LIFE IN YOUR HAND

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A bit of fluttering

tickles your fingers.

Antennas search for sound

as wings take flight.

It leaves too soon

on the puff of a breeze.

For one precious moment,

you held life in your hand.

DARK SHADOWS

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They rise from calm waters

and land on our shore.

Dark shadows on the soft breeze.

Leaving dead bodies on the sand.

Disappearing with the morning light.

Until the night falls once more.

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A DREAM

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Water in waves of blue and green.

Nothing can be so clear and clean.

Sunshine beating down on my head.

I have made the soft sand my bed.

Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.

I can feel the breeze in my hair.

A place like this must exist.

A dream like this I can’t resist.

PARADISE

There’s paradise in Oasis, Florida.
Sun-drenched beaches by day,
Moonlight beaches by night,
A paradise to be shared by all.
Come and enjoy the sleepy nights.
The cooling sea breezes that
Bring mysterious shadows.
Dark shadows that walk
The deserted streets of the town.
All is quiet.
All is dark.
Except for the footsteps.
“Who goes there?”
We ask behind our closed shutters.
No one answers.
Only footsteps.
Who will be alive come morning?

THE DEAD GAME

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BE THERE

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The colors.

The force.

The salty air.

The warm breeze.

I can feel it.

I can smell it.

Be there with it.

AUTUMN IN THE AIR

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Whipping through the air

In colors of orange and green.

Falling by your feet,

A playground for a child.

The child in you.

MY BEAUTIFUL TOWN

MY BEAUTIFUL TOWN

Oh beautiful town of mine,
With beaches and white sand so fine.
Views to take your breath away,
For this tourists want to pay.

Oasis, a perfect name for you,
Waving palm trees and skies so blue. 
But come night bets are off,
Once The Dead chop heads off.

I don’t want to move from here,
But I can’t live with this fear.
Please help rid the town of The Dead,
Then I could sleep safe in my bed.

THE DEAD GAME

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TAKE A SEAT

TAKE A SEAT

Take a seat under the tree,
Where you can feel proud and free.
Crafty and free as the mighty red fox,
Who refuses to live in a box.

Freedom should never be taken lightly.
It must be revered and taken sprightly.
The fox is anxious and waiting for your choice.
Do you want to live in a box with no voice?

Come sit beside the fox in the shade.
Flowers grow here and not one a spade.
The smell so sweet and fragrant.
All friends and not one vagrant.

Close your eyes and feel the breeze.
Your writing will come with ease.
The words will flow from your pen.
Stories for women and men.

Take a nap in the meadow.
Life can be sweet and mellow.
You’ll wake up with a smile.
Eager to walk a mile.

Find your perfect spot to be.
Let your imagination free.
A place that makes you feel just right.
Your senses will know what to write.

PINK

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Pink as far as the eye can see.

A place as perfect as can be.

A warm summer wind shakes the trees.

More pink petals on the soft breeze.

PICTURE PERFECT

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A morning breeze

to rustle the leaves.

A ray of light

to spotlight the canvas.

A sound of life

awakening slowly.

A small chirp

becomes a melody.

A perfect picture

to begin my day.

RISING

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Rising from down under.

Below our calm waters.

Beneath our heavenly paradise.

They come to our shores.

To join with the ones in Oasis.

Dark shadows on the soft breeze.

Leaving dead bodies on the sand.

Disappearing with the morning light.

Until night falls once more.

THE DEAD GAME

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WAVES OF BLUE AND GREEN

Water in waves of blue and green.

Nothing can be so clear and clean.

Sunshine beating down on my head.

I have made the soft sand my bed.

Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.

I can feel the breeze in my hair.

A place like this must exist.

A dream like this I can’t resist.

MY PERFECT FANTASY

I walk through the soft sand.
Dip my toes into the ocean.
The cold water soothes me.
The sun hits my face.
The salty breeze ruffles my hair.
A perfect paradise.
Until I feel the pressure.
A hand tugs my leg.
It’s time to leave my perfect fantasy.
Life has a way of interfering.
A demon rises from the ocean.
Clothing drips from its fingers.
I know what it is.
It’s the demon of laundry.
An ever-present and growing demon.
Will a stack of dishes be next?
Goodbye demons.
I’m going back to my fantasy.
I see dolphins swimming by the shore.
See you later.

SWEPT AWAY

SWEPT AWAY

Lights twinkle on the horizon.
A horizon tinted pink by the night.
I walk past the mosaic trimmed pool.
A warm wind follows me.
I’m being swept away.
By the view.
By the lights.
By the beauty.
A contented sigh drifts on the wind.

THE LURE OF NATURE

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THE LURE OF NATURE

The sounds.
Crash.
Swoosh.
Bang.
The smells.
Salty.
Fresh.
Fish.
The sights.
Blues.
Sun.
Birds.
The feeling.
Ocean breeze.
Wet.
Cold.
Nothing is like it.
Nothing can ever replace it.

OUR OWN PARADISE

Our own paradise.
Our own slice of heaven.
Blue ocean.
Warm sun.
Soft sand.
Sea breeze.
Lapping waves.
So beautiful.
So perfect.