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Fall of a Melancholic

Tracing back…
that is what I am doing now,
just tracing back
along this woodland path,
in an attempt to grasp remnants
of a time 
when I felt so alive, yet dying.

Thoughts and memories,
they fall  like these leaves,
a melange of confusion, beauty and frailty

Swept away by the wind, scattered
or swept into a pile, unified.

Either way, they can be stomped on,
brittle leaves crushed into a satisfying crunch.

All around me, 
there’s a profusion of vermilion, gold and copper
but those reds have always been my favorite—
so alive, yet can also mean bleeding.

I see a pumpkin carved out, 
a creepy smile adorning its face
A chuckle escapes from my lips,
remembering that time 
when laughter lived in harmony
with love.

Now, I am not sure anymore…
Because how can something 
that had so much hope, so verdant,
change?

I am a fool, for the answers 
are so obvious—
I only need to look at these leaves.

So much like our lives, these seasons…

Not very long,
I will be staring up at argentine skies.

The thought of it gives me chills—
I pray for spring.



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Autumn Splendor

A
path to
harmony
is one adorned 
with vermilion hues. 
Pumpkin leaves, remnants of 
summer’s verdant colors now 
drifting through the woodland splendor
through argentine skies, unified, a mélange 
of the magnificence autumn bestows. 

©2011 Connie Marcum Wong

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Days of Autumn

An argentine sky adorns the woodlands
In a misty shroud as only slight remnants
Of a long forgotten path remain,
Embraced by the beauty of maples and by
The scent of cool crisp air--autumn permeates.

Yet there is subtle warmth in the mélange 
Of colorful pumpkin, gold and, vermilion leaves,
In their swirling harmonic dance
As they depart the boughs of their birth
Unified in death, as in life.

©2011 Connie Marcum Wong

*For Russell Sivey’s Autumn Splendor contest

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A Wedding in Autumn's Woodland Chapel

The fall has remnants of the summer, but the day's not hot, and all of our beloved are gathered in a woodland spot. Bearing their good wishes, they have walked the pathway to this autumnal chapel where I'll make my walk to you! Around us, in our wedding colors - fall's most splendid hues - is a bright mélange of flora with a sprinkling of chartreuse. The tallest oak here is the steeple, reaching to the sky; its leafy limbs have framed an arbor made to beautify! Your eyes are dancing, and you wear a sweet, cute pumpkin grin as I approach, adorned in flowing satin, argentine. Our union, blessed like nature dressed in hues of harmony, is sealed with loving kisses under a vermilion tree.

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What Llama Lil Saw in BagDad


In Llama Lil's Cafe eating crackers and Stilton 
surveying the street and reading Milton 
Sits a strange and moody itinerant 
Icon for a well-known roll-on deoderant 
Under cover spy for a  US president 
Devoid of all human sentiment 
On assignment he was hand picked 
And his code name was Eggs Benedict 

Perusing the pages of Paradise Lost 
he re-read the phrase "At no human cost" 
For his orders were, to him revealed 
between the lines of Milton concealed 
and I suspect, though I really can't say
the reason for this strange communique
Was due to the results of a  wide-world survey 
Showing, few are caught dead, reading 'poet-ray' 

Deep in thought on his plan of attack 
He heard a blonde from the table at his back 
Summon the waiter with fingers clicked 
to order a double Eggs Benedict 
Mysteriously, in dark glasses AND reading Milton 
She slipped him a note- her number at the Hilton 

He felt a strange rumble in his tummy 
He remembered how the cheese tasted funny 
The last thing on earth our hero has seen 
are the spinning walls of Lil's, Argentine theme 

The rest of his life flashed past his eyes 
Is this the way a hero dies? 
Super -spy and icon for a well known deoderant 
Killed -from the effects of a straying rodent 

Missed his liason at the Hilton 
Some one mailed his copy of Milton,
pages torn and stained with Stilton (Yes! It was from the Bagdad Hilton!) 
To an address inside the cover 
T'was to: George W Bush. or someone or other 

Suzanne Delaney 
For PD's Make me Smile Contest

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Return To Dust

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

I'll See your face again
I swear it
No matter how far away they take you from me
Fading, Going Away, Don't be so afraid
Death is a Dream


