Nature

Flames of Passion

In the depths of winter’s chill,
Nature lies in icy still,
But beneath the frozen ground,
New life is waiting to be found.

Like the love that sleeps and dreams,
In the hearts of those it seems,
To lay dormant and unseen,
Yet ready for a time serene.

As the sun begins to warm,
Nature’s death becomes a storm,
Of melting ice and rising sap,
A rebirth from its winter nap.

So too does love’s flame ignite,
Aspirations take to flight,
Passions burst forth like the bloom,
In spring’s bright and vibrant room.

Just as nature’s cycles turn,
Love’s lessons we must learn,
That death and birth are but a phase,
In life’s eternal, winding maze.

And so we journey on and on,
Through the seasons, dusk to dawn,
With love as our guide and light,
Aspirations burning bright.

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What Once Was

Poem request by London: She gave the first line.

What happened to the good times?
The sun once shone so bright,
Its golden rays a gentle rhyme
That chased away the night.

The flowers bloomed in brilliant hues,
Their petals soft and kind,
And every breeze that gently blew
Brought fragrant peace of mind.

The world was full of wondrous things,
Like birds that sang with glee,
And laughter, like a pair of wings,
Set our hearts and sprites free.

But now it seems the world has
changed,
The sun obscured by clouds,
The flowers wilted and deranged,
Their beauty lost in shrouds.

The birds no longer sing their songs,
Their melodies now hushed,
And laughter, once a source of
throngs,
Has turned to tears, so crushed.

Yet even in this darkest hour,
A glimmer still remains,
A memory of what once was dour,
And hope that it sustains.

For though the world may seem to
fade,
Its beauty still endures,
and light of love, we'll wade
Through times that feel unsure.
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Mystical Realm

Oh, towering trees, so proud and high,
In this misty land they touch the sky,
No light can penetrate this cloak of
fog,
But within its shroud lies a hidden
clog.

For here dwell creatures both fierce and wild,
Whose feral nature is simply beguiled,
By the scent of those who dare to
tread,
In the domain where the shadows are 
fed.

Their eyes glow bright like diamonds
in the night,
Their claws sharp as daggers, their
fangs a fright,
They move with grace that's both
fluid and sly,
Like phantoms that vanish in the blink
of an eye

Their forms are shrouded, obscured
by the haze,
Like the shadows that dance in a mystical
maze,
And the scent of those who dare to 
enter,
is like a siren's call that they cannot
venture.

Yet, in this eerie world of mis and
shade,
Natures beauty is not so easily
betrayed,
For even the creatures of the night,
Are part of the balance that make it
right

So let us marvel at this wondrous
place,
Embrace the mystery with a fearless
face,
For in the foggy realm where danger
roams,
Nature reigns supreme in all 
splendor and home.

 

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Sting of the Σκορπιός

Oh, how the Scorpio is often
misunderstood,
Seen as a creature of the night, cold and
crude.
Their strength and passion, often
feared and denied,
Labeled as a venomous, dangerous
tide.

Like a phoenix, they rise from the 
ashes.
With an unbreakable sprit, that never
crashes.
A Scorpio is like a force of nature,
With a power that cannot be
measured.

But these labels, like shackles, bind them
tight,
Hiding the depths of their soul from
sight.
It's time to break these chains,
let them free, To be seen as whole, not just a sign
to be.

They are like the waves, strong and
fierce,
Crashing against the shore, with a power
that pierces.
Their emotions run deep, like the 
ocean floor,
But their heart beats with passion
worth exploring more.

So let us not judge them, by hearsay
alone,
for they are a mystery, with a tales yet 
to be shown.
Like a book, with many pages yet to
be read,
Let us give them a chance, to be seen
beyond the said.
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The Great Being’s Astrological Art

Created: 4/16/2023

In the beginning, when time began,
A great being, with a master plan,
Crafted the stars and named them all,
And from their movements, the signs did fall.

The Ram was first, in springtime born,
With fiery spirit and horns adorn,
And Taurus followed, steadfast and strong,
In fields of green, where it belongs.

