Can such a force cease fire,
When all is lost for help?
Forces to cease at all,
Where all the lost to dwell?
Firm water wells sought out,
With those above to quench.
All real and distorted,
They cast down the buckets.
What lies beneath are lies,
With no water pulled up.
Only a truth to see,
Masking the dirt below.
What such forces to cease,
Can they unstoppable?

Esther
You"re on my mind
every second,
every minute,
every hour, of every day.

The way you look,
The way you smile,
The way you touch,
The words you say;

Simply takes my breath away

Waves of mystic wind born this moment
the first cut into hallowed ground
I search relics of the ****** battle of Cool Spring
yelps of Soldiers, first blurred
then sharpening into individual clarity
rein down like passing bullets upon my ears
shadows run along the hill that drops off to the creek
as tree limbs orchestrate
thunderous hooves dart past and through me
leaves lift and swirl like tiny tornadoes
I click off the machine and remove the shovel
from the gaping wound
silence falls and in this empty wood
my thoughts of sorrow are heard
upon the wound a button lay
pristeen as the day it fell
some hundred fifty years ago
a shadow dips below the hill
I take the button
and leave a tear
for the souls of Cool Spring

Twisting & Twirling
Swirling around
Dancing in style
Spirits Free
Emotions in color
Moon is full
Thy spirits are out
Caroling & Cruising
Looking for you
Twisting & Twirling
© Jennifer L DeLong 11/4/2017

ghostrangel

bawling eyes out
are not merely tears,
but her fights,freedom and fears
caught up in heeding evil abuse,
shove from  righteous
to astray of doubt ,
ripping her soul out
that abject brutality,
her colours seems to bleed
streaming down seeking security,
Made of entire silence
without single  beat
the symphony of women
in fire
we believe ,
Ignites
colours of her  craving soul,
And
when her smile crumbles
that ruthless realm unable to cope
and then realm ,swallow  the sun
made her  bones to bleed
in external woes ,
that deep rooted tress blooms,
in bustle of life
when the spirits of fires ,illuminates her  soul
That shrine,as bright light reborn

©harpreetk1002