*this is by primary school me, AKA 9-11 yr old me?
The serene crystal clear water,
Watching, waiting,
Calm placid waves lap up against sandy shores,
Playful dolphins leaped up from tranquil water posing for the sun,
As light pierced through peaceful water,
Like a diamond worth millions,
The graceful mysterious stingray,
So beautiful but so deadly,
Camouflaged below the shallow water,
Moving so elegantly through the sea,
Like a butterfly,
Shading into the sand beneath the ocean,
The venomous tail of the stingray,
Raging fiercely onto its prey,
Poisoning its target,
Oblivious of what happens on the sea bed,
Lapis blue water turns blood red.
The beautiful stingray,
Hovered over the coral like a UFO gliding across a moonless night,
Filling its prey to the brim of fright,
As it swiftly drifted across the water.
Was you a shadow, mystical, fairy-made,
Or a super being born of another realm?
I vivid recall knowing you in a Godly moment
When angels and high spirits roamed free.
My heart leaped- you were a goddess in form.
Every tension in me reached for your attention.
There it was: a second of awe and amusement,
A coincidence of eyes meeting an angel's gaze.
I believed you were redemption
For my lost cause in affection.
It felt like we belonged to the celestial,
Though miles apart across the border's oceans and emotions.
We aligned like nature with its beauty,
We were in it—truly in it.
The emotions that carried us then
Were nothing but purified love.
Surviving_Pawn
What trace
Of fish madness
Remained
When trout
Leaped
And
Frothed
The water,
Mayflies
Brushed away
In silence.
the woods were abnormally quiet
we pitched our tents in silence
honoring the quietude of the forest
I noted some gorgeous pines in the distance
heard a tiny sound, turned and saw a deer’s white tail
She had leaped into the thicket, so I missed the rest of her
my camping buddy whispered for me to come closer
I did, and he handed me his binoculars.
Don’t make any loud sounds, but look over there.
I did not see anything unusual at first.
He gave me additional directions, and I noted one unusual tree.
It seemed to be thicker than the others.
I commented on it. He told me to magnify the lens
There was an enormous bigfoot staring at us.
I nearly dropped the binoculars. My mouth squeaked.
Don’t be afraid, my companion said. I have seen this one before.
Suddenly I knew that he was out of his mind.
I did not know whether to run away or to stay.
Verse 1
Epitaph for the Queen of the Night
A starlit siren, she shone so strongly bright,
The radiant, raving ruler of the night's riot
right.
Her dance a dream, her dress a diamond
delight,
Now silence seals the stage, the spotlight
still so slight.
The final fade, the curtain closes calmly,
clear,
Her music memory,missed moment, mist
most marvelous here.
Verse 2
Epitaph for the Dance Master
The king of the tounship (1) , a crazy champion came,
A body bent to beating drums, a legend's
lasting lame.
He spanned the shebeen stage, a shining
storm of movement mean,
Shebeen queens quaked and wept at the
dancing scene.
The beauties bleeding blushes, threw their
threads,
He leaped from tables,laid problems to
peaceful deads.
His rhythm's a ripple on the river.forever
flowing free.
The dance just disperses,but his beat
belongs to the ground and the sky.
1. Tounship--township,location, slum, ghetto,
great green grizzly gorilla came by to sit on my knee.
I was horrified and yelped “why did he pick me?”
He’s cute, said my husband. Be still, or you’ll make him blue.
Okay, I agreed, but I am turning him over to you.
a lively, little lamb bounded in to sit on my lap.
gorilla and husband were laughing. One said you’re such a sap.
I was thinking lamb chops for supper as I stroked her soft wool.
She read my mind, and dashed away, meadow was her goal.
Next entered a fluffy bear with big black beautiful eyes.
That he fit through our teeny dog door was an enormous surprise.
The gorilla leaped off my husband and dove through that door.
Three fluffy potential pets, but only one to show you, Lenore.
