Eleven pm Eleven o'clock now arrived Midnight is close at hand That's when the day changes When the dark begins to dance In the middle of the night Nocturnal creatures arise Walking , crawling and flying Things all shapes and sizes The night is opposite the day Balanced perfectly each one Like positive and negative One with , one without sun The shadows play a game Called follow the leader With you always knowing They are your back seater Traffic slows to a minimum Cars are sporadic this late It's better to think and relax Not hear engines and brakes Darkness is sometimes good For some it is the best time Others they are day people But either way is just fine ©Schizology

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"Springs Promise" Rain is a strange thing When you want it to be here , it's nowhere for miles But as soon as you set up your picnic It begins pouring down in piles Too much rain will flood your crops Not enough rain will dry them out, losing so much money Some seasons are ideal for growing A mix of rain and an even amount sunny Raindrops dance with sunbeams Nature's waltz in shimmering hues Whispering secrets of earth's delight A symphony of light and mist Petrichor whispers softly In the embrace of sunlit showers Eternal rhythm, serene and bright When earth's bosom stirs with whispered dreams Seedlings stretch and reach, eager and knowing In the gentle embrace of sunlit streams Blossoms unfurl their petals in grace Nurtured by showers, by tender breeze A symphony of life, a verdant embrace Spring's promise fulfilled, with effortless ease Schizology_Butterfly Poet Collaboration 2024 ©Schizology

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A poem about dogs Dogs are a great thing Spending time together I can't think of anything Better in stormy weather Some dogs do not like The loud booms And owners too I think Want to hide in their rooms You comfort the dog The dog comforts you You pet the dog calmly The dog protects too Side by side As the clouds clear Both you and the dog Together facing your fears ©Schizology

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November 9th Moon Early in the morning, about half past four The moon shines brightly Early in the morning, I'm at the back door The moon shines vividly Early in the morning, half way to five o'clock The geese splash mightily Early in the morning, the lake is where they flock The geese splash vigorously Early in the morning, I'm awake and writing The cars travel quickly Early in the morning, a doobie I am lighting The cars travel swiftly Early in the morning, only streetlights are on The moon shines quietly Early in the morning, leaves scatter the lawn The moon shines infinitely ©Schizology

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Flowers and bushes Down at the trail There's some bushes All around them There are some flowers Some call them wild But aren't all flowers wild If we allow them to Roses and tulips Daffodils and daisys Plant them everywhere Let them grow crazy Fields of flowers Covering all around No limit to where they spread Nobody keeping them bound Millions upon millions Flowers up and down the streets Growing everywhere In places people like to meet Plant a few for an occasion A wedding or anniversary We should have them all over Not just in some garden nursery ©Schizology

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The shadow I follow you, where ever you go Nothing you do is out of my sight Silently, I wait to give you a fright I am your shadow, I am your disease Nothing you do is out of my sight I will not leave, until day turns to night I see every move, I see every reaction Nothing you do is out of my sight When I surprise, you will take flight When you wake, and where you go When you look, I will always know You will become scared, and it shows You can not hide, I am your nightmare Don't try and run, I will always be there Just remember, to say your prayers ©Schizology

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