wings,
Scouring Darkness Sustaining
For his own Scores
For the Sun’s Rising
Black eyes left Gazing,
His nap a Flutter
Screams for Purrs,
In the making
Dawn, Still and waiting,
Eyes steel and keenly seeking
The sky Pinking
The Giant bird ,Alights
Early light, For her delights
Feathers, Fur a Clutter, They turn slowly,
A Man She’s Mating,
A Woman’s Created, till
Full Day breaks the Magic spell
Birds flown home to nest,
Licking Paws , the Lioness,
Breaths, Flowing, Spent and moaning
© Darlyn Hendricks
|06-16-2007, 11:52 PM||#6 (permalink)|
Join Date: Dec 2006
Hello, DoAnyOfYouExist. It appears you haven't posted on our forums in several weeks. Why not take a few moments to ask a question, offer some advice, or just engage in friendly conversation with another member in any one of our forums? We miss you!
I do not consider myself a poet....I am everything therefor I can create poetry but to call myself a poet would be narrow minded. Peace IS free, free your mind, free your soul. Let your wings grow and just soar.
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