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Water Witch

Water  Witch

Alcazar’s crystal  pools
Rim their ancient holes
Of time and place where the minx
Links her Pagan spells.
She watches them perform 
On me, 
Her dry, untainted lover 
Where’s there’s no escaping
Her magic 
She swims and circles my body
That’s begging 
She smiles and spirits me 
To her astral home 
And Sinks me into her 
Wet forever.

M.A. Buchanan

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October Sunset

COPYWRITE 2014
MaryAnn Buchanan


OCTOBER SUNSET

We love the dying light;
The sudden nature of the golden day.
Then watch the weightless clouds 
Cover covens of moody hills,
Startup burning colors and 
Stalk the trees to smolder 
Under a slow burn that glows
Tints and frames designer eyes.
Behold! 
Watch it tuck its red heart 
Into the cold ground.

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The Fate of Atropos

Mary Ann Buchanan, copy write 2014

THE FATE OF ATROPOS

I like to tell myself 
 “I am a dreamer “.

But, it’s not always true.
I’m afraid of the shoe that drops

Like others, I fear the sudden
Knock at the door.

I dread being poor, and worry 
The fury of telling false truth.

The proof is; it attracts Atropos,
The Sister of Old Women-

Who likes to scare me.
But, I still dream a lot.

I like to tell her who cuts.
So what? Why not?

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Tooling Down the Jersey Shore

Tooling Down The Jersey Shore 

This is a love poem 
While tooling down the Jersey Shore 
Crooning tunes it often does 
And warming off the sunny chill 


It's a long time familiar trip 
But New today, made by an angel’s company 
Although not known right away 
The atmosphere began to show 

The road was rising up 
Carrying me in a cup of an angel’s hand 
So special, words are hard to find, 
Much less to say; I’m at a loss- 

But, not the highway, 
For it remembers me well 
All my dreams -all those years 
I rode on white wall wheels 

Turning out lonely dreams 
Rolling over discontented woes 
About exactly where to go- down the shore 
Alone to act as though, someone waited 

Now, today, close to Christmas day 
An angel rides along holds my hand 
An promises what I longed so long ago 
Someone’s heart waits for me 

… at the shoreline door.

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I Saved These Words For You

I SAVED THESE WORDS FOR YOU
By M.A. Buchanan, copyright 2014
 
When crying for us makes you sad
I saved these words for you.
Don’t fear the tears sweetheart.
Their rain serves you well;
They keep your heart clean.
And though the road  
Burns dry and dear for me
In Spanish said, “ lluvia torrencial” with regret.
Such tears will rinse away these fears.
Your inner road will judge and deem  
And gleam and gleam again.
Once started, that road will not end or need to,
It does not leave you because it is original
And though our love may not seem to fit - it is the same,
It is authentic and upright and has value,
No matter what road may bear ahead
Or what others want to say
Your spiritual light and education
Will stay and never leave you.
And with its tears, serve you well.

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Stolen Lovers

M.A. Buchanan
COPYRIGHT 2014

LOST LOVERS

THE RAIN IS THE MATTER.
IT’S WATER TEEMING ABUNDANT

WITH WILD ABANDON
THE LOVERS SURRENDERED

WITH COMING AND
GOING SUCKLING THRILLS

UPON STOLEN PASSION
THE PASSION’S THE MATTER

FLOODING AND FLASHING
SHEETS OF DESIRE

OVERLAPPING 
AGAINST 

BUTTERY SHORES
IN WAVE AFTER WAVE

BRINGING UNDULATION AND
SPREADING SEA OVER-LAND

DRAGGING THEM DOWN UNDER 
HIDDEN PLACES THEY BUILT

STILL YET, THEY THOUGHT THE 
STARS AND HEAVENS APPROVED

EVEN THAT PROVED DEFENSE-LESS 
AGAINST IT’S SCUTTLE- BY GUILT.

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Now It Begins

NOW IT BEGINS
 
NOW IT BEGINS
THE WONDERING WHY
THE NEXT YEAR SPENT
WILL BE SO QUIET.
 
WHY HER HEART STOPPED
LOVING ME FOREVER
THEN RAN OUT OF TIME;
NOW IT'S SPECIAL
 
LIKE ALL OTHER GIFTS WE GET
ON BIRTHDAYS
ON CHRISTMAS MORNINGS
ON ANNIVERSARIES
 
EVEN A MASS CARD
WHEN