Submissions by cobralips (Abbey)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Kissing Brambles
Along a lonely path there is a well--
A well which has been long forgotten
At the edge of the forest on a hill
Where the brambles grow
And the faeries of the court
Come from the meadows to cavort
Enchanting bairns from their beds
Dawning brides with crowns of Fiddleheads
It is here–
Where the ancient ones create feasts
With delectable berries and creams
It is here–
Where the ancient ones create streams
Of everlasting dreams
It is here–
Where the ancient ones transcend time
At the sound of a wistful chime ...
A well which has been long forgotten
At the edge of the forest on a hill
Where the brambles grow
And the faeries of the court
Come from the meadows to cavort
Enchanting bairns from their beds
Dawning brides with crowns of Fiddleheads
It is here–
Where the ancient ones create feasts
With delectable berries and creams
It is here–
Where the ancient ones create streams
Of everlasting dreams
It is here–
Where the ancient ones transcend time
At the sound of a wistful chime ...
#nature
#fairies
#magic
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Inner Tempest
The turmoil in my bosom is like the Tempests’ shrill cry!
Oh wondrous of wonders–
Please excuse my blunders,
For my heart yearns to die
Under the roaring thunders.
With a glass of Sauternes,
I roam through the golden halls of Versailles,
Escaping the shadows in the hall of mirrors–
As the voices whisper, “Goodbye.”
Through the windows I see the storm–
Oh how she gracefully greets me with her form!
Oh wondrous of wonders,
Please excuse my blunders,
Carry me to the sky,
For my heart yearns to die.
Oh wondrous of wonders–
Please excuse my blunders,
For my heart yearns to die
Under the roaring thunders.
With a glass of Sauternes,
I roam through the golden halls of Versailles,
Escaping the shadows in the hall of mirrors–
As the voices whisper, “Goodbye.”
Through the windows I see the storm–
Oh how she gracefully greets me with her form!
Oh wondrous of wonders,
Please excuse my blunders,
Carry me to the sky,
For my heart yearns to die.
#nature
#despair
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Autumn Spell
In the cloak of autumn,
A silhouette adorned in gold
Bound to no one
Bows to the old ones
Saying,
"I think we've met".
She glides among the willows
Whose branches are marionettes
Whispering tales of
Royal daughters and sons.
The rivers are silent and still
Like the checkered daffodil,
Waiting for the wintertide to subside,
Making way for the nymphs of spring
To upswing with laughter and pride,
Giving life.
Warily she tiptoes
Down the crossroads
That no one knows,
Leaving golden leaves behind.
A silhouette adorned in gold
Bound to no one
Bows to the old ones
Saying,
"I think we've met".
She glides among the willows
Whose branches are marionettes
Whispering tales of
Royal daughters and sons.
The rivers are silent and still
Like the checkered daffodil,
Waiting for the wintertide to subside,
Making way for the nymphs of spring
To upswing with laughter and pride,
Giving life.
Warily she tiptoes
Down the crossroads
That no one knows,
Leaving golden leaves behind.
#winter
#fall
#spring #nature
#spring #nature
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Sativa Diva
I inhale
I exhale
Smiling
Joy
Laughter
Snacking
Dancing
I inhale
I exhale
Past life memories
Bedtime stories
Immense ideas
All in my head
Eyes blood red
I inhale
I exhale
Introvert now extrovert
Load up Ableton
Omnisphere
Switch on that OB-6
And whatever else we got for this mix
I inhale
I exhale
Smiling
Joy
Laughter
Singing
Jamming
I inhale
I exhale
I forgot what else I was going to say…
I exhale
Smiling
Joy
Laughter
Snacking
Dancing
I inhale
I exhale
Past life memories
Bedtime stories
Immense ideas
All in my head
Eyes blood red
I inhale
I exhale
Introvert now extrovert
Load up Ableton
Omnisphere
Switch on that OB-6
And whatever else we got for this mix
I inhale
I exhale
Smiling
Joy
Laughter
Singing
Jamming
I inhale
I exhale
I forgot what else I was going to say…
#happiness
#inspirational
#music
#marijuana
#funny
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Pixie (astral travel)
Ah--but what is this!
This unfamiliar sound,
Coming down from the sky,
Reflecting the fears I told dear
In my cranium.
So tight--
My chest feels so tight.
Ah--but what is this!
Feeling the grains of sounds
Of waves beneath me,
What is touching my feet?
Oh--What have we here?
My thoughts burning in a circle of flames,
Overflowing, OVERBEARING!
Ah--but I must rebuild the weir!
I breathe deep and release a sigh,
Catching a glimpse before I trip,
My eyes roll backward to look within.
My...
This unfamiliar sound,
Coming down from the sky,
Reflecting the fears I told dear
In my cranium.
So tight--
My chest feels so tight.
Ah--but what is this!
Feeling the grains of sounds
Of waves beneath me,
What is touching my feet?
Oh--What have we here?
My thoughts burning in a circle of flames,
Overflowing, OVERBEARING!
Ah--but I must rebuild the weir!
I breathe deep and release a sigh,
Catching a glimpse before I trip,
My eyes roll backward to look within.
My...
#dreams
#universe
#sleep
#travel
#scifi
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Particles of Plasma
I feel myself freezing
I let go I let go
I can no longer breathe
I let go I let go
I see blackness all around me
I let go I let go
But the stars are shining brightly
I let go I let go
I feel my body tingling
I let go I let go
I found my lover's body
I let go I let go
He no longer sees me
I let go I let go
As I leave my body
I am no longer part of humanity
I am particles of plasma
Star dust, all of me.
I let go I let go
I can no longer breathe
I let go I let go
I see blackness all around me
I let go I let go
But the stars are shining brightly
I let go I let go
I feel my body tingling
I let go I let go
I found my lover's body
I let go I let go
He no longer sees me
I let go I let go
As I leave my body
I am no longer part of humanity
I am particles of plasma
Star dust, all of me.
#universe
#humankind
#astronomy
#aliens
#scifi
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Ebb and Flow
I was born in the wood--
The wood between worlds,
The wood created by poets
Who loved their muses.
I walk the path of silence--
The path that leads no where,
The path created by poets
Who dwelt in their madness.
I speak in tongues with the beasts--
The beasts who raised me,
The beasts created by poets
Who gathered with druids.
As I cry stale tears, a cold wind blows,
The tress move to and fro--
The ebb and flow--
A midnight storm!
My ancestors are calling me:
"As Above so Below".
I follow the...
The wood between worlds,
The wood created by poets
Who loved their muses.
I walk the path of silence--
The path that leads no where,
The path created by poets
Who dwelt in their madness.
I speak in tongues with the beasts--
The beasts who raised me,
The beasts created by poets
Who gathered with druids.
As I cry stale tears, a cold wind blows,
The tress move to and fro--
The ebb and flow--
A midnight storm!
My ancestors are calling me:
"As Above so Below".
I follow the...
#identity
#nature
#spiritual
#magic
#pagan
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