MLP~Mystic Lake Poetry

[Du Lac]

Revisions.....

The Watchman


He sits and waits.
as cravings crawl from his mind.
They ride the lost winds
hovering within her reach.

Her maturity faulters on the edge
poised between earth and sky.
A young soul housed within
the azure blue skies of middle age.

A strength from within, burns under her skin
feminine eyes blink back tears of the past
their path frozen upon dusty red rocks
cleansing the youthful life filled terra.

He calls for her to follow
hand held out for her approach
pushing her forward into gusting joys
an addiction to share one's mirth.

Elks whistle, grouse dance
echoing canyons filled with silent solace
wide open spaces of healing red
willingly she stands before the watchman.

Protective love wrapped in burly arms
a seduction to change
luring her into a new world
filled with pink folds of clay upon the horizon

 

[quietpoet]

Awe inspiring write!

This is beautiful Du... There is always so much that is on the fingertips... if only we were tree frogs!

Blue wanted me to post this article on the big event of 1927

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Mississippi_Flood

qp

The Watchman


He sits and waits.
as cravings crawl from his mind.
They ride the lost winds
hovering within her reach.

Her maturity faulters on the edge
poised between earth and sky.
A young soul housed within
the azure blue skies of middle age.

A strength from within, burns under her skin
feminine eyes blink back tears of the past
their path frozen upon dusty red rocks
cleansing the youthful life filled terra.

He calls for her to follow
hand held out for her approach
pushing her forward into gusting joys
an addiction to share one's mirth.

Elks whistle, grouse dance
echoing canyons filled with silent solace
wide open spaces of healing red
willingly she stands before the watchman.

Protective love wrapped in burly arms
a seduction to change
luring her into a new world
filled with pink folds of clay upon the horizon

 

[Du Lac]

Revision Again

The Watchman


He sits and waits,
the cravings crawl from his mind.
They ride the lost winds that
mercifully hover before his Gatekeeper.

Her maturity faulters on the edge
poised between earth and sky.
A young soul housed within
an azure blue of middle age.

A strength from within, burns under her skin
feminine eyes blink back tears of the past
their path frozen upon dusty red rocks,
fracturing a youth filled terra.

Elks whistle, grouse dance. . .
echoing through canyons filled with silent solace.
Illuminated betwixt open spaces of healing red,
undaunted, she stands before the Watchman.

He beckons for her to follow,
hand held out for her approach,
pushing her into a joyful torrent.
His is an addiction to share one's mirth.

Protective love wrapped in burly arms.
Luring her into the new world,
the seduction of change.
Filled with pink folds of clay upon the horizon.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

The Watchman


He sits and waits,
the cravings crawl from his mind.
They ride the lost winds that
mercifully hover before his Gatekeeper.

Her maturity faulters on the edge
poised between earth and sky.
A young soul housed within
an azure blue of middle age.

A strength from within, burns under her skin
feminine eyes blink back tears of the past
their path frozen upon dusty red rocks,
fracturing a youth filled terra.

Elks whistle, grouse dance. . .
echoing through canyons filled with silent solace.
Illuminated betwixt open spaces of healing red,
undaunted, she stands before the Watchman.

He beckons for her to follow,
hand held out for her approach,
pushing her into a joyful torrent.
His is an addiction to share one's mirth.

Protective love wrapped in burly arms.
Luring her into the new world,
the seduction of change.
Filled with pink folds of clay upon the horizon.

tie natures beauty to the passion to two is shear poetry
spice it with the words of Du and you get...
great poetry <smile> very good poem Du~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

red clay calls
with wind gusting cliffs
great spirit a drift
on feather clouds floating
above the eagle
finger brushing mountain tops
shedding tears
washing away
the decay
of red clay cliffs

 

[champagne1982]

found another place.

 

[Du Lac]

Shekinah Rising

In the Works....

Shekinah Rising

Lost within the umbra of
red spires jetting into the indigio sky,
her soul obscure amongst the hoodoos.

Frozen in time, no present nor past,
an ecliptical spiral
Shekinah waits for the awakening.

She slumbers amongst the sentries,
as her moans ride the night winds.
A message to those who have ears
to pull back the veil of mystery.

I stand within the hoodoos embrace,
merged with frost wedged spirits,
my prenumbral soul
riven by the fangs of serpentine dreams.

Shekinah calls.

 

[Du Lac]

playing around

Shekinah Rising

Lost within the umbra of
red spires jetting into the indigio sky,
her soul obscured amongst the hoodoos.

Frozen in time, no present nor past,
an ecliptical spiral
Shekinah waits for the awakening.

She slumbers amongst the sentries,
as her moans ride the night winds.
A message to those who have ears
to pull back the veil of mystery.

I stand within the hoodoos embrace,
merged with frost wedged spirits,
my prenumbral soul
riven by the fangs of serpentine dreams.

Shekinah rising.​

 

[SavgeWolf]

Mystic Winds...