Autumn’s first colorful leaf
leaped at my feet
Though I am no longer excited
by bold promises, false pretexts
Pickup
Everything leans towards you, a ranch, a sunset,
one of those pink and mauve and purple jobs
torn from the pages of an old Arizona
Highways magazine. The gate to the corral
is white but all worn out and flaky, and the horses
all have wheels in their eyes and wheels within
those wheels like the transmission
of that rusted yellow Studebaker pickup up
on blocks out back. No one
drives by anymore, but there's a for sale sign
anyway, hanging from a chain, a rusty bucket
shot full of holes on the porch,
and the front door swings back and forth,
open and shut, reveals s female figure
whom the old man took in after the accident,
who lived there briefly, offering some solace,
until the boys came home on one of their visits
and turned her inside out and she wound up
weaving in her best dress down the dirt road to town
wondering if they'd ever leave her alone again.
Two nights later the horses leaped over the fence,
the rosettes in their eyes spun and spun until
they ignited, and people, even those who lived in town,
saw flaming horses plunge across the sky.
A pool in the shade.
water torn with small ripples.
goldfish darted up and down,
in limpid water.
when the carp leaped suddenly,
I heard the pond's melody.
A silent forest, where trees are red
The sky is green, where the animals are dead
I come across a flowing river
The sight enough to make me shiver
A sight of a women so frail and thin
The child in her arm longing the warmth of her skin
The sight unfolded, the flowers all dull
I walked furthermore to find a huge pill of skull
They looked as if they were grinning
Like old friends dinning
The crisp cold wind embraced me
Only to reveal the mirror of the sea
My heart leaped out of my chest
To my horror, a man laid to rest
On top of a glowing crest
I ran out of ink
I guess that is where this horror links
To a dream leading to hell
As the temple rung it's last bell
It must not go unsaid.
they were charming people who understood my concern
to have an ill wife who needed care more than
an old pension can bear was to invest with them in
a scheme that out great dividends
An investment where my uncle's son was the facilitator
what else could go wrong, his skeptical heart
sensed a new spring and leaped in the hope of a new
dawn, free of the struggle, which bill to pay today
When the time came to harvest the award, they
asked for more, much more than he could offer
He shut the door, counting his losses, and sold his
beloved invalid bike, he must learn to walk again
His instinct was rage against the people who had
cheated him, but also the rage of the dimming of light
of time, of old age, but rage against himself
dreaming a dream no longer available for old men
In the old graveled alley, overgrown with weeds,
at footfall, locusts sprang and leaped,
triggering a riot.
But soon their swelling motion
subsided like fried popcorn on a skillet.
Out the window my dream go
Escaped from the clutches of self
Wandering the streets beggarly
A holigan besmeared in slime and guts
Where is my dream? Where is the world I hoped to see myself?
Why is my world gray? Of what hope is me without my dream?
So I wake by dawn.
Armed with my knife and my gun.
Out in search of my dream
In pursuit of wandering hope
I crouch
I crawl
I kneel
I bawl
I wait for time to search for me
I plead with the winds to take me to my dream
I plead to the heavens to see me
10 years old at heart, clutching at his heart.
Alone in the midst of a graduating crowd.
The Best ignored swallowed by the greedy despair
That night, at Midnight, my dream ran
Out the window. Leaped like a monkey
Wandering around the streets beggarly
Unkempt, besmeared in slime and guts
And so I search
High above and down below
For the day I reunite with my dream
But until then, I waste away.
There’s nothing underneath my feet but lots of empty air.
I should have looked before I leaped, but I don’t really care.
I have no net or parachute, a devil on a dare.
And even at this altitude I see you everywhere.
I’m falling…
I’m falling…
I’m falling for you.
I look up to see my shoes. I’m rushing toward the ground.
Out of all control, I cruise and yell a joyful sound.
Accelerating, speed on speed. Down! I’m falling down!
And in the midst of it I see your love is all around.
I’m falling…
I’m falling…
I’m falling for you.
Shooting stars and meteorites, they’ve got nothing on me.
Dropping at the speed of light and doing brilliantly.
Rocketships and U.F.O.’s all move to let me pass.
I’m going where they cannot go and moving way too fast.
The wind is whistling by my ears. I offer up a prayer.
But I’m not feeling any fear, at least that I’m aware.
Caught up in your gravity I’ve happiness to spare.
‘Cause looking all around I see your love is everywhere.
I’m falling…
I’m falling…
I’m falling for you.
Conceiving himself to be dead,
He leaped like a ghost from his bed.
But finding no wings
Supporting of things,
He fell like a mortal instead.
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