Mother Earth, she gives us birth.

Then the fire lends Desire.

The Wind, the Air; it’s always there.

And Water is our daughter.

                     by: Amera Eileithyia

The cacophony of panting on exhalation

The coxswain’s cadence without hesitation

Waves splashing on the gunwale shell

Grace and beauty like a Canterbury Bell

My spoon is fully squared at the catch

Nicely anchored, in the rowlock latch

Incessant sculling angle and pitch

Waiting for the Half Pressure switch

Using all our skill teamwork and such

Leading the regatta but not by much

Our Bow Ball crosses the finish line

Winning the race and feeling divine

Green

O how I love the color green

splendor of its glorious sheen

Green, green is everywhere

green’s my color love affair

The blanket color of the fields

the color of the harvest yields

The color of my lover’s eyes

pools reflecting evening skies

Forest canopy over my head,

like a green blanket over a bed

Leaves on a tree shades of green

smell just the aroma, It feels clean

The castle is covered with green ivy

so all the colors are green with envy

What is my favorite color you ask?

My answer is green, an easy task.

Elfin Sanctuary

Sliding behind the waterfall

my arms, my back, cling to the wall

A torrent cascades over my head

a thunderous sound, o’re the creek bed

Hidden access, secret place

gate that guards the elfin race

An arcanum, for a special few

a door that only elves go thru

Sanctuary, now secure,

stories told of elfin lure

Magic comes within these walls

haven here, when danger calls

Elves were here long before man

living in their peaceful clan

So the world has passed them by

protected from its wicked eye

Amera

The Counsel Oak

For hundreds of years this tree has stood

And now I stand

under this wise old tree

The Seminole Chiefs ruled as they could

under this wise old tree

If its branches could talk, the stories we’d hear

Of days long past

under this wise old tree

A proud Seminole nation, its laws passed here

under this wise old tree

From weddings to wars all was decided

under this wise old tree

Never disputed the elders presided

under this wise old tree

Now times have changed the nation is stronger

under this wise old tree

The shade of its branches are needed no longer

 under this wise old tree

Hotels and casinos harbor a crowd

because of this wise old tree

A nation has prospered, its people proud

because of this wise old tree

                                 by: Amera Eileithyia

How many nights had she walked the street
Hard cruel concrete would torture her feet
The dark dingy street by the Lamoure Hotel
The stagnant breeze with cheep perfume smell

All to oft had her thoughts been obscured
from the wrenching hunger she had endured
Unfaithful husbands, sailors and worse
One last dollar left in her purse

To fend for a child she worked by night
In service of men she would rather fight
In the Lamoure Hotel, her clothes in a pile
They lay on her belly for more than a while

So next time you think that she is a bother
Just because you don’t know your father
For the love of you she endured hell
Flat on her back in the Lamoure Hotel

Just consider infinity
Created by a divinity
The thought is very clever
No one can prove forever

But I love you till the end of time
Where is infinity in this rhyme?
If my love for you is boundless
Then end of time is groundless

So how is our love measured?
Is it worthy to be treasured?
If in eterninty our love is spent
Forever has a sweeter scent

If we keep it till the end
How can it never end?