The Cross Will Be lighter
Whisper the words
so sacred, so somber

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

A Fallen Angel looms over the lifeless stone
What Happened here must be true
I must live this life without you

Breaking the Silence
She began to Weep
The Epitaph ceasing to know 
We all must Return To Dust

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

The solitude is euphoric as an illusional clock
Of argentine fears swallow the last soul
Goodnight black rose of eternity
Goodnight dearest gothic phantom
Tonight The Earth consumes me




**Special Thanks To My Writing Partner Cayla Carr**

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Bernardo O'Higgins

Bernardo O’Higgins Riquelme
was born in Chillan in central Chile.
The bastard son of Ambrosio, Marquis de Orsorno,
his Irish-born father hailed from County Sligo.
Bernardo’s mother was Isabel Riquelme.
She was from a prominent South American family.
Bernardo was supported financially
after the father became a Peruvian viceroy.
Bernardo was sent to London while a young boy
where he was able to acquire a formal education.
He soon learned to despise Spanish domination.
Bernardo sought to fight for independence from Spain.
His homeland should not be a colonial domain.

He would share the same ideas as Francisco de Miranda.
This man hailed from the north in Venezuela.
Both men espoused the prospective idea
of a free and independent South America.

O’Higgins joined the Logia Lautaro in 1810.
He was helped by Argentine Jose de San Martin.
In 1814, the rebels suffered a costly defeat.
Into the Andes Mountains, the rebels had to retreat.
This loss came at the Chilean city of Rancagua
It started the period known as the “Reconquista”
In 1817, the rebels won a great victory.
The Battle of Chacabuco ended Spanish sovereignty.
Chile and Argentina were both declared independent.
Bernardo O’Higgins became Chile’s first president.

Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for pertinent information I obtained to 
write this presentation.

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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within

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HOW TO ALIGN A FINE LINE

HOW   TO   ALIGN   A    FINE    LINE  


Who can resist the pull of such a competition
Where  the rules are so clear,
But the topic is like sex in the 60s revolution: 
Filled with pitfalls but (yes, it was) -  freer  

          Similar to  the Argentine gaucho named Bruno 
          Who said well there’s one thing I do know
          - Slang is fine, 
          Intentional misspellings are divine,
          But a llama is numero uno. 

And whose  “who’s”   is in question?  Not mine!
Hey,  they’re writing “their” over there
When it oughta be “they’re”.. . . Ok, Fine!
The effect of all this is to affect my degree of care 
(And to effect a change in all poets, I hope).
Since mine is not a KNOCK-OUT of a poem 
And I am certainly no dope
Nor am I a gnome from Nome or even Chomsky Noam
I hesitate to use the non-existent 
Cringer word “irregardless” regardless 
Of the consequences  extant,
Or in future years countless.

……………………………………… 

                                                                                                     
Written by a nameless, talentless poet
For Nancy  Jones’s  Contest   “Fine Line”

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Therion

Slayer of dreams and reality Bow down to his Therion Majesty Vowed to Be beyond Spiritual Supremacy, But too Frail, but too Weak, Were these words of The Transgressor of Our Argentine Destiny Reigned with Blood And with Blood You shall Fall Never denounce the ways of The Wicked For the Wicked you Have Become I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself Look beyond the Book, See the Truth lying there, Gagged and Hooked, Silence screaming to Be Free The Draconian Revelation Will Save thee The same Cold Pressure has erupt inside The Beast dwells in your Pride Dipped in Argentine and Insanity, Captivated by the touch Never looking beyond the Sin, For the Scene remains Empty I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself In your mind When the world Falls, Parodiso will open her halls But not for you, Inferno Cries out for you Forever Malaoda will Be your destiny I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself

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Euphorianah'

The sapphire sun of what-were dreams
Setting in the forsaken east
My winters' desperation clung to your silent voice
Let death be a choice
Dusk revealed your truest nature
Before her argentine eyes
'Tis the darkest of tragedies, romances' maladies
Let your forgiveness be la Vie In this frozen air
The wings of my deepest despairs

Friend or foe?
The dagger close to my heart--
If your forgiveness is nigh
Let me know--or is this all a lie

Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah

The winterwind tears carress me
With whispers, (of) Someone I Once knew
Calming the fears inside
But the pain remains
--hallcunary rains 

Dreams fading with the Enya in your eyes
With the darkness of your hands
The silverfears of the pale moon
Shine on you

Lilyheart swain 
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah

Your eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, blue 
Sacrdice has a price
Heaven is calling us tonight

Cursed In shadowed illusions
Shall we dance?
Would there be a chance
Euphorinah 
Forgive me now
I will rip out every nail 
Of your coffin
I don't care if it's God it will offend

Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah

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Euphorianah

The sapphire-dust sun of what-were dreams
Swallow the scene, setting In the forsaken east
All I see, all I know fades into the reaper's monotone grey 
Death come near me, by my only choice 
My wintry desperation subdued, clings to they silent voice
The dusk reveals my truest nature before her blank argentine eyes
Life; the darkest of all tragedies, Romances' malady
Let me feel your breath in this frozen air
Your pulse shorter than ever
Despair's void grows inside me
Without, you I will live no longer

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

The winterwinds' tears fall on me
With whispers of you, someone I once knew
No matter in a dream or reality
Sweet tranquillity, stay with me
Calming the fears within
But the pain remains

The silvemoon's fears shine on you
Thine eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, so deathly blue
If sacrifice needs a price
The dagger shows-
Heaven is calling us tonight

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

Covered in shadowy illusions 
Shall we dance?
Death will be lie dominion
You are my only queen
Euphorianah

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

Just let me die
If I cannot see
Euphorianah 
This night 

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Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug

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Sacred Lorelei

The night has befallen me Rescue me, unchain me Sacred Lorelei Bleeding a passion of royalty Forever I'll follow your Argentine cloak with the most deadly pacts beautiful Witch Sacred Lorelei Tell me did the ravens Hear my cry My misery's plea Sacred Lorelei Was this all just upon a dream Lucidity becoming reality of my Sacred Lorelei A fiat of darkly desire from a most beautiful witch unchaining the burden of my misery All for my Sacred Lorelei

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Epitaph to fallen heroes

As we rallied to the Falklands cry,
And prepared ourselves to fight and die,
Some willing, some pressed, some volunteers,
All with deep down hidden fears.
Gangways gone, Hawser sip,
Sail Intrepid, fighting ship!!
Long hard days, sleepless nights
Working hard to get things right.
Ascension passed, Falklands closing
Argentine threat, everyone joking.
D Day troops- we pushed them through,
Still we laughed, so little we knew.
For us the war was still not real,
How could we know just what we'd feel.

Sympathy, hurt, pain and fears,
revulsion, hate, horror and tears
Bombs exploding - war is raging,
Begin to realise what we're facing.
Rockets loud and missiles firing,
Heroes living, heroes dying.
"Hit the deck" we hear the cry,
Please dear God I dont want to die
Air raid over, planes depart,
All quiet, that was just the start.
Weeks go past, countless plans
Intrepid:- Battle hardened veterans
Air raids come and air raids go
British Victory? Hopes they grow,
Ships hit, ships sinking,
People hurt, it gets me thinking,
So much pain and so much sorrow
Christ: it could be me tomorrow

Now at last Port Stanley taken
Argentine hopes, all are broken,
Britain has won, or have we really?
Peace has been paid for, very dearly.
Thousands of lives have been lost,
How can one start to count the cost!
Shortly, back to Britain will be the course,
Set by the victorious:- Task Force!
Into the arms of the waiting newsmen,
To be out on page one to page ten.
But when the publicity has all passed,
As I'm sure you know it cannot last,
Who'll remember the fallen lads,
Who gave their lives for the Falkland Islands.
The distant land no-one recalls,
Except when they bother to take a slight pause.
So take heed Politicians, look back over history,
And forget the Chivalry and the Glory.
They don' exist - lest not in this age,
Or can they in any future war we may wage.
Before you set forth on any crusade you may persue,
Remember the servicemen, you need to back you.
From this Epitaph, let one thing remain,
Don't even let one man have died in Vain!!!!!!

