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We Two Aged Friends


We two aged friends were caught today,
By shared glance.  Words I could not say
entranced.  Not you, new friends looked on,
As old friends spoke.  The grey false dawn
Broke thoughts while round us sunset played

Once enemies trapped in the fray,
Alike, but souls between us lay,
When we our disparate colours donned.
We two aged friends.

Freed, parted, only you could pray
Cold comfort: if we’d met halfway
Then emptiness would be foregone,
Time would let quarrels be withdrawn.
You loved not, yet this eve you stayed.
We two aged friends.

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Aquatic


Zapholus was once his name
One and alone since the storm
Empty oceans, without claim
Nestled him where he was borne

Octopi then made him strong
Round he grew, and twice as long
Mates he saw on a beach
Attacked a male to them reach
Now you know the sea lion's song

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The Lovers

Fire roared, ice cracked
My trusted storms screamed my names
I, traitor, woke not

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Silver Strands

The heaves and the roars and the sighs
Are less frightening to passer-bys
Than the terrible moans 
Of the hollowed out stones
Which bring forth the dead sailors’ cries.


The sky in the west has gone red,
Dyeing rocks on whom many have bled
Men defended their homes
Legends filled foreign tomes:
Devil’s ile is what far scholars said

Thinking savages roamed ‘round uncouth
They could not have imagined the truth
That a goddess lived there
With star light for her hair
Who gave to all many life times of youth

These people they could not feel fear
For as long as their goddess was near
Despite the fall of leaves
They had endless reprives
A silver strand and at death they could leer

But when one girl fell deeply in love
With one resembling a sweet mourning dove
When she asked for a strand
From her tribe she was banned
Left to die with her husband alone

First of her people to grow wise with age
She tried to make others give up their rage
But with her own son she failed
And to his people he sailed
He hanged the goddess by her hair on her stage

*I know that this is a bit creepy and gross.  I don't know why I wrote it.*

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Aquatic Version 2


Zanthalous was one time his name
On the shores where his parents dwelt
Endings came with the hurricane
April storms ravaged his pelt

Under stormy seas he was swept
Going south even as he slept
Until the icy lands
Shoals above rock sands
This sea's fish he came to accept

Alone so long, he finally saw them
New Mates. For this, by the bull he was condemned
One male attacked him
Rushed, and lost a limb
Made Zanthalous king in land by sea hemmed

And so ends the tale of the Finn-like Sea Lion
None else so well follows the path of Orion

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People Watching

Perhaps I am a frightful boor,
But your looks were a visceral lure.
I stopped and I stared.
What if I had dared
To ask your name? But I demurred.

I'd have followed you without a thought
By your face I was utterly caught:
Like a fish in a net
My whole world I'd forget,
And misfortune would then be my lot

People say it is bad to be shy.
Maybe not, as your smile was a lie.
Looking back I can see
You are stronger than me.
I'm glad I could not meet your eye

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The Lady of the Lake


He did not hear her foot
falls, for he lay
immersed in water.
She stepped 
soft under the 
starry vault
The lady of the lake.

He had disturbed her si-
lent lake with his
loud cries and splashing.
She came
with one simple 
goal in mind:
to kill the tresspasser.

But when she got close to
his noble face,
eyes closed and floating,
she did
not feel aught but
love for him.
Her new lord of the Lake


*Do people think that I should write another verse about her acidentally drowning him, or about a wife that she stole him from?*

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Morning Meals


Restive and Restful
Holding hands through war and age
In their muted house

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The Guardian of the Kitchen

I sit held by bassalisk stare
From unblinking gold eyes too fair
Always hungry
The body's curled shape is like a dragon
Yet his lair has not jewels but tarragon
The cat watches me.

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Dinner

Bubbling bacon
basks on the bright blaze
blobs blow up, 
burning beautifically on coal beds

The bark below bothers me
as I lay back taking the bite:
the branch bears the burden
of my tired bones

*Just a note, this is basically a joke written to try and figure out a genre, not really a serious poem*