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Cannon Lee

The ocean shatters on the banks of my despair
where I stand above the cliffs in mournful yearning there,
amid the thunder and the lightning
that cracks the black of night
I curse the rocks below that took his precious life.
 
Oh Cannon Lee, Oh Cannon Lee!
 
my merman of the sea,
so beautiful a creature the world has never seen.
To gaze upon his beauty is to wake up in a dream
and drift forever in those tranquil eyes of green,
those dreamy eyes of my darling Cannon Lee.
 
I met him on the shore of Evermore
where he lay upon the rocks, his tail torn,
battered by the raging storm, so cold and so forlorn,
dying in the wake of early morn.
 
I wrapped myself around him, beneath my ermine cape,
and felt his shallow breath upon my tear-stained face
as he took me with a kiss
to his land beneath the sea,
the only place where he could ever live and breathe.
 
Visions of Atlantis were painted in my mind,
a castle on a cliff where liquid valleys wind
amid the blue and green
and all the shades of light that fall between,
the difference of awake and in a dream.
 
And in that final hour
his heart began to beat as mine,
and I knew for evermore that I would never find
a love so deep, complete and so divine
as the love that stole my heart, my soul, my mind,
my darling Cannon Lee.
 
And now I stand upon the cliff of Evermore,                
and fall into those dreamy eyes of green once more.

                                  ~~~

Author:  Elaine George

Inspired by:  Edgar Allan Poe

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Dancing In The Sandpipers Ruins.

The walls have fallen and the grounds overgrown,
If you’d never been here you might never have known,

The stair that lead nowhere from the cracked ocean deck,
With the waves of the hurricane slowly it’s swept,

The light from her windows once lit up the Atlantic,
From all over they came for that weekend romantic,

To take long evening walks on a moon water beach,
While the laughter spills out and the music would reach,

Stirred in with the breeze creating crisp melodic sound,
In the flash of an instant discover paradise found,

For here moments were shared and each one becomes,
The memories of time in which we’re forever young,

A place to rekindle that once adolescent desire,
Here the poets retreated to compose and inspire,

Now these few crumbling walls are all that remain,
From a night of disaster that devoured in flame,

Now the patrons return their memories cupped in hand,
Hearing ballads of wave from the sea’s ethereal band,

I saw them closing their eyes once again hearing those tunes,
Traveling back to their youth…as they dance in the ruins

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Our First Gift Rediscovered

Those old memories crash
     Like frenzied hurricane waves
          Upon our sand and stone beach
     Our sacred moment
          Where innocent love blossomed
               We cast our childhood into the sea

That sweet July night beckons
     Two pure spirits from their haven
          Phantom lovers illumed before me
     Awash in newborn love’s passion 
          I buried a coal stone in the sands
               Promising you diamonds at nightfall

Laughing you covered every stone
     In that moment I truly found myself
          Under the summer moon I held you
     Gifting you the gems alight in the skies
          Embracing the lovers faded leaving a kiss
                On the spot where I laid it so long ago

…So I could return to you

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Activity #28

"Such beauty"
"Such grace"
"Such wonder"
"Such waste"

That is what they said to me
As she climbed the forbidden tree

Some said she'd make it
Some said she'd fall
Some tongues stood still
As she climbed through it all

When she reached the top at last
She found the magic had just past

She climbed down
Without a fight
As people left
Saying they were right

As the leaves began to stir
I stayed there, waiting for her

As people fled
Leaving just us
She came to me
Saying, "It's not lust."

To prove her love, she climbed the tree
So now I know that she loves me

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THE HUNTRESS

A pursuer at an precocious age,
Instantly able to set the stage.
Unaware of the glare from a piercing stare,
Calculated thoughts and moments planned; the prey would be snared. 

Indulging in oratory flights of beautiful language,
Enticed by a venomous tongue the prey languished.
Striking the first note of genuine eloquence,
The Huntress pillaged without rendering an element of forbearance.

The impending execution of the venom ignited an explosion,
That there was an instant expulsion.
From the impending death,
The prey took a long deep breath.

The craving of the Huntress had grown,
The prey subsided with a shuddering moan.
Towered by the Huntress’s shadowing eclipse,
Impetuous feeling the softness of her kiss.

	


@  Tunisia Torres
2/3/2009

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It's your attention to detail

Gentle caresses sweep my skin
with creeping tenderness,
devouring every curve of my body
and feeling its sizzling melt 
against your skin.
Your loving gaze enters my soul
striking away all attempts 
to keep the padlocked
heart and mind 
shuttered from any harm.
Your finger tips tantalize 
my womanly form
raising delightful awareness.
You lead my chin towards you
brush your nose and lips 
over my face as you slowly
move towards my mouth
then meet, magically.
Explosive emotions 
dynamite through my mind 
as we meld together
powerless 
I become putty in your hands
and you play purposely 
mastering your art
knowing it’s your attention 
to detail that matters
in loving me.

