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Eyes of gold

Are beaming out

As if to burn your heart

They mesmerise

They hypnotise

You're powerless to depart

 

You cannot look away

Nor move

They hold you in their glare

You're trapped

Within a sea of gold

Captive of a golden stare

  

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Note: My original creative pictures are comprised entirely of different photos I have taken/processed/manipulated to a theme to compliment my original poetry. They are not to be copied or used in any way.

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By water’s edge, in shadows deep,

A feathered watch, a patient keep.

With suit of black and belly white,

It darts and flits in morning light.

 

A tail that wags, a call that sings,

This little bird with open wings

Launches quick on fearless flight,

A dance in air, so deft and light.

 

It skims the stream and snaps the fly,

An acrobat beneath the sky.

In quiet pools and river bends,

The Black Phoebe lives, ascends.

 

In hidden coves, it builds with care,

A mud-lined nest in cool, still air.

And through the seasons, lone and free,

It sings its soft, sharp melody.

The Power of Reading and Knights Manifesting.

 

I remember sitting on the couch with my mom.

Listening and imagining every word of her story.

It was about a young man who lived in a magical world.

The man had a special gift.

He could fight.

He was destined to live through many great adventures.

  

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We're working harder than ever but getting further behind.

 

Our efforts have intensified as we strive to achieve more.

Despite our increased dedication, we find ourselves falling further back.

We are putting in more hours and energy than before.

Our commitment to the task has strengthened, yet our progress is lagging.

The intensity of our work has risen, but our distance from the goal is increasing.

Although we exert more effort, we're still moving away from our objectives.

We've ramped up our work ethic, but we're not making the desired advancements.

 

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The Power of Reading Past, Present and Future

 

I remember sitting on the couch with my mom.

Listening and imagining every word of her story.

It was about a young man who lived in a magical world.

The man had a special gift.

He could fight.

He was destined to live through many great adventures.

  

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They left a page of images hieroglyphic visages

goddess's of perimeters saturnine-unlimited

Telling warns and Worn old tellings

noble savage storms foretelling

From all corners comes the law from above and through the door

Deity is Night and Night is Day today

twilight of the Gnomes emerging from hades

Aesops new wine of old bottles and battle scarred phases

lay lying in the cave waiting to lift his steady gazes

buried byres between nothing and slight

In the dark our successors bite

   

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