Amidst trees cover; shelters shadow, lace
Ferns, and flora. A citadel's embrace
Once coppice now cracks, and cushion soft moss.
Liana crawls upon the stone, exhausts
Castle walls for access to the filter
Of sunlight, sweet fragrant magic philter.
Noiseless dark and deep, disquiet rhythmic
Mistral wind, alongside natures lactic,
Lying in ill warrant still slumbering.
Its own age quill rule; restless wandering
In its grandeur, brandish securities.
Ought they, beget these magical beauties,
Crows radiant mid-night impudent thieves,
Where breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves.
4/17/2020
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Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves - From the poem, The last goodbye
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I'd stopped to have a rest on our morning jungle trek
and had leaned against a liana covered tree
in this land I was a stranger and I didn't see the danger
that was lurking just a foot away from me.
With the pinpoint lightning strike like a fencer's foil might
it attacked, then a hiss, and it was gone
it's fast acting Dendrotoxin knocked me out like I'd been boxing
but thank God I had my guide to call upon.
The doctor checked my throat and got out some antidotes
though he didn't know what species had attacked,
but my guide had took a shot, and the photo he had got
would be proof enough to back up all the facts.
The doctor took a look and consulted in a book
after leafing through the pages he declared
“ You're lucky to be here, it's a species to be feared
and if it had been me, I'd have been scared”.
I went white as a sheet, he said “ it's length is fourteen feet
coal black eyes, scales lime green, belly of amber,
but the crown on it's head confirms to me without a doubt
you've been bitten by a lifetime premium Mamba.”
Through the forests of Sumatra
Through the dark and sweaty jungle
Proud and fearless pads the tiger
Pads through bamboo, palm, liana
Powerfully swims across the water
Webbed feet pounding ‘gainst the current,
Unaware of near extinction
Forest dwindling, disappearing
Shrinking by illegal logging
Teak for tables, chairs and profit.
Will our tiger last the decade ?
To our children, ancient history ?
Ancient history, myth and mystery
With the sun-bear and the hornbill ?
Spring to action like the tiger
Planting trees and education
Guardians all of unique creatures
We can save the Sumatran tiger.
Age ain't nothing but a number.
Aerial ruby-red
Lithe liana and
Impulsive night-black jaguar,
Young, playful, wild,
Amusing in chime...
Hues of metal and blood flood.
Axes make crosses.
Aluminium nonchalant moon
Licking leaves of the purple willows.
I discern a vague amber face
Yelling through winds, smokes and ashes.
Anchors and chains, arms and boats and oars -
Heavy sands hide them all.
Ancient abyss opens wide.
Absolutes of January ask for immediate answers.
Lines of the black flaming eyes -
I still seek for the signs of dead love through the
Years of Siberian snows.
Apples of January -
Heavy are they, hold them tight, hold them high.
Age ain't nothing but a number.
Arial ruby-red
Lithe liana and
Impulsive night-black jaguar,
Young and playful and wild.
Are you artless enough in the art of ascending to love?
Here comes hush after rush.
Aaliyah
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Aaliyah Dana Haughton - the Princess of R&B
(January 16, 1979 - August 25, 2001)
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Revised on Jan 10, 2013
Initial version written on Jan 11, 2010
You’re wishing to excel the gods in pride –
Your posture is the bearing of a magic empress.
You do not deign to yield to poet’s try.
Alas! I’ve fallen victim to the willful priestess.
So Cupid famous laughs at me this way.
Inventive soul, he’s eager for a trial:
He whispers you that I’m a wretched rake,
To me this playful boy sends your denial.
The trapper is keen badly on his play:
Forgetting that his arrow gives us wound,
And Dionysus makes us all delay
And we take our images which loom.
Oh, if he could have turned me from a man,
embraced by twisting of liana, in the stem!
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