opals found underground their colors well cloaked until the miners dig them out when they are exposed to the daylight they reveal a number of hues which so dazzle the eye magnificent opals
Autumn windmills churning apple cider, hayrides/ leaves crunching under lithe hoofbeats pumpkins peep from drab earth; sun in slate sky breath to view with the naked eye burnt pine flickers linger in requiem autumn.
flames fiercely racing through the bushland terrain consuming all within their path charred trees and houses bear testament to their tirade of destruction the landscape badly burnt furious fire flames
Spinning swirling slashing powerful tornado lightning bolts thunder and sirens Spinning* wind sounds like a train head Spinning homes spun to the land of Oz a whole town blown away dizzy head still Spinning
Grinning dazed and confused does not look like Kansas told to follow the yellow road Grinning at the yellow road still Grinning horse of a different color merry old land of Oz in awe always Grinning
Winning contests are fun I am proud of my work gold silver bronze honor awards Winning is goal humbled if not Winning Rictameters are fun to write thank you host and judges I am happy *Winning
Construed, by perception, into acts of pure lust, powered by emotions of pain, mingled with a lonely heart now aching, exceeding bare desperation, all starting with deceit, as her mind is, construed.
true love between a pair shall remain so steadfast for a lifetime two hearts melding the sweet lasting refrain of blissfulness unto joy's devotion they'll twine twill be a grand union endearing is true love
Ronin falsely accused of pledging allegiance to God, king, country, creed or kin any and all become stains on my sword should push come to shove, by honor neither bought nor ordered... guilty as charged ronin.
accord twill ever sing as they join together in a nectar dripping pairing they've sought the treasure that closeness doth bring their union aligns with the stars love's sweet bounty trilling in their profound accord
Echo midnight secrets dawn will forget to keep a mended promise in shadow on the valley side of ruined zeniths lament rose petal alpenglow fading into mourning sub-rosa sighs echo.
fury of the lion: golden warpath garland thundering soul set forth by roar sovereign savanna rex, pride in plain sight majesty unkempt like his mane heavy the head that wears the primal crown... fury
vision of the eagle: corneal coronas scorch earth from soaring apexes taloned streaks of lightning tear assunder the prey of a thousand yard stare she is a feathered seer perched in a nest vision
venom of the viper: his husk made of mica syringed fangs apportion wisdom slithering past Achilles' heel to heart from perceptive directions hissed strait tongues fork in the road coursing in vein venom