

"The Virgin's Allure"Behind a cumulus veil She bats a shy eye downward, The twinkle there foretelling forbidden fruits That lie beyond the cloudy curtain; A wry grin, a glaring grimace, Possibilities seem endless Where mystery mars the honest truth. A northwind blows and peels away the shroud To disclose yet another. The cirrus cloak is thin But conceals her nature, Revealing the reluctant radiance of the female form. Her vestal visage casts coy glances Across a thousand worlds To a thousand pairs of eyes Too far away to touch."The Virgin's Allure"


"Leo's Mane Attraction"Leo, Lord of lions, Saunters forth from his cage Letting loose a right raucous roar As he steps up to claim the center stage. His keeper responds with whipcracks To quell that regal rage. The beast remains Prideful."Leo's Mane Attraction"
Stately He stands silent, Sullen but hardly tamed. The wreath of fire before him glows Like the golden-orange tuft of his mane. He takes a practiced pounce into The hanging hoop of flame, And emerges Flawless.


"Driving the Taurus"The flash of scarlet banner seemed As grey to Taurus simple eye, And the chant the spectators screamed Was as a thunderous reply. The time to face the beast was nigh. He drew a sword in his defense, As courage lied in short supply. A moment hung in mid-suspense And raging bull took to offense."Driving the Taurus"
This stubborn man refused to die, This to himself the brave bull thought. And with a hefty heaving sigh He gave the man what he so sought, A scar to prove that he once fought As did Orion long before. He too has reaped what he has wrought.


"Battling Cancer"Curious crabling scuttles ashore By light of the fresh-risen moon, A ripe sort of fruit no gull could ignore Nor ever would find here so soon."Battling Cancer"
Old mother-gull has taught well her son To fill the gaping hunger with his jaws, While mother-crab knows battles won Inside the gap between her claws.
Diving down to claim the fresh meal The gull gives squawk as if to knell. What tasty treats would he reveal While rending open Cancers shell?
The turning of tides is a blessing As crabling is swept out to sea Leaving the avian guessing &nb


A Seasoned GuiltIn hushed tones, like the breeze of summer she spoke with me, and her fingers caressed my hand- like the ocean washing, brushing, smoothing over the sands of the beach, over thA Seasoned Guilt


Silveri watched you move across the open ocean white raging light dancing across the surface of your reflection the mist rising from the crest of the waves that caress your moonlit beauty you hung suspended over the silver of the stars bouncing from the water not a drop of moisture touching flawless skin you were naked like the light cutting through the sky the water quivered as you whispered a word it echoed back as ripples and sent a chill through my water soaked soul it was a single syllable barely recognizable above the gentle hush of the waves it hung visible in the air heavy itSilver
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felt like stopping by. Anyhow, I look forward to your future deviations.
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Cheers,
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Job 4:13-14
we met briefly in the chat room PoetryPlease. I decided to browse through you work -- and I have to say, your writing is astounding. Worth a read, really. I definitely look forward to your future pieces and upon your return.
Take it easy.
Cheers,
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