Guest Post: Treasured Poems by Marcus ~ High in the Woods

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Here are some treasured pieces I have managed to find… they were written by a very beautifully soul and friend, Marcus aka Canus Lupus – A Poet, High In The Woods of Canada… the journey he would take you on with his words were incredible! l once told him I loved how his mind worked & he lol 🙂

Sadly when I was away travelling at the end of last year, (18th Dec, 2014), he passed on from this world suddenly after being hit by a drunk driver at 3am in the morning whilst out walking one of his dogs, who also was killed… I’d have to say Marcus has been one of the most amazing people I’ve come across in my life… My heart goes out to his Lady-wolf… SO please let’s spread this message in his honour “DONT DRINK & DRIVE

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He and Tony were best mates and I hope one day we will meet up and get to spend that night together ~ oh what a hoot it would be… laughing out loud, telling tales and HATFM xox

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waiting on his howl

“WAITING ON HIS HOWL”

She grabbed her chair and raised her feet

Resting on the edge of the moon

Holding it in place above the meadow

Waiting on his howl

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He’s been gone for such a long time

Desert storms and fighting canyon battles

Home for the holidays, hopes with dreams

Waiting on his howl

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She drifts among the stars

Counts the twinkles like smiles

Each one promised for him

Waiting on his howl

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A yellow ribbon hangs for all to see

Where it will stay until the day

She sees the eyes of her heart rise

Waiting on his howl

~ 2014 © Marcus ~

( This, for all the service men and women away from home and loved ones. Pray you get to howl.)

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the forest of make believe

“In The Forest of Make-Believe”

From a distance, the blackness waves,

like the suns rhythmic beat, how a desert behaves.

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Silent thunder erupts, veiled by ominous clouds,

resembling, blood stained corpses, wrapped in shrouds.

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Flowing, rolling, calling those who seek, curiosity does peak,

as Moses did, to climb Mount Sinai, steep.

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At the forests edge, where dark meets light,

once within its canopies, day becomes night.

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Owls that hoot, Wolves that howl,

creatures on the prowl.

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Sounds all around, twitching nerves,

flesh wound tight, a being dwarves.

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As was David, in the presence of Goliath,

elders to children were told, on a sabbath.

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Excited fear, intoxicates the mind,

accelerated heartbeat and breaths, grind.

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In the forest of make-believe,

stories, spun and weave.

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By those not so adventurous, staying at home,

no desire, nor will, to roam.

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Sons, brothers and fathers, tales of those who ventured forth,

only one ever returned, to walk the earth.

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They call him mad, his words jumbled useless,

now the towns fool, homeless, they call clueless.

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at each new moon he utters a phrase,

~the beast, the beast, cast out among his kind, one in the same, each one, one of a kind~

then, like the fool on the hill, he prays.

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In the forest of make-believe

stories, spun and weave.

~ 2014 © Marcus ~

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coloured boaders

“Coloured Boarders”

I think of who you are

I think of where you’re from

I often wonder what it would be like

To wear a different colour

I’m red and white with a maple leaf

I wear it proud like you wear yours

Then I think about this world

And what it really means to me

Not so much of being a patriot

More about decency and its mystic spirituality

You see this world owes me nothing

It’s I who owes a debt of gratitude

For breathing in its magical salvation

Years in the billions Mother Earth has lived

Spinning at her pace

Created in space

Take away colours that line borders

What you might get, now play along with me

Blue for the oceans

White for the arctic poles

Green and Gold for all the living things in-between

Where we thrive in its graceful glow

Now doesn’t that make you want to be

A citizen of the world

Instead of holding a passport coloured by political strategy

Saying without permission

You may not live here

I realize, a dream is a dream

In reality, will we truly ever be free?

