Long Avalon Poems
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Virtues are more than they appear to be.
Ripples of connectivity.
Something switched on with the light?
A companion, manual, override.
Especially when storm clouds rear- appear to ruin the blue skies'-
But not like a knife,
that cuts the whole in holes,
of possibility.
Like procedural shears.
Is it Godless or Goddess ambrosia?
A poultice tea for the sick?
A placebo innoculation against lack of faith?
Selfishness in self paranoia,
Just for your sake.
A dark principality and clever mind-
Vampirism-Medicating prophylactively against
the stake, like an aneurism.
Those pesky ghosts of darkness.
In the blood.
Possess your sconces, flame, dead.
After it burns your wick at both ends.
Seek to destroy, the lightbringing.
Your senses dampened,
fuse blown
guard down.
Darkness.
On the Rampage.
Rampant.
Their Entrance.
Gained instead.
your abode,
not yet
accepting the gift of Life ?
lone
you abide,
Crashing the rifts,
Is this right?
Do YOU still not believe?
YOU are a (A still born-unborn,)
that be's -
the one that grieves?
A loss.
Of integrity?
Keeps an eye on the prize.
Under the storm of seize.
The Gate Keeper with beauty under wing.
Keep an eye for.
The Ace up the sleeve.
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No strings attached, divorce yourself from responsibility, integrity.
Lies.
Faithful predictability?
No connectivity. No breath or girth
No cosmic sister. No brother.
Accident of birth, No love or family or anything home team.
Insignificant things or other?
Life, just random, little, quirks?
The illusion filament.
An antibody to judgment,
Ultimately, to be or not to be
sedated
by needs?
Deflated by deeds
Unplanted seed.
A Dawn to share.
Unborn fruit to bare.
No fear.
He IS near.
Integrity is there,
a silver lining that adds true colors hue
against the black and white.
The false and the true.
Out of the blue.
Something that makes Avalon appear in the misty near.
Clearly.
A magic against the shade of Night.
A cloak and warmth to pull tight.
Peace of mind.
I say piece of soul.
That is never changing.
Someone to be connected to is
happiness, an insurance policy against a reason to be.
~ for Sami ~
oh ...
a pity, that …
such sweet sadness, yours
my lovely lass, lost ...
do not let your lip tremble so ...
it was not made for such iniquity
it was not shaped to
sublime bow-like grace to
be such a dark
dynamism of emotion
or to be the quivering spout of
some slavering
goddess ...
oh, it can push a word or
phrase to hypnotize
it can bring a breathy seduction to
any sonorous expression -
turn my very name
into molten madness
or salacious sigh ...
but even that fails witness to
the verity of its
purpose ...
(a primal and poisonous perpetude)
for it is The Keep -
the bane of my constitution
the very fate of every
such fool whose meat is but
manna for his passions ...
pray, do not bring such sad motion to
that which gilds the gods and
whittles hearts to
compliance -
least, that which thrums, hot,
this very chest -
my capture and my undoing
Avalon and Abaddon
my life, my death
my salvation and doom
my food and my starvation
the ripe, dewy plum that
dangles a-branch
waiting to be
savored ...
perfection's bloom
and the divine portal of sin ...
a most tender press
velvety ... warm
your angelic wings
your throne of judgement
your vessel
your venom ...
your kiss.
An Eventriude-Fountain Opining Spring,
of Love at first Site,
mine eyes singing a wet dream;
of song that wishes this very thing.?
Of your haunting.
Of Love for Ever, the forge
of liquid fires pour of urning lever.
Fantasian Fever Evermore.
Strangely birthed Aeons at our door.
"If You Do Come This Fall of Love
You Are Welcome Home."
Home in the wild of Grove.
In my garden of song of treasure troves.
"Let us both give of our hands in fold".
Come Out Of Silence
& Liven up Our Senses-nerve.
Pray the light doth take us upon it's womb,
newly born.
Tremble The Dawn.
Uproot my hedge;
against deathroes and time to undo.
Come Spring Let Winter not languish on
without remorseful verb;
or apology's coarsing, coersing dew.
You are due, supple to my soul and my lips.
In heart you will come,
to blaze the glory of the Sun.
For my sun-sets and rises with your dawn,
dusk dawning it's remisscent-dusts
of my trusts by your kiss,
in oath or busting lusts.
Let us pray, and be thence
Blessed by the Triune Omniscient -
Love O curse.
In my Garden of Mists.
In our Avalon, between Loch Ness
and the Craters of the Moon-
caverned in thirst.
Let US be!
Beings shielded by the Sun's milky ray,
in Firesburst.
