Is there Magic In Your Fog? 3-18
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Would Want Cool-Kitty
To Keep Playing the Piano
Through It’s Fog!!
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And be inspired by the Mystical Fog
In your Magical Way!
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Good Evening Mary and JT…lovin the blog…..
….hope my write works…off the cuff! :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
Forever
Overlooking
God
FOGGY MIST
On a foggy
Moon lit night
They travel
Far and near
In the darkest night
The moon full and bright
They hunt for souls
Not at rest and weary
They being souls them self
Knows just what to look for
As they rome in fogs
Flyin walkin crawlin
Scurryin about
Here and there in
The darkest of nights
Are they ghost
Spirits are just the fog
Things seems
The scariest at night
When the lights
Go out
No a peep
Nor even a creep
Just your nerves runnin
Away with you
Shadows
Be dark
Even the common
Street light looks like
A six feet prayin m anther
Commin for you in the dark of night
A cats meow
An owl hoot so uncanny
Who goes boo in the night
The fog
They walk
Creep and crawl
Shadows be ware very aware
Honk honk
Goes the steam ship
Can you see me comin
The peg leg captain
Cant you hear him thumpin
Written By: Bettie Davis ———————— © March 18 , 2o12
~Flossie~
happy monday one and all! fog makes my fur all wet!
here is one
Such a beautiful blog and theme. All wonderful posts. Happy Monday from Southern California. Will be back later on . . . .
Lunnette Hudson
Kiss of death
Upon your lips
Breath of life
No more
So I bid you
a fond farewell
from this world
Knowing I will
Remember you always
In my heart
With love and respect
Gone to be
With our Lord
Rest In Peace
Lunnette Hudson
Sorry, my mind is not on writing
Fog Magic
A wisp glides past
Swirls in the air
Ghostly
It dances across
The cobblestones
And thickens in
The London air
Gray is the day
Soft as a kittens
Fur
It touches the morning
Where the sun can not stray
And as the day passes
And fog banks roll in from the sea
A magic seems to happen
As it engulfs you and me
Silence like a blanket
Bundled up within its
Form
We listen intently
To the sound of the fog horn
Is ghostly sound echo’s
Within the
Midnight hour
As ships now docking
Listen for the
Watchman’s call
With a magic untold
The fog begins to unfold
Footsteps are muffled
Jackets pulled quite close
Sparkle and droplets
Of moist on the collar
look quickly, before the Magic’s gone
Fog Fairies
And
Flutter wings
On the water spouts
Look quick for the magic
and
You might see
As they dart all about
My Soul Is Tired
My soul is tired
Tired of the words never said
And the ones said but never heard.
My soul is tired
Tired of the wet tears
And the ones never shed.
My soul is tired
Tired of the truth
And the lies
Tired of life
And tired of death.
My soul is tired
Tired of looking into the past
Tired of what I see in the past
Tired of not being past… the past.
My soul is tired
Tired of sleeping but never sleeping
Tired of the dreams that wake me up
And tired of the fights that eat away at me each day
My soul is tired
Tired of being tired.
But I’m afraid if my soul sleeps
It won’t ever wake up.
The fog has returnedand you are goneI cant find my wayand you not here to guide meI feel confused and lostthe fog is taking over and i have lost the keythe key I intrusted to youmy heart has shattered and the fog has swallowed the peacesthe blood flows mixing with my tears the pain wont fade nor the memorie of youand my hope is lost once again..
Hello Everyone!! Nice to see you all doing your beautiful writes. I just love your writes and look so forward to coming and checking in on the writes. You all have done a great job as always. Take care and God Bless You all. Thank you for sharing with us all here!!! :love:
Hello Everyone!! You all have done a great job as always!! You all are doing a fantastic job with your writes!! Thank you for being so talented and sharing with us!! I so look forward to coming and reading all your lovely writes. Take Care and God Bless You all!!! Hugs :love:
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INTO FOCUS
On a day not so very different
from today or any other day
(though now as I look back,
it was rather different, I’d say),
I woke up unexpectedly
to the silence of the fog.
And on this morning,
just a year ago or so,
I found something magical
in that haze as it hugged
the ocean’s edge
and me.
