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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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