I can recall another lifetime, one where I could fly
Gazing down upon the earth, moonlight glinting in my eye
A king among the stars with a piercing call that could terrify
I was once a mighty falcon, a raptor of the sky
Soaring majestically brought exhilarating thrills
Cruising deep valleys and magnificent hills
Preparation for the hunt was how I honed my skills
The sweat and toil all worthwhile when the blood finally spills
I patiently stalked my prize below; death was now en route
My mind made up instantly, my focus absolute
Diving at breakneck speed was my key attribute
Blazing through the clouds, the Reaper’s in hot pursuit
The thrill of the hunt, an innate yearning since ancient Babylon
My prey chirped sweet melodies until he was sprung upon
I clasped him tightly within my powerful talon
His life force swiftly dispatched as his soul journeyed to Avalon
Moments after my car crash, I was overcome with visions so clear
Echoes of a life I lived before I ended up here
Memories flooded back, and down my cheek rolled a welcome tear
For this alternate existence, I once held so dear
A past life as a falcon engulfed my human brain
Vast skies were my territory, my conquered domain
I embraced the rasping wind and a deluge of torrential rain
This incredible revelation has numbed all my agonising pain
I was once quite different from the man that lies here now
I've awoken from this human dream, and I just can’t comprehend how
Fortunately, my injuries are just too severe, so it’s time to take a bow
As I long to return to those blue skies once more, that’s my dying vow
I am walking in the garden
of an ancient city
The walls are covered
with climbing ivy of a delicate hue
The dews are thick after the warm rains
There in the middle, the stately statue
withstands the stains
Covered in ivy of a intricate green
Blooms of unknown life glowing red
I trace the path of last foot falls
The age is broken and anew
Stone is cracked crazy filigreed
In the ancient courtyard
I follow it down a foreign history
The sun splashing though over growth
Over head the winds unsettles monolithic trees
Exotic birds sing songs to creation
The gold, ambler, crimson leaves take flight
Dripping on the weedy ground
Puddling in the warm sparkling rays of a dying sun
Leting it spill over me
The fading green bright fresh
In this ancient city of Avalon
This lost garden of Eve
The last empire of Adam
Mans only memory
Walking this spiraling path
This Helix of Eden
Can you envision us lost in a world
of ours; paradise built by the Gods
just for us two? Would you taste with me
a delectable slice of heaven?
Picture us astride upon satyrs...
exploring a mythical, enchanted land, drifting
our way across it like dandelion seeds.
Perchance we'd gambol about the verdure
with carefree abandon, tasting freedom
with salivating tongues as we shout "Olé!"
Perchance we'd take flight with the faeries
and hum a tune from nightingales, or just lie
in delightful tranquility beneath a weeping willow,
swept off by a soothing breeze. Or we could just
quietly bask in the bright midday sun!
Can you imagine passionate kisses
under a cascading waterfall with a rainbow
hovering right above it? Can you imagine us
lying on a swinging hammock gazing at
diamonds littered in skies of blackboard?
Can you imagine these embarrassment
of riches? Let's take this great adventure!
Let us discover the true meaning of bliss!
Baby, close your eyes
and meet me...
in Avalon!
Can You Imagine - Any Form Poetry Contest(Winner 1st Place)
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 01/23/2021
o bright lives twilight’s magic in the mist
it floats between the eventide and dawn
attending winds of fancy, heaven-kissed
that billow with sweet breaths of Avalon
awaiting on a hope that gloaming's gone -
the sea of suns to cast your dreams upon
o there is veiled enchantment in the night
that dances thru dark charms and reverie
it holds your yearnings in its bosom, bright
and waits for your desires to set them free
to plumb the murky depth of midnight sea
then loose your sleep's imaginings-to-be
o there are wonders bound the evening air
thus brought to full fruition with your sleep
then spun to threads of artfulness and care
and woven soft to wishes, grand and deep
the tapestry of moonbeams meant to keep
those secrets that a dusk holds in its creep
o all the souls who tend that great expanse …
will see to your sweet dreaming …
as they dance.
How can i refuse
When I'm crazy on you
I have no other love
I tell it like it's true
When I'm alone
These dreams i have for you
You keep my love alive
Save my heart from turning blue
My tall dark handsome stranger
My magic man
Will you be there in the morning
Take you back to Avalon
On the mistral wind
This little queen and you
I'll be your bright light girl
Who loves you through and through
To dream of the archer
Private audition, i will give
This man is mine
Who'll make my heart relive
All i wanna do is make love to you
It's the desire of the woman in me
No longer strangers of the heart
These dreams, make me
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Iintsomi
1. Awé awé
2. Woken by a distinct raucous of fellow farmers
3. Pilot holes whistling Atlantic squalls and the mourn for last supper.
4. I’m sardined into a bakkie.
5. Eks Langa Mathews. Coloured
6. Too white to be coloured, too coloured to be black .
7. I lay my head in Khayelitsha
8. Sometimes
9. Once, the crypt pipes egoli
10. Bon fired by faith
11. Today’s pick should fill my cup
12. I’m certain only wealthy deserve to live
13. Groomed in Genadendal
14. Bobotie umphokodo , the half-full primus and ma’ se houtlepel set the sun for a better tomorrow.
15. Age 16 picking the fruits of labour with no return of flavour
16. hopes fermented into yesterday
17. Drunk from the thoughts of tomorrow
18. Shosholoza Meyl, Jozi Maboneng!
19. 30
20. Finally, a ceramic roof, face brick wall and skopo for supper ema roomini ase Eldos
21. Neon lights dime street life reality
22. Palesa seeks refuge at the tip of the ‘alpha’ mans’ ego
23. Forgotten teachings from the dining table as we said amen.
24. Wasted.
25. Sigidla va?
26. Thabo asylumed from haven off the curbs of Hillbrow to Avalon, ancestral calling that maybe this time he’s found home.
I was mesmerized by his blonde hair and blue eyes
He was a teen idol in the fifties, where I lived
A teen heart throb, adored by most of us
When Damn Yankees came out, I was thrilled
He was innocent, enticed by big bad Gwen Verdon
Though I was a child, I wanted her to leave him alone
I felt he was mine. Loved seeing his photos in magazines.
He was in comedies and musicals, and good in both genres.
I feel I could melt looking into those blue eyes.
Tab Hunter, a gorgeous man, loved by most of us preteens.
Adored as much as we liked Frankie Avalon, maybe more adored.
I take a deep sigh as I remember his blue eyes and lovely smile.