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THE WOMAN BY THE SEAAs the day grows old with clouds of pink
there’s a woman standing by the sea
with a fading sun that seems to wink.

She is looking down without a blink
to contemplate what may not be
as the day grows old with clouds of pink.

Her desires never seem to sink
as she’s whispering a silent plea
with a fading sun that seems to wink.

It is by the sea she likes to think
for it is here her soul roams free
as the day grows old with clouds of pink.

The sand beneath her feet like mink
her dreams are one big mystery
with a fading sun that seems to wink.

A cool ocean mist her skin will drink
this eloquent woman by the sea.
As the day grows o

ONE DAY IN DECEMBEROne day in December, everything changed,
and no one will ever be the same again.
It was a day that made a president cry,
leaving the whole of a nation in mourning.

One day in December, the shots rang out,
and with them the specter of death would follow;
within the walls of a New England school,
twenty small children lay dead on the floor.

One day in December, the parents came.
Some found their children and others did not.
So many Christmas trees laden with gifts,
for angels that cannot open them now.

One day in December, answers were sought,
and so far there’s only one man to blame;
by his own hand he is silenced forever,
but his cri

WINTER MOONJanuary moon, glowing bright,
it lights the way on misty nights;
a serenading by the loon
while holding sway the winter moon.

We hear the hooting of the owl,
and raccoons sneaking, on the prowl;
the trees, their bark sticks out like runes,
while holding sway the winter moon.

The fireflies, they dance about,
hyenas cackle as they shout;
a breath of night makes flowers swoon,
while holding sway the winter moon.

Always, the night must yield the way,
and sink upon the light of day;
the night will come again real soon,
while holding sway the winter moon...

DAVID ROGERS

JANUARY BLOOMSWhat will, in January, bloom?
What, in the winter, thrives and grows?
The loons cry out their tuneful woes,
and winds, they sweep around like brooms.

The skies, sometimes, are filled with gloom,
while stalks lie withered in their rows.
What will, in January, bloom?
What, in the winter, thrives and grows?

I lay my head upon your womb,
my love for you, it starts to flow;
it’s this that blooms, as we both know,
and maketh me your winter groom.
What will, in January, bloom?
What, in the winter, thrives and grows?

DAVID ROGERS

BE GENTLE LOVEBe gentle love and let me die,
close the casket and don't ask why;
do not despair for goodness sake!
I'm not worth all this fuss you make,
if you love me, turn a blind eye.

I cannot reason, do not try,
wait until I'm gone to cry;
take comfort that my heart, it aches.
Be gentle love.

Just let my soul drift bye the bye,
be honest love, you need not lie;
it's OK to tell them I'm a fake,
deprived of you my spirit breaks.
No wine, no song, no doves to fly,
be gentle love...

© 2011 Castor Pollux

THE WHISPERING SILENCEIn the whispering silence I dream of you,
where night and day, they meet as one;
and if you choose to meet me there,
you only have to whisper...

This softening breeze, so sweet to smell,
and in this silence, I find comfort;
to find such peace within yourself,
you only have to whisper...

My heart belongs to you, and always will,
happiness has found me after all this time;
if you feel that you need me,
you only have to whisper...

Believe it or not, I can feel your pain,
and with every breath I feel there's doubt;
but here is truth within my love,
you only have to whisper...

Every day I love you more, I cannot help it,
each morn

SHE COMES TO GRIEVEShe comes to grieve, this heart that aches
in amber light as daylight breaks
with water calm, and wind so still
her skin reflecting morning's chill…

Her lover lost, claimed by the sea
warm tears wash her infirmities
she prays that fortune bend its will
her skin reflecting mornings chill…

He promised her he would return
by all the fires that passion burns
but passing time brings omens ill
her skin reflecting morning's chill…

And so she comes here every day
her hopes, each time, they pass away
of pain and loss she's had her fill
her skin reflecting morning's chill…

She comes to grieve, this heart that aches

WHERE EVIL ABIDESIn the dark of night where the phantom dwells,
with his ghastly laugh and his rotten smell;
your blood he cannot wait to spill,
quiet now, you must be still...

Time to run, your life's at stake,
if you don't, your soul he'll take;
there, take shelter by that tree,
the night is dark, and hard to see...

You hear a rustling in the wind,
this maddening terror has no end;
now he has you by the neck,
you soul, he will not leave a speck...

As you look into his vacant eyes,
he reveals to you his deadly guise;
in the depths of hell you cannot hide,
tortured soul where evil abides...

David Rogers

TrappedI feel trapped like a bug in amber,
Trapped like a bird in a cage.
I never wanted to be here,
So turned around at my age.

I thought I'd be somewhere lovely
Where the sun shines and the rain pours.
Not here in the middle of nothing and nowhere,
Here I can't feel anymore.

I feel so lost in the woods,
So lost to myself.
I never wanted any of this.
Like a child, my world's on a high shelf.

I thought I would be there with it.
In it things would happen; would exist.
Not like this with no-one and no way.
My world like smoke in a fist.

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MEMENTO MORIby =DragonsChest

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Visual & Found Poetry

This is a collaborative effort between myself and the wonderfully talented Paul

I would like to thank Paul for allowing me to put poetry to his original work titled 'Memento Mori.' I hope he likes this and considers it worthy of being along side his work.

This poem, of the same title, is written in the French form called a Rondeau. It is a form that relies on two rhymes and a refrain. I will be holding my structured poetry shindig in January, and if you are interested I will be covering this form alongside many others.

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*SeventhFairy Feb 11, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

wow,excellent work and poetry ,love it lot.

=DragonsChest Feb 11, 2013 Professional Writer

Thank you so much...

*SeventhFairy Feb 13, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

My pleasure dear

*sesam-is-open Nov 19, 2012

Excellent collaboration!

Congratulations to both of you!

=DragonsChest Nov 19, 2012 Professional Writer

Thank you bunches dear friend...

*sesam-is-open Nov 19, 2012

Always a pleasure, my dear David.

~demonrobber Nov 18, 2012

An excellent piece. Love is the antidote to pain. Whatever setbacks we suffer love can give us courage and strength. The loss is painful and sad but the memories will linger on and warm our soul and help us to experience eternal peace.

=DragonsChest Nov 18, 2012 Professional Writer

Thanks so much for your input...

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