...In flux
voluptuous dreams underneath mellow drops of rain
boredom between these sterling moments
luxurious sweetness of sad emotions
zen...a mind swept clean of thought
gray of ashes are feeble in comparison
shoked silence the texture of a coffin blanket
through the mind of time into eternity
skeletal frame bearing the weight of history
lunatics are made by asylums on nights of divine quiet epiphanies
hushed...beaten tone of voice...numbing desolation
dark quality in eternal restlessness
feral embraces exalting life
voluptuous dreams underneath mellow drops of rain
...In flux

 

[bluerains]

follow me...

zombies like sheep grip
dementia rising as
maxim’s invent proof

 

[RhymeFairy]

Snow Angel

folded blanket, whippled out
stars above, staring down
twinkling humor, awakens his eyes
viewing what's before him,
unbelievable.

his dainty lady love dancing barefoot
upon tha cold hard ground. blonde hair
afloat in tha cool night air.

pefectionate beauty is she. his heart just
stops. glued orbs dilate, round as an owls
when her tongue darts out, catching crystal
white snow.

her lips cherry red, her beautiful green
cat eyes closed ... still dancing, swaying
to some inner music only she can hear.
totally unaware of his awakened state.

he watches, dreams. his angel. his perfect
snow angel dancing with her pink tongue out.
he can feel tha snow actually melt. taste
the tasteless heat, as it consumes her ... him.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Shekinah Rising

Lost within the umbra of
red spires jetting into the indigio sky,
her soul obscured amongst the hoodoos.

Frozen in time, no present nor past,
an ecliptical spiral
Shekinah waits for the awakening.

She slumbers amongst the sentries,
as her moans ride the night winds.
A message to those who have ears
to pull back the veil of mystery.

I stand within the hoodoos embrace,
merged with frost wedged spirits,
my prenumbral soul
riven by the fangs of serpentine dreams.

Shekinah rising.​

the mystic master prevails another masterpiece of mystic literature.

nice write Du....<grin>

happy turkey day turkey <grin>

 

[champagne1982]

found another place

 

[My Erotic Tale]

it lays in the Du
the mystical waters of life
pooling together
to stream
racing for another level
to gather
only to be enlightened
and rise
with the sun's brightness
a mystic swirl
of vapors ascend
only to return
as the Du~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

swallowed up in the western mountain range
wrapped in love like a present with a bow
hear the call of the wild or was that her
all for the touch of the morning Du

 

[Jennifer C]

An emotional raindrop sleeps passively
sneezing with reddened impulse
and screaming gently in relief.
while winter cavorts
with the stars.
when age ascends in symphonic splendour.
A chilly breeze now reigns in sparkling tinges
and the night revolves in silence.

 

[champagne1982]

to end the zodiac year...
found another place

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Shekinah Rising

Lost within the umbra of
red spires jetting into the indigio sky,
her soul obscured amongst the hoodoos.

Frozen in time, no present nor past,
an ecliptical spiral
Shekinah waits for the awakening.

She slumbers amongst the sentries,
as her moans ride the night winds.
A message to those who have ears
to pull back the veil of mystery.

I stand within the hoodoos embrace,
merged with frost wedged spirits,
my prenumbral soul
riven by the fangs of serpentine dreams.

Shekinah rising.​

well now that's a "honey" of an AV~

<WINK> (~_*)

 

[My Erotic Tale]

I believe that the Du IS FROZEN>grinin>
to stiff to type?

Perhaps in april when the thaw comes
happy hybernation Du

 

[Du Lac]

No frozen Du here.. lol.. just one who got a new job and has tons to learn about working with these troubled teens!!!! I love it... a dream job! Will be back soon.. Miss you all
blessings
Du~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

No frozen Du here.. lol.. just one who got a new job and has tons to learn about working with these troubled teens!!!! I love it... a dream job! Will be back soon.. Miss you all
blessings
Du~

okay Du

becareful on those mountain roads and congrats on the great career <employment> I find working with youth humbles us and gives us a chance to share what they will one day need to face challenges in every angle, troubled teens are special for they are broken hearted folk that only need a small mending and compassion and kind words with a firm grasp on their needs and problems. Energy direction with thought process in the right way heels a lot of hearts,,,,great work Du...proud of ya.

bows humble

 

[cward2]

The Spirit of Time

It watches us
from its tower
deep inside the mind
gently observing
the glass feather
blowing in the icy wind

playing an endless
game of chess with
space, shifting the
spaces between
dimensions and
life itself with a single
checkmate

 

[Jennifer C]

The rumbling feather yearns raptly
drifting with flamed power
and floating gently in rapture.
Whilst winter cries
to the stars,
whilst night breathes in silence.
The wind cries in crimson patches ,
stars twinkle through the darkness
as quietness overcomes me.


Merry Christmas Du huni

 

[Du Lac]

Thank you JC...

May this season bring all the freedom from the bondage of limited thinking
Abundance of unconditional love
and peace of mind.

blessings
du~

 

[Du Lac]

Merry Christmas

Happy Holidays all...
Sorry I have been distant a combo of work and computer not wanting to get on line. I wish all a blessed holiday and miss you all so much!
blessings
Du