If we let colours stop us from living and loving

~ 2014 © Marcus ~

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heart

“CORAZON”

Spanish nights

Sticky

Steamy

Sultry

Heavy air that coats the flesh dewy wet

Lifting the body’s fragrance as the sun sets

Music in the streets play to the dance, the hearts dance of love

Strides that glide over cobblestone roads

Through a little village on the Mediterranean

Follow the heart

Let it lead

Stumble it may

Let it breathe

Carry on dancing

Until the heart stops beating

~ 2014 © Marcus ~

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snowflakes

“SNOWFLAKES”

They fall without a sound

Countless specks of snowy lace from sky to ground

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No two alike, so they say, but I need to know

Is that even possible throughout history of falling snow

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Its a magical though that’s for sure

When completely covered by winters allure

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Layers upon layers of snowflakes lay entwined

Sparkling under the sun, glimmering like diamonds the shined

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A living picture perfect postcard

Mother Nature designed, falling to the music of Mozart

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The sounds of silence as snowflakes continue to fall

Leaving a blanket of white, my eyes, do enthral

~  2014 © Marcus ~

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evergreen tree

“EVERGREEN TREE”

you look so beautiful to me

evergreen tree

standing tall for all to see

every branch lined with needles

they twist and turn sweeping up like steeples

known by all peoples

you are the one chosen

to stand above all when the land is frozen

all the others shed and sleep unspoken

you quietly sway in the breeze

no rustling of leaves

in the dead of winter you don’t even freeze

you look the same through every season

for whatever the reason

you’re a symbol of what we believe in

we adorn you with crystals that shine

lights that twinkle strung on a line

a star sits atop as a sign

you look beautiful to me

evergreen tree

as I stand here rolled and stacked

wearing a scarf and hat

oh there I go talking about that

another Christmas story

i’m sorry

truthfully, I’m in awe of your glory

~ 2014 © Marcus ~

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i see daisies

“I SEE DAISIES”

you see the scars from years of pain and suffering

i see daisies resting on healing ground

reminding, it does takes time

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you see the tears from years of pain and suffering

i see daisies healing yesterday’s fears

here, take my smile yours forever now

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you see the blood from years of pain and suffering

i see daisies soothing the flow to stop

beating, new life to the heart

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you see the hate from the years of pain and suffering

i see daisies hugging and holding

screaming, you are not alone

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you see the child from the years of pain and suffering

i see daisies wishing mother and child to unite

dreaming, of tomorrow’s shine filled with love

~ 2014 © Marcus`~

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just a mess

“JUST A MESS”

here we are, another year disappeared

how many more will there be

wondering

listening

participating

tell me, can you

you seem to have it covered

always with a glow

you come and go

bits and pieces

sometimes whole

sometimes not there at all

is that when you hide behind

i used to see a smile

the face of the man on the moon

they’re just shadows from asteroid craters

so why am I talking to a lifeless natural satellite

I’m, just a mess

~ Marcus ~

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all for nothing

“ALL FOR NOTHING”

In the land of the Spirit Eagle

A flash is seen within the crystal woods

White on white it glows day and night

Constant vapours forced though air

The beating of a heart long since dead

The thumping sound as paws slam down

Strides that measure twelve feet long

Splashing the dust from heavens ground

A ghost runs by howling cries

Eyes of blue fire and ice

The wrath of his father burns inside

Down among the living sinners thriving

His death all for nothing.

~ 2014 © Marcus ~

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[Marcus wrote this beautiful piece with Dana from “Message in a Bottle” Blog]

“Kindred Spirits Rise” ( A Duet)

Two souls stopping the passage of time

Extending hands and taking hold

Their heart beats throw away rhyme

Flying with faith on wings of ink

Carried by the four winds into darkness

No fears to chain them to earth’s sins

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The embrace of gravity effortlessly lifting

Leaving a trail of forest dust and sea mist

Their comet hearts glow with the love they have for words

That fills the space like twinkling stars in the distance

A journey both have longed for since the beginning of their time

Fearless, their eyes sparkle with a special kind of love

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The two spirits, one of fur and one of fin, speak with one tongue

A language all their own founded in respect and grace

They soar upon their hearts’ shared desires

To be understood and accepted in empathetic embrace

His howling verses that pull emotion from her buried scars

Are rewarded with her provocative smiles and erotic fires

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 Shed they do their earthly forms