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Late Night On Salisbury Ave.

The meadow's radiance gradually dimmed
and evening littered far and wide
it encouraged the unfamiliar 
and everything uncertain.

The night accelerated sounds of anticipation 
as a thousand strangers loomed
 
and I thought him to be a foreigner 
until he glanced twice 
as his smile slightly dropped
 astonishment plagued him

Insecurity encompassed me
as I turned away in doubt 
betrayed by the numinous... 
that often guides my thoughts

He left with lady and child, to merge 
With a thousand anticipating strangers 
 and the northern lights sheltered me
  the explosions across the sky 
gave satisfaction -to so much expectation 
that unexpectedly emerged 

Then the night was briefly soundless; 
the applause prolonged 
as were my duties...by my immersion
and within what felt like only seconds
he was passing, 

 through a thin pane of glass 
all I could yield was a smile, 

a smile to the incredulity within his eyes. 

Enclosed with the evening...was the meadow, 
and the difference was indistinguishable.

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This Dream

She sits in the dark
Gazing out that window pane.
She's there every evening.
She sees the stars as anything but plain.

She looks so lonely there.
She appears as if one day
Someone special enchanted her,
Then had taken her heart away.

Suddenly, she stops her gaze and gets up.
She stumbles in the dark for her other shoe..
That lovely grin, I swear, seemed as if
She knew she had someone, somewhere to run to.

She walks out to that lamp-lit
Cobblestone street, and, with one whistle,
Calls a stagecoach to go north to that
Green valley full of thistle.

Once she arrives, she stands and looks
Down at the valley so full of beauty.
She then begins to walk closer to what
Appears to be a tall oak tree.

Still grinning, she draws closer to this 
Tree standing beside a river...
What's this? It would also appear
There is someone there awaiting her!

When she gets to this scene, she dantily sits
Next to him. He wraps his arms around her tight,
Kisses her, and tells her not to cry,
Holds her closer, then told her everything's alright.

With a tear in her eye, she looks at him,
Then rested her head on his shoulder.
They then begin to fall asleep 
Gazing at the moon's reflection on the river.

The couple falls to a deep sleep
Just after admiring the moon above,
While I'm sitting and crying to see
There are two so deeply in love.

It brings tears to my eyes 
To see such a beautiful scene, 
But also to know I have to wake up
Because they fell in love in my dream.

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Torturous Twenty Four.

Forlorn in midnights vastness
Twinkling cousins as patient companions
She covets him
Her blushing glow pacifying the empty night
Descending toward dawn
Anxious Lingering

He will come for her…

Slowly the stars fade out and night dissipates in morning mist
Ocean breezes begin murmuring the promise
Life begins again this new day

He ascends the heavens upon brilliant light
His rending ardor glowing sultry upon her face
Almost becoming one they embrace in chaste love 
Only for the moment before she falls away

Mirroring souls caught in a cyclical lovers dance
Reaching out for the other at dawn and dusk
Losing one another time and again

Forlorn within the midday skies
Gentle clouds and albatross as patient company
He yearns for her
His heavy radiance granting the gifts on the new day
Descending towards twilight
Restless Lingering

She will come for him…

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Motherland

Motherland (Eclogue) 

In the country of my forefathers, 
Economy is friendless and upset, 
Politics are sleeping with labour, 
Justice is seducing foreign crime, 
Poetry is turned on, but it fears, 
Traditions keeps history hostage, 
Religions are attempting suicide, 
Nature is busy biting its tongues, 
Fruits are swearing at their trees, 
Education shows God axis finger, 
Seas gets shallow, graves deepen, 
Life confront its first nightmares, 
Death is satisfying its final desire, 
Future is stinking nothing but lies, 

June 13, 2003

By Mohlouoa Ntsasa

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Right Person, Wrong Time

Right person,
Wrong time
Holding to this moment
Forever intertwined
The perfect fit
My hand in yours
We have this moment
But we can't have more
Our time is short
So savor the now
No room for words
Just silent vows...

Our eyes are locked
He holds my stare
So secure and safe
An answered prayer
Soft touch, smooth skin
Poetic on its own
Like a movie scene
Perfect in its sweetness
Content if I could add
This is all I'd need
If today was all we had

Every dimension
Stained in my mind
I see your heart
You feel my smile
Your thoughts are mine
Both souls refined

Maybe in another life
We will find our way
This one I'll spend 
In reminisce of today
I'll look back with gratitude
As you've changed me in ways
And everyday
I'll say your name when I 
pray
In a different timeline
Our story will transcend
But in this life
Our story has to end.