AEM(M)Clifford
20.6.82

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Two Lads Down Under

G'day, mate!...owyergoinmateorright?
Ayatravlin...nackered, eh? Zapped? eh?
Carn, have a bloody drink, ya bastard!...
Which Size Beer Do Ya Want, Mate?
...a seven for my mate!
Don't bag me...ya're not wrong
D'oh! I'm buggered...yair, a dole bludger
I pack in...first past the post...
I'm pack death...Ya tellin me
I had a bit with a lady, a bad lot
I was dacked in front of everyone
We had a bit of a yak on the phone last night
Am I Vaccinated with a gramophone needle?
...Struth! Scona rine... I smafter...




I chose Australian Dialect-- You already know my Argentine Dialect : )
http://www.slang-dictionary.org/Australian-Slang/
Inspired by Deborah's Contest: Dialect's Make the World Go Round!

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mother's vacation

Mother’s Vacation 

1946 the warmest May ever in Norway, mother went camping 
with her lover on an island. I was 8 and could boil potatoes and 
look after myself, but evenings that had no darkness was long, 
and this was before TV. A big war had just ended; mother was 
free to be young. I was reading a travel book “Argentina” when 
mother came back a bit earlier than planned, she looked radiant
and sun tanned. She spoke excitedly about fishing for crabs at 
midnight boiling and eating them warm. I think she came home
 feeling guilty for leaving. When she had spoken I continued to 
read the book about the pampas of Argentine. She could not bring 
herself to say she had missed me, and I was unable to tell her how 
 much I missed her... Next morning she went back to the island and 
I boiled potatoes and ate them with tinned sardines and continued 
to read books about great adventures.

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EDIBLE MUSIC

EDIBLE    MUSIC

The garlics are on grand piano in the corner,
Playing alone because  of their halitosis.
After  making each other’s mouth water,
Clever   lemons  blowing  their  trumpets  by osmosis.

Onions on sad violins making each other cry.
Mushrooms working in the dark but giving  it  a try.
Near the open window, beans   -   small but cute :       
Those classic wind instruments ,  the musical fruit.

Latin rumba from  Caracas with coconut maracas.
French  grapes    can-can    in chorus;
Smiling  bananas  can’t-can’t, but  just  enjoy the scene.
Tangos with an Argentine  tangerine.

Mangos mounting melodies on drums in  Afrikaans
Peas piping  on piccolos for an Italian folk dance
Rushing  polka dots  in a Russian  borsch  whirl.
Oyster shell castanets for a Spanish flamenco girl.

Asparagus dessed in  ballet shoes  always on tips, 
And of course as always,  Rose  shaking her hips.
All  rhythmic  foot-tapping  fruit 
Forever looking for a new recruit.

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argentia

Argentina.

When I got up and looked out of the window the village was 
floating on a cloud. I walked to where the cloud ended and 
saw the pampas of Argentine and horses galloping in a circle 
around a dead cypress. The horses looked tired and starved, 
but could not stop their senseless galloping around the tree. 
There were also many dead foals trampled down in the dust. 
I was in Buenos Aires once, remember a great ballroom and 
a big marble staircase I saw the dictator’s wife walk down it.
She was dressed in white and striking at a distance, but close 
up she looked hollow eyed and her skin was yellow. A band 
played wiener waltzes, officers and their women danced with 
decorum. It was only when thousand guitars struck up a cord, 
music born from paucity and dreams to break free and flee,
the dictator’s lady smiled and looked young again.

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Tomnahurich Hill

The full moon shines
On Tomnahurich Hill
Even looking
Gives you the chill
 
The Fairy hill
Mound of the dead
When white silhouettes walk
The townsfolk dread
 
A ship lost at sea
Engulfed by the mass
The cries of their drown
Rise through the grass
 
They call out the names
Of their loved ones they miss
This night of the dead
As they float through the mist
 
This crew of souls
Lost in their roam
Thousands of miles
From their Argentine homes
 
What amazes the townsfolk
Of Inverness
This crew lost at sea
In roaming distress
 
Their ship was lost
Of the Falklands coast
Thousands of miles away
But we see their ghosts
 
So when the full moon shines
On Tomnahurich Hill
No blood is spilt
Only their ghostly return will

 
 
To continue the Ghost trail, having being tagged by Sara Kendrick,
in turn i tag Mr Vince Suzadail Jr to do a ghost poem and tag a soul.
 
 
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy3.php