Where they go, endless dreams are carried by imagination

Yes, it’s true the universe is full of bitterness

As we glide through space and time

Our words are the keys that open doors

Our passion and emotions are keys of gold

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For eyes that have never met, they see beyond

Roughened exteriors and salacious smiles

Their friendship transcends all expectations

Allowing them to feel with open hearts and stained fingers

Bridging all distances in time and experience

Creating a much greater tale for the Wolf and the Siren

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We are a never-ending story, our hearts joined

As long as there are stars to reach and planetary moons to beach

Home calls for us to rejoin, one the woods and one the sea

It has been a most extraordinary trip to cherish for eternity

2014 © Marcus & Dana

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[Marcus wrote this amazing piece with John aka JMC813 Blog]

“SPIRITS OF STRENGTH AND HONOUR”

Amongst the wilds of the parched and perilous grassy plains

The strong will survive under watchful eye his reign

Through the seasons of rain and sun under the harsh winters urn

Leading the pack within the woods as nature turns

Tried and treasured pride, no easy task to fight for and win

Securing his right for many generations of royalty to begin

Foresee the future compelled to sow his seed

The honor of mating, creating life, the need

Daily survival dictates one ugly truth shall remain

Need for sacrificial prey so his kingdom can sustain

Hunt to kill not for sport but to fill

Bellies that call to hunger, killing is a bitter pill

Given keys to the kingdom, bestowed this existence

To be a guardians assurance of majestic persistence

To roam wild and free a gift of life given

To run, to live, survive in woodlands heaven

Mighty roar to blue skies boasts dignity and fortitude

Unmistakably within can be heard undying gratitude

Under the one moons glow, spirits of strength and honor

Draws howls with distant brother roars in valor.

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2014 © Marcus & John ~ JMC813

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[Marcus’s entry in the “Lace Challenge” via SJ Warners Blog]

“Wings of lace”

from the breath of an angel
wings created
through meadow graceful
seen beating, floating
a human’s touch would destroy its life, painful

sheer enough for light to pass
veins finely laced
a living stained glass
from stem to stem
waltzing through tall grass

wings designed to fly and hover
dips and dives, loop de loop
sounds they make, stutter-flutter
a playful kamikaze
flirting in the months of summer

in a silent embrace
dragonflies mating
origami masters using paper lace
would fail to replicate
its beauty and darting grace

come visit often
little blue dragonfly
we’ve a short time until autumn
for you i, but not i for you
will be forgotten

with colours so sublime
a garden fantasy
will look for you when its time
humming, the sound of spring
when your wings of lace buzz in rhyme

~ 2014 © Marcus ~

Picture from http://weheartit.com via Marlene

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[Marcus’s entry in the “Erotic Advent Challenge” via SJ Warners Blog]

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“Me and Mrs Claus”

A frosty night below the northern lights
High atop the world of ice and snow so white

A journey made once a year
To the land of polar bears and reindeer

The eve of Christmas ’twas the night
Anticipation drives me, pure delight

Dasher Dancer Prancer and Vixen, Comet Cupid Donner and Blitzen
All are ready with the star Rudolph in the sleigh sittin’

Fame got to his head
Because of that fucking nose so red

Off they go
With old fat Nick in tow

All the elves fast asleep
After filling their bellies with treats

The door lay open inviting me in
A roaring fire glowing within

This cozy wintery house
Only one creature was stirring and it wasn’t a mouse

Stockings pulled tight up to the thighs
The moment I saw her lust sighed

Two glasses with ice and a bottle of jack
Pour us a drink she said and come lay back

Cookies and milk will not do
She smiles; not on this night with me and you

My fingers touched her curled up toes
And shimmied up to her nose

Planting kisses along the way
Her eyes watched with a sway

She licked her lips painted black
And drooled spit on her lovely rack

Squeezing her titties
Nibbling her nibbies

Her breathing deepened, her breasts heaving
Her pretty now sweating and dripping

Licking her folds
Fisting my hair, her hand firmly holds

Shouting commands driving me crazy
Tongue darting in and out and all around her pussy