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My Purple Hibiscus

She arrived the year I thought I broke free
From the seductive hold of art and all art-meets
I shunned the temptation
But she broke into my tube
Televising purpose and purple hibiscus
Her first fine flower of an early budding
In an enchanting voice and visage...
And something in me sought to pluck
At the comind of Half of a yellow sun
I trod from La Campaign Tropicana to Jazzhole
To keep a date with a daydream;
Sniffing into all the farflung path of her purple 
Hibiscus
And there she was,the lady in my tube
I gazed longingly upon a stately sight with a well-
Laid out  body structure
That mates so well with her sentence structure
There she was,the ancient child in a haste to change.

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A Single Shell

An egg’s hatched.
The eagle swoops in search,
For quarry to carry in its pick.

The shell cracks; emerges outwards slowly the chicks.
They shuffle tenderly with cautious steps and flicks.
The eagle smiles post a quick survey.

Finds one shell for both prey;
Flies away.


Poetry Form - Trois Par Huit

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The Vacum Of Complete Tranquility

Each day claws at my heart ---
Tearing away a layer of it's texture ---
Soon it will be fully exposed ---
Allowing it to feel the embrace of death ---
There will be no horns blowing ---
Nor the sound of angel's wings fluttering ---
I will not see a bright light ---
No tunnel will I travel down ---
Harps will not welcome me ---
Yet I feel, I will not enter Hell's inferno ---
Possibly, the most I can hope for is eternal rest ---
Away from the things that made my life unhappy ---
Safe from the claws that ravaged my heart ---
Going into the vacum of complete tranquility. 

Note: This poem is dedicated to Charles Darwin

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Bedtime prince

I look for you within the night.
With tall tale words of wishful flight. 
Thy eyes are gazed upon you brightly.
With hopes, and dreams at heart.
 I do not believe in Fairy tales, But a yearning in my heart. 
I seize to fantasize of unrealistic things.
For my knight in shinning armor has faded with thy dreams. 
For when my eyes are open, and reality settles in. 
If only you could turn back time, and do it all again.

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Tanabata Knock



Medusa’d
dishevelled, 
and snake oiled gleaming

That day of grey Tuesday was remediously teeming

Simply chilli,
chopped onion,
or tragedy-eyed streaming



Girls Gone Wilderness, 
cling-filminess;
two sopping wet cupfuls

I opened, then poured some number of n-tuples

We were one o’ those 
fight nail,
tooth pick olive,
and lemon twisted couples


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A PHEONIX IN HER HEART

Once upon a fortunate time
I saw a princess that was so sublime.
She was *embellished with the beauty of a Seraph.
Therefore, in her heart, I sowed a seed that would etch a lovely *pyrograph.
That special *calescent egg of divine source
Was implanted to guide the maiden on her predestined course.
Then, as time passed by, the eggshell began to crack.
'Twas a rare bird breakin' through the sack.
And behold! a baby Pheonix.
Oh...there was the babe in love's *matrix!
Right away the little chick began emitting sparks-
Tiny sparklin' flares which left fond marks.
Despite that, as the bird grew, she ignore'
Due to the shyness that was resting in her core.
Thus the foul began to feel *claustrophobic.
So... that was the moment to perform fervor's magic.
Overwhelmed with an ardent vehemence the Pheonix lit on fire,
And, inhaling and exhaling, flames he did respire.
Then, the horizon of the young girl's heart got ablazed.
Suddenly, the lass began to feel amazed.
And right after, a conflagration of passion consumed all resistance,
Thereby leaving peace on the fiery bird's semblance.
Now it was able to soar through the sweetheart's soul.
So the Pheonix accomplished his fate and the damsel her goal--
'Cause she pursued her prince,
And *enamoring him, they lived happily ever after since. 

*Embellish-- adorn.
*Pyrogragh-- a design produced by pyrograghy. Pyrograghy is the act of producing drawings 
on wood, leather, etc., by using heated tools or a fine flame.
*Calescent-- increasing in warmth; getting hot.
*Matrix-- an enclosure within which something originates or develops; a womb.
*Claustrophobic-- suffering from claustrophobia. Claustrophobia means an abnormal fear of 
being enclosed in a confined space.
*Enamor-- inspire with love or delight. 


For Sami Al-Khalili's contest

  

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Found

I found a boy where I left myself
he was looking for me
like he had for centuries

i found a boy with eyes like the sun
he looked at me 
and instantly knew my past

i found a boy who dosent mind my defects
he likes the fact that sometimes fairytales are just make believe
and he wants me in his.

i found a boy where i least expected
he has been in love with me for as long as he can remember
and he waited patiently for me to find him

i found another part of me 
in a boy 
i found in a place where
i left all that i was
and commenced to
being 
the girl this boy.....
  
looks at with such wonder
stares at with  much delight
forgives constantly
holds tightly
cherishes daily
and
loves unconditionally

i found the boy 
who brought me back to life
and pledged to make me the
biggest part of his.

