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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

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.

Stargazing Camper (improv)Touch, smell, sound, sight
I surrender all to the embrace
Soothing blanket of starlight
A lullaby sweeping the place

Peaceful island in flowery field
Where life should have been tough
A cold wind is our only shield
To me, it is protection enough

The darkness has been progressing
Its mystery suppressed by hers
The breeze murmurs his blessing
Among the rustling and chirps

Her beaming form is a spell
Others like me would resist
But I give in, she is too swell
The first lover I truly kissed

Gazing up at the lunar face
And bathing in her pale light
I fall to my dreams in grace
While she whispers "sleep tight"

Two brothersTwo brothers
Both older than Earth
Time and Death
Watched you since birth

They have been and seen
Observed your whole Life
Your first and last breath
Debated in strife

Time, a nice fellow
If he took a liking to you
He stuck for a while
Until you were due

He invites his brother
When the timing is right
To hand you over
Much to Deaths delight

Time leaves early
If you are out of luck
Instead Death visits
You're gone with one struck

Like two sides of a coin
Death can also be kind
Spare you the misery
Help free the mind

Time can be cruel
He can waste you away
Watch out, just a blink
It all turns to grey

Two Brothers
Both bound till the end

MotherWhen the fires cry out from inside the sun
She'll know that it's time to smother them out.
Wrap it up in blue silk, the day is done
Transformed in darkness, their arms all stretch out.
Grey ashes spread like dust in the creases
They crumple and tangle, swept by her breath;
The calm is so strange, her sigh releases
All life and warmth, until nothing is left.
Like a mystic, a trance, a young girl's dance
She'll climb on tiptoes as long as he grins
Upon her return--there's always that chance;
Why is he so sure he'll see her again?
When the sun comes up he will be at rest--
We'll be complete because mother knows best.

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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Smoke Alarm DeliriumTell me, young soaring bird,
Tell me what you see,
The weary wear shackled Hell,
The tired cannot flee,
Is it sunkist rays your feathers feel
Amongst the morning breeze
Or is it ravaged waves of wind;
Dark tempest chained to dawn?
Pandaemonium I see;
A smoky, darkened hope,
Blinded to atrocity,
I fall, I stay, I cope.
Oh, save me from my prison, please;
A bounty of love's core,
I'll fly with you away from here,
Guardian no more.
Let God not sing your freedom down,
Taloned soul in swansong,
One day there shall be a calm,
From that dreaded smoke alarm.

Finally, a FantasyI:     Here stands us, the warriors of light,
II:    Ready to shape the landscape with wild rose,
III:   No cloud of darkness shall shadow our souls,
IV:   Blue moon's light will guide our path,
V:    Through void and death's ex we shall fight,
VI:   Our warring triad decimating past,
VII:  We are the planet, we are the weapons,
VIII: So let us cut away and plant our own garden,
IX:   Merriment in the new melody of life,
X:    And grievance over our past sin.

RAWThis morning, I will fight and I will die. Last night, I was willing to accept defeat as my comrades accepted their deaths. But there will be not tonight. Not for me. Not in this world of turmoil and gunfire. Not when to live another day means to live another day in Hell. Death is not defeat, but liberation. So I will load my gun and push my body, out of these trenches and up on the earth, the mud, the blood. And I will shoot. I will shoot until I die. And when I die, I will smile, happy I made an ounce of difference in the light of the dawning day. Yes, this morning I will fight and I will die (a happy man).

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Strawhat Summer Sun

by ~Smaz, Jul 31, 2009, 8:12:48 AM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

From ice water's nest ascends the strawhat,
Pumping pastle-esque glitz upon dead dust,
Exhaling fresh breeze which songbirds caw at,
Thus summons the citric zest of summer.

Grass blades glimmer in war against warm wind,
Waves shampoo deep desert dunes of cool flames,
As rays of light ignite man's heart and skin
Nostalgia joy floods life's conscious veins.

Straw unbinds as depths engulf lime colour,
Nature drowns in neutralised winter's touch,
Streams of silver transform darkness' smother,
Human's bed love in pale light isn't much.

Earth decays and slumbers in icy moon,
But summer sun breathes life for next day soon.

Strawhat Summer Sunby ~Smaz

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

I haven't written a sonnet in a looong time, so I figured it was about time I wrote one. Since we're in the depth of summer, I thought it would be a good topic to focus on.

At the suggestion of Polyrhythm, I ended up going into a nearby cafe and decided to write whatever came onto my mind. I knew I wanted a sonnet, but I wasn't aware of what would come out until I observed the bright morning light seeping through the windows. Summer morning. So I applied a lot light imagery within this poem and how the summer sun breathes life into the living, around it, reanimating the 'dead'. The first stanza focuses particularly on the rise of the sun in the morning and how it is personified into a being which gives life.

It took me a while to write. It set me back three hours or so, for something so little. Every word too a while to consider, since I was also after a lot of fluid consonance/alliteration, which I think I achieved. I also had to get the Iambic Pentametre right, too, so that each line had five beats. This caused me to rephrase several lines in order to get it to that correct length, whilst still maintaining ten syllables on each line. The rhyming pattern stands as A, B, A, B... C, D, C, D... E, F, E, F... G, G.

As with all Shakespearean sonnets, the third quatrain is an antithesis of the previous two stanzas, focusing more on the fall of the sun and the light of the evening, showing how the world is smothered with 'death'.

Anyhow, I intended this to be more upbeat than anything else, so I hope you enjoy it!

~ErisNik Jul 31, 2009 Professional Digital Artist

That was quite lovely, Smazzy. ^^

Although, I gotta admit, I think iambic pentametre is the most confusing shit I've ever heard about. We kinda touched into that in english class... I think.

I can't even spell it, let alone pronounce it. xD

~Smaz Aug 1, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Thankee.

Iambic is all about the beats of a line and the emphasis on the words. It's difficult to get the iambic beat right, as well as the syllables of the line, too. Pentametre is 5 beats per line, but you can get things like Sestametre (6 beats) and other ones, too. I think it may be spelt Pentameter in American English, though (since you tend to switch the r's and e's around at the end of the words).

~ErisNik Aug 1, 2009 Professional Digital Artist

:3

... I think I sorta get it. x3 I just think it sounds pretty.
Oh, and, I think so, yeah. I was just unsure of that. xD Although I still remember mispronouncing it badly during English, which was somewhat embarrassing.

~Kassyaa Jul 31, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

Hmm, that is so beautiful
You have an excellent usage of English.
It's so good when something just pops into your head and you're able to express in in the way you know best.
Very nice

~Smaz Jul 31, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks very much, Plasma! ://D

~Kassyaa Jul 31, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

You're very welcome. : D

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