Give me the cock she says with a scream
Fill my mouth with your sweet cream

Well, let me just say I did what was told
As I fucked her mouth low and behold

One of the elves appeared, Jenny her name
A sexy little kitten wanting to join the game

A tiny creature all of four feet tall
As delicate as a china doll

She climbed onto the bed
And started fingering Mrs Red

While my cock was pounding her mouth
Jenny was working down south

The two of us pleasing Mother Christmas
And it was fucking delicious

All through the night three of us fucking
While Saint Nick was delivering

One night a year I make my way to the North Pole
To fill a clients twitching hole

Before walking out I leave my card on the table
Kandy Kane Escorts, Willing and Able

The night Santa really came to my home
He left a sack of coal with a note ~ naughty boys roam

~ 2014 © Marcus ~

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[Marcus’s entry in the “MDRomance Challenge” via Mark D. Davis’s Blog]

“Love, Killed the Beast”

Through his world written in rhyme and prose,
words echo clear across the skies.

Through love and hate in passions throes,
his howled tone misunderstood.

Through pain of light this beast hides,
ashamed of whom he really is.

Through darkened night his soul rides,
among the stars he named for her.

Through time that passes stuck in mud,
a sacrifice in life he now vows.

Through all the letters scribed in blood,
does she know how much he loves.

Through all the scribbled unread letters,
he never sent.

Through all the buried treasures,
his heart kept.

Through open fields he laid in tall grass,
blooms appeared that match his blood red.

Through his heart his Bonny Lass,
will live on beyond his time on earth.

Through all that’s said when done,
a silent pledge to her was made.

Through and through she is the one,
if she only knew, how much he loves.

Through the night fate had heart,
she appeared in a dream.

Through the stars spread apart,
lack of courage failed him yet again.

Through confession begs to heal,
he gave to her his undying love.

Through his own blade of steel,
an end comes to this love story.

Through the sounds of crying birds,
she now knows, how much he loved.

Through his final words,
she found all the letters never sent.

~ 2014 © Marcus ~

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“DEAREST MINE”

Sleep in arms that hold dearest mine

O’lovely one, sleep to dream

Embraced you are forever more

Awake and you shall find

My steadfast heart beating for your love

~ 2013 © Marcus ~

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“Take My Hand And Walk With Me”

Take my hand and walk with me

Into the woods let us abandon this world

Just for a moment

Carefree

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Sunlight piercing through the canopy above

In solitude you and I but for

Hummingbirds buzzing by

In love

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Take my hand and walk with me

Into the woods let us share each other

Just for a moment

Blindly

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 Rest upon this mossy ground

Caressing every inch of you

Fingertips like reading Braille Southbound

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 Take my hand and walk with me

Into the woods and shed these rags

Just for a moment

Loosely

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 Opened mouth our lips meet

Tongues dancing feverishly

Spreading your legs

Honey sweet

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 Take my hand and walk with me

Into the woods and feel my breath

Calling your name in misty silence

Oh Baby

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 Upon your flesh fully mounted

Heady passion this yearning need

Blade and Chalice

United

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Take my hand and walk with me

Into the woods to live a dream

Just for a moment

Freely

~ 2013 © Canuslupus ~

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Ode to Marcus

  

ODE to MARCUS

Time has come

And time has gone

But throughout moments in my days

You enter my mind…

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I only got to know you briefly

Across the Oceans: Online

But in that time

You have touched me deeply…

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 Your beautiful soul shone so brightly

Making us laugh out loud daily

Always there with your huge heart

Lifting and supporting without judgment…

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I regret not coming to see you whilst away on my trip

My heart goes out to your Lady Wolf and I hope that she is doing ok

I miss your words terrible

But I found a message from you on Tumblr

Just the other day: which made me smile…

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Wherever you are now

My dear friend: HATFM

Know that you are loved

And held in our hearts forever

Until we connect again!

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© DebraDML (2015)

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