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If I ever disappear,
Don't go looking,
I will be long gone,
Far away with the winds.

But if you wish to hear me,
Lend an ear to the early breezes,
You will hear me voice,
Calling out, softly singing.
Long away with the winged birds.
It's a good place,
The place we are.
Even in the cold weather,
I know I have your warmth to hold me over.
Because after all the freezing winds,
Comes the happy days of spring,
And this spring, I'll be happy with you.
So won't you get your converse on,
To come flower picking with me.
We can skip down flower fields,
Picking plenty of rosy red poppies.
Love grows with the seasons
I AM A 
NATURAL DISASTER,
I will RIP THROUGH 
YOU like a 
HURRICANE,
I will DESTROY YOU like a 
TORNADO,
I WILL WIPE YOU OUT like a 
 TSUNAMI,
I will ERUPT STRONG like a
 VOLCANO,
I will SWIRL YOU like a 
CYCLONE,
I will DROWN YOU like the
DEEP SEAS!!,
BURN THROUGH YOU like 
FIRE,
VERY FAST and 
WITH EASE,
I AM A 
STRONG and POWERFUL 
 WIND,
Blowing down 
REALLY TALL TREES,
I AM A ROCK, and
I WILL CRUSH you,
SO, WATCH OUT 
IF YOU SO PLEASE!!!!!
I will 
FREEZE and
 FROSTBITE YOU,
With my 
FROSTY FREEZING COLD,
I will give 
you the 
GIFT OF SUNBURN,
My
 POWERFUL SUNRAYS
 are JUST SO BOLD,
I will
 SHOWER DOWN 
HEAVY RAINS,
from 
DARK GRAY CLOUDS 
FROM THE 
DARK AND GLOOMY SKIES,
I WILL EARTHQUAKE, 
RATTLE AND 
SHAKE YOU AS HARD AS I CAN,
A NATURAL DISASTER, 
IS WHO I AM!!!


B.R.
Date: 3/7/2025
The night is born prematurely,
Becoming one in blistering winds,
The dark crawls,

And the snow falls.

The gallant wings of beauty,
Besieged by winter's bellows,
Left to death as the crow calls,

And the snow falls.

The lonesome oaks tremble,
Bare in the white of creeping cold,
Creaking as they are raked by squalls,

And the snow falls.
Not a lot today.
Someday summer comes again,
Someday the sun does away with cold winds.
Winter doesn't last forever,
Winter will leave us soon.
I know we're at it's end,
I can see the light linger longer.
Winter will come to a close,
Winter snows have ceased their blow.
Someday the warm rays will melt the ice,
Someday stars will glow in a warm evening again.
It's felt like ages since the first snow fall of this ever-lasting winter.
Joy is a little thing,
A warm luxury in the chill of winter's winds,
One sparkling treasure in the face of somber spring rains.
Happiness is a man,
Roaming the midnight city streets,
Tossing gold glitter all over the way as he skips along.
Pleasure, a soft blanket on your bed,
A perfectly placed pillow to rest your head,
A pencil that never runs out of pencil lead.
Everything is diamond when relief rears its head,
Assuring as the autumn breeze,
Pushing around stray sticks and leaves.
Nothing like a smile to make the warmth of the world stay awhile
dead poet Jan 6
butterflies flutter -
reach for the nectar of life;
winds change direction.
Nylee May 2024
Winds were a force
Shook the trees
swaying the likes
Sudden
and uprooted
buildings down
and landslide
The nature at its best
and worst
accompanied by rains
disrupted the lives
the sea doesn't end or began
everywhere blue and grey
it was scenic devastation
the storm didn't leave
anything behind.
The little
flower was
content,
safe from
the winds
of the world,
then, the days
sprouted her
body upwards
to the sky,
she found
it tiresome
to grow while
the poet
of the world
painted the
leaves
golden
to green,
finally, she
can gently
sing for the
clouds as
life became
greater in
color and
beauty,
until the
white blanket
of heaven
takes her,
and, she
is reborn
in some
other time
and place.
Vitæ Jul 2023
I am born to the sun
and belong to the night.

Come now starry death
come now earthly mind
Below me a raging river
where fettered feet find
grains of stellar dust
which bind me to the sky.

I am born to the sun
and belong to the night.

Come now galaxy rising
come now howling winds
above me a trail of stars
eyes blinded before blaze
light of a million years
which keeps me in place.

I am born to the sun
and belong to the night.
Captured notes from my dream journal. Stream of consciousness
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