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From Dusk Till Dawn

Distant You Were In Tortured Dreams

*Even My Imagination Won’t Let Us Entwine*

Your Eyes Spoke Miles of Unavoidable Truths

*Honesty That Should Only Exist in Reality*

Every Night I Loved, Every Day I Lost

*When Will This Ache End?*

You Took Away My Rest and Left Me Exhausted

By Your Commitment to Haunt Me


*At Last Illusions Evolve to My Hearts Contentment*

From the Touch of Hands

Now Those Nights Could Never Cause Resentment




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Outta Love Wilderness

We exchanged glances
Slugs from her eyes exploded into 
blazes
I couldn’t dodge, maugre I flinched 
hard
With a flick of her blinkers she 
brought musical box
Playing unceasing medieval ballad in 
my head
I realized the duration I had 
whistled in the dark.
 
As a deer fly pants to spread 
tularemia
So my  gentle soul hankers after her
My eyes glued to her inviting 
cleavages;
Epitome of a pictorial archetype 
depicting an Arabian princess
I read the instructions on her face to 
the letter
I could make out letter of intent on 
her fickle lips
Her lips are nature’s nectar!

Take me out of this wilderness, she 
whispered in hushed tone
Beneath the veneer of my tender 
ears
I felt the gentle touch of her auburn 
hair
The smell of her womanly scent 
smeared the tip of my nose
Shivers fluttered in drops across my 
body
If only ululation could bring down 
angels from heaven
I would summon the whole angels in 
heaven
Feelings of unfailing anticipation 
buck up every nerve in my body.

A gentle touch from my velvet hand 
moistened every fiber
She had in her squishy and tanned 
skin body
All over her plummy body were 
honeypots
In plain sight even to the blind eyes
We were receptive of our tingly and 
sensual hunch
Leaning on each other nakedly in 
brazen openness
We could feel our spirit sync our 
heart desires
In deep winter garden our burning 
passion streamed
We serenaded our souls as we 
prayed to live in winter melon.

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EMPOWERING INNOCENCE

written 21st June 2013


A 'single'.. rose grows with purity, into a field, en-fenced
 from that 'moment' it buds, watch...as its passion, and grace.. intertwine
It begins to bloom, with such confidence
 showing off.. its elegance, with 'complete' dominance
For you are left... 'totally' unaware of an, 'entire' field of daisies, swaying.... such poetry
 such passion, and grace.. still exists in the heart, of humanity
The worlds future... 'completely' relies on 'peace' to become heard
 but how far has...man let it go, our hearts hold hope, for the same entity
Peace, love and harmony
 for those "who" choose to believe
Jesus freed, the curse we received by 'Adam' and 'Eve'
 they have found, love and peace
Taking it upon themselves, they help... the next man, to be 'free'
 within God's own time, we 'will' see, heaven on earth
For it is 'still' a gift... we all receive, at the hour of our birth
 


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Miracle at Bethany

Lost in the divine languor of deaths sleep
Somewhere distant he heard the call of his name…

Barely sensing the avidity of life’s gift
Recalling the auger of the messiahs promise…

He rebuked the plea under the swathe of deaths eye,

Again the distant voice demanded of him
Forcing him to recall all that he had once been…

Beheld of the need to carry the word
Forcing himself to his feet inside the dark sepulcher…

Consciousness breached the boundaries of his mind,

With a heavy breath he carped at the pain
Racking through a body lost in the rigid shroud of death…

With each aching footfall he moved toward his salvation,

Again came the command, “Come forth”
The cherubic beauty of the voice persuading him…

Lazarus stepped into the light to live again.


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SEX WORKERS

Late at night,
when the world is quiet,
they can plan to work,
to get what to eat.

What's funny,
they sweat the whole day,
but all what they get,
they spend them at once,
and then they starve.

Funny as they are,
my mum at home,
she nicknamed them,
a funny sweet name,
" I  eat all i get'.

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sweet peace

Jesus is a friend so dear
He whispers "sweet Peace"
in my ear.

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Ashton's Flight

pink lollipop on yellow cotton candy tree
marshmallows in meadows hold up me;
i sail on peppermint wings... amongst...

around these beautiful things

i have no cat that plays no fiddle
no dish running away with a spoon
but evening finds me decked out in splendor

as I fly by that cow jumping over the moon

my wings flash silvery in the moon's glow
a mighty sight to people below
they hold their breath and sigh,

 how   d o e s   she fly so slow!!!

now everyone knows I am landing and dread it
woe and woe is me...
my head is thumping, my heart is jumping 

oh Lord, How I hate reali -Tee, ---Hee Hee Hee