The Twins arrived in early June,
With minds quick and tongues attuned,
And Cancer, with its gentle touch,
Brings summer’s warmth, which means so much.

Leo, the lion, roars with pride,
As summer reaches its highest tide,
And Virgo, with its sharp mind keen,
Prepares for autumn’s changing scene.

The Scales of Libra, in balance, weigh,
The equinox, on the autumn day,
And Scorpio, with its stinging tail,
Brings passion and intensity without fail.

Sagittarius, the archer, aims true,
As winter’s chill creeps into view,
And Capricorn, with a steadfast climb,
Ascends to the mountain top sublime.

Aquarius, the water-bearer, pours,
Its wisdom on humanity’s shores,
And Pisces, with its fishy sign,
Ends winter’s grip with a watery line.

All these signs, with their own story,
Foretell the future and give us glory,
Thanks to the great being’s masterful art,
We chart the stars and keep them in our hearts.

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Air Sign Symphony

Created: April 10, 2023, 14:00 pm

 

In the center of the painting, two figures stand,
A harmony in balance, one light and one dark.
Gemini and Libra, the air and the hand.

The twins, with minds like quicksilver and sand,
Bring balance to the scales, a delicate art.
In the center of the painting, two figures stand.

The balance of justice, the swing of the pend,
Fulfills the harmony of the world, and its heart.
Gemini and Libra, the air and the hand.

The scales that measure what’s fair and what’s bland,
Are guided by the stars, a cosmic chart.
In the center of the painting, two figures stand.

Gemini, the quick wit, and Libra, the stand,
Are like yin and yang, forever a part.
Gemini and Libra, the air and the hand.

A cosmic dance, forever unplanned,
But harmony will reign, from start to depart.
In the center of the painting, two figures stand,
Gemini and Libra, the air and the hand.

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Celestial Dance

Created: April 10, 2023, 9:33 am

 

The water and the scorpion intertwine,
A mystical dance in the depths of the sea,
One's poison and one's emotion divine.

One with the waves, the other with the spine,
Together they thrive in the mystery,
The water and the scorpion intertwine.

Pisces, the dreamer, sees the stars align,
Scorpion, the warrior, fights fiercely and free,
One's poison and one's emotion divine.

The scorpion guards while Pisces designs,
Their bond unbreakable, a bond that will be,
The water and the scorpion intertwine.

A balance of light and darkness they find,
Their strength and depth a sight to behold and see,
One's poison and one's emotion divine.

In the depths of the ocean, their souls combine,
a cosmic connection, their destiny,
The water and the scorpion intertwine,
One's poison and one's emotion divine.
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Echoes of Loss in a Bleak World

Something he made in middle school

Created: November 19, 2017

In the depths of my heart, I feel
The weight of fate’s unyielding steel,
For life, in all its irony,
Offers no respite for the wearily.

Amidst the shadows of my strife,
I seek a glimmer of hope in life,
But hope, a fickle and distant star,
Seems forever beyond my reach, so far.

The world around me, once so bright,
Has lost its way in endless night,
Nature’s beauty now a memory,
Fading fast in man’s misery.

The wind, once a joyful tune,
Now whispers of grief and ruin,
A melancholy hymn to the sky,
As irony reigns and hope runs dry.

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A Glimpse into the Realm of Enchantment

Created: December 18, 2022

The world beyond our mortal sight,
A place where magic comes to light.
Where trees do talk and rocks do sing,
And all is touched by faerie’s wing.

A land of wonder, where dragons fly,
And unicorns roam ‘neath starry sky.
Where elves dance in enchanted glades,
And mermaids sing in ocean shades.

A place where ancient mysteries lie,
And secrets hide ‘neath moonlit sky.
A land of power, of untold might,
Where the very air is filled with light.

A world where nature reigns supreme,
And all is part of a greater scheme.
Where every leaf and every stone,
Is woven into a tapestry, unknown.

And so we stand in awe and wonder,
At the world of magic, that lies yonder.
For in this land of fantasy,
We find a glimpse of eternity.

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