All alone with the morning,
the gentle music of the waves
brushing against the shore
and my heart,
I heard a solitary seabird
whose shriek pierced
the silence as memories
of Long Island summers
and early-morning fog
flooded onto the canvas
of this California morning
as I walked along the beach.
I pondered many things
within the solitude
of that morning a year or so ago
and thought it quite ironic
that so much came into focus
within the magic of the fog.
And as the seacliffs tossed aside
their morning blanket of white,
I inhaled the peace
that was left behind
as the gentle waves
still caressed the sand
underneath my feet.
(c) barbara kausteklis 3-19-12
All such gorgeous posts and poetry!
When I was a child we would take this trip as a family. One time we lost our brakes! As we where going up..we had to drive backwards be cause there is no place to turn around!
The Man in the Mist
The Man in the Mist
I saw him there this morning
When the sun was coming up
And the day was still silent in her waking.
Like a sentinel granite statue he seemed
His head high and his heart sending signals
Only my heart could decipher.
Just standing there with quiet eyes
His arms at his sides but nevertheless
I felt him reaching.
When evening came in shades of blue
The gold of the morning evaporated
And twilight’s mist revealed him.
I thought him a dream
Or a tangent of mind long awaited
As I stood watching in my doorway.
If the man in the mist
Is still there in the morning
I wonder if I’ll go to him
I wonder but I do not know.
by Voo
Aug 19, 07
Cloudy, damp & drear..
The mystical forests..
Draw me near..
I look around.. my skin prickles..
I feel a sense of fear.
Yet it draws me in, surrounds me..
Intoxicates me…
The “mystics” of the forest..
Wickedly smile and wait..
They Know that I am Here.
~Nancy~
here is another one… do hope you enjoy! i so thank all of you for your amazing reads!
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And There Was Only
.
The mist was gray and wet as dew
And there was only me and you
Walking there so close to dawn
With all the ink of midnight gone.
.
The champagne, drained,
We laughed, wide-eyed
And dropped the bottle
Off the side.
.
We heard it splash
Into the water
And watched a gull
Go diving after.
.
All night, we’d talked
And sang and marched
Like enlisted soldiers
With new-born hearts.
.
You quoted Rumi
From memory
And showed me things
The eye can’t see.
.
And I, in turn
Like dervish, whirled
In ecstasy,
An entranced girl.
.
Until the bridge,
Rose from the mist
And set the scene
For our first kiss.
.
The bells of London
Called to the day
And ran the ghosts
Of night away.
.
And still we stood,
Like statues there
Upon the bridge,
We didn’t care.
.
For love is careless
When it is new
And “we” is born
From “me and you”.
.
Like little children
That played a game
We had no worries,
We had no shame.
.
Tomorrow’s worries
Tomorrow’s shames
Could wait to find us
And learn our names.
.
(And oh, they would
And oh, we’d cry
And fight
Though love refused to die.
.
Through many years
Of toil and pain
We’d yearn to be
Like that again.)
.
But this, our night,
And this our dawn,
Will live when all our lives
Are gone.
.
In memory and faded rose
In poems on pages, faded blue
The bridge, the mist, the sacred kiss
When there was only me and you.
and there was only me and you…….
.
.
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.
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by Voo
March 7, 2011
11:49 p.m.
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COMING OUT OF THE FOG.
I had thought about him many times through the years..
I wondered what happened to him ..
What could he be doing now..
Is he still alive..
Has he had a happy life?
The last time I saw him..
We kissed goodbye at a country bus stop..
My best high school friend and I.
We had gone to a high school reunion together..
Had the weekend of our life’s thus far..
Forty years have passed since then..
I searched..I looked..I asked..
No answers could I get..
Like searching through a dense thick fog..
Then suddenly out of nowhere..
A call comes..
Asking for me..
I am asked.. do I know this person..
My heart beats fast..my hands suddenly sweat..
I can’t take the call..
I must compose myself..
I must take this all in..
Can it really be after all these years??
I am ready in the morning..
My hand shakes as I dial the number..
And suddenly..
There he is..
We are talking once again.
The fog is lifted..
The mystery is over..
And I am happy..
Happy the way my life is now.
~Nancy~