When I need

Your definition of me,

I’ll give it to you.


– O.D. ©2017


Art by:  ryky

All That Remains.



Darkness reflects greed

By taking the biggest slice,

All that remains?

A crescent moon.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by:  FramedByNature

Daily Prompt: Moon

With The Sun.


How can you,

In your right mind

Refuse to play

Hide and seek

With the world’s Largest

Gold nugget?

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: ann-beyond-repair

Emotional Exchange.


Where the rainbow starts

Or ends


The pot of gold


From sold




Working in tandem

With the rain,

A natural metronome

For my poetry’s

Rhythm and beat.



The Divine Uncontained.



 Momentary glimpse

Of heaven’s bright light

Through a crack

Gracefully provided

When the sky glitches

Giving partition

To the blue.


By The Sandy Shore.



By the shoreline

Her name,

Foot drawn

On the sand grains.


Washed away

By an ocean wave,

I then realize

That even the water,

Wants her.


Morning Hue.


Wake up

Early enough

And witness

The sun

Colour your surroundings

With Midas touch.

– Original-Dante ©2015

Daily Prompt: Witness

Seasons Of Light (Mae & Original-Dante)

A collaborative poem with the ultra-talented Mae, you can find more of her poetry here: @lilacsnow


My sections are in this colour. 

Her sections are in this colour.



The sun shines brightly

Such divine grace

Seen and felt

Through the heat


Hard to ignore

With glistening skin

Squinting to catch a glimpse

Of the massive mana dropper

For the greenery

A sight for sore eyes.



She calls herself

Autumn, with her

Ripe cherry lips and

Kisses that taste

Of dark, exotic honey.


Every year she arrives

In her gown

Of see-through amber

Her soft voluptuous hips

Swaying slowly

In the light.



Beneath a sky

The colour of grief

The air is heavy

With silent light

The birds, you see,

Have fallen silent

Their songs

Lie bleeding

In fresh fallen snow.




Colours spring about

Rainbows within rainbows

A direct revearsal

To the achromatic       

The last seasoned model

To the ultimate ending

If not, the beginning.


-Mae & Dante





The Bright Side Of The Moon.



The moon is slit


Its gentle face.


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