Tuesday, May 30, 2023

TO THE LIMIT


road

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Take the night to the limit,

The road to its end,

The sun to its setting.

Leave no stone unturned,

No drama incomplete,

No sentence unwritten.

Take the road to the limit,

To a future yet to happen,

To times better spent.

Raise a glass to adventure,

A smile to the road taken,

Leaving no road untaken.

Sunday, May 21, 2023

A FORCE WE CANNOT BEND


Icy waves ravage the shore

before returning for more.

Soaring birds ride the mighty towers,

refusing to yield to their powers.

Dolphins coast in the swells,

ignoring the death bells.

Tides hit the rocks

with frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand

with sharp claws in hand.

Momentum without end;

A force we cannot bend.

Thursday, May 18, 2023

THE PERFECT TIME FOR A PARTY

 


It’s a magical night for a party.

Beautiful couples dance

between the glass statues.

Fancy gowns drape the perfect bodies.

The glasshouse shimmers in the moonlight.

The party is perfect.

A little too perfect.

THE DEAD GAME

THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

 


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The sky dips into its bag of tricks

to bring forth a full moon,

as its crimson reflection

mars the ocean’s smooth surface.

From the water’s murky depths,

dark creatures rise this night.

Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,

leaving bloody footprints in the sand,

painting our town crimson,

beneath the blood-red moon.

THE DEAD GAME 

A SHADOW IN THE WIND

 


The castle sits in the woods.

Memories fill its walls.

Echoes of laughter

vibrate the still air.

Whisps of smoke float 

between the trees.

A transparent shadow

settles beside me,

with a tap on my shoulder,

a sigh in my ear.

With a wistful smileI say,

Goodbye, my love.

We’ll be together again soon.

Wednesday, May 17, 2023

PARADISE LOST AND FOUND

 


A more beautiful place cannot be,

It faces the waves of the dark sea.

White sand and quiet beaches galore,

You can’t ask for anything more.

Life is perfect as can be.

Come and frolic with me.

Tourists visit from far and wide.

Oasis is Florida’s pride.

Beware when The Dead descend.

We can no longer pretend

This is a perfect place to be

As The Dead rise up from the sea.

Darkness brings flying creatures and death.

Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME

by Susanne Leist

DEAD BY THE SEA

 


THE DEAD BY THE SEA

Come with me to the pool by the sea.
Oasis is the best place to be.
Relax by the pool or sit by the bar.
Tourists visit this place from near and far.

The sky turns cloudy and dark.
I see shadows by the park.
What’s that standing behind you?
It’s not one shadow but two.

Shadows come ashore.
I won’t wait for more.
Our destiny seems to be in this book.
I’m leaving now without a second look.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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Thursday, May 11, 2023

WELCOME THE NIGHT


Welcome the night

And its good friend, the moon.

Do not take flight

From the man in the moon.


Let the moon take over

From the sun’s bright reign,

As the sun takes cover

Without feeling pain.



A thick blanket will fall,

Giving security.

Darkness will cover all,

With its fine purity.


For the sun, we need not pine.

Don’t waste time mourning.

After the stars twinkle and shine,

The sun rises each morning.

Monday, May 8, 2023

TOUCH THE RAINBOW

Red Path

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I take the winding path shaded in red,

instead of hiding in my comfy bed.

The road widens and narrows its scope

as it weaves away from any hope.

Blood red threatens the night sky

as laughter follows me high.

Rivers of crimson red coat my aching feet

as I walk the road of shame and defeat.

“Is it too late to take the high road?

I ask if I may be so bold.

I run toward the rainbow in my mind

in the colors and hues I hope to find.

Sunday, May 7, 2023

RED IS THE COLOR


Red is my lost soul,

yearning to be whole.

Red is your luscious lips,

where I yearn for sips.

Red is the sun’s last ray

as it sets for the day.

Red is the color of the sky

when I finally say goodbye.

Red is my return to hell

before the final bell.

Wednesday, May 3, 2023

NATURE’S PERFECT MIRROR


I accepted the challenge on Linkedin to write a new version of A Perfect Summer Day that rhymes; now, it’s a love poem.

Broad brushstrokes of blue and gray
Meet to greet the perfect day.
The meandering swipes of teal
Mirror how you make me feel.
The foaming white swells drift apart,
As your kiss lingers in my heart.
My fingers reach for the brush,
But I tell my mind to hush.
No painting needed today
To capture the perfect day.
Nature speaks of the time
When you were only mine.

Who Goes There?


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Into the woods, I flee,

yearning to be set free.

I don’t know which way to go.

I turn around, to and fro.

A light shines between the trees.

I peek between the thick leaves.

No one is along the path.

I can do the simple math.

It’s them against me.

I’ll never be free.

COLOR MY WORLD


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Color my world in shades of pink,

so long as I don’t have to think.

Brush more color in strokes of blue,

so I don’t have to think of you.

Add a mist of dark green

until I’m ready to scream.

Throw more colors at me,

but I know what I’ll see.

The world fades to black

until you come back.

PIECES OF YOU

Pieces

Portrait Sculpture Photography by Brno Del Zou

Your eyes, ears, nose,

and mouth don’t match.

They need a purpose;

they need a soul.

A PERFECT SUMMER DAY


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Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brushstrokes of blue and gray

outline the puffy clouds.

Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine

meet the neverending horizon.

Swells of purest white

rise from the blue depths.

As my fingers reach for the canvas,

my gaze travels to the brushes,

and I shake my head.

No painting is needed

to capture the perfect day.

I stare around me

at nature’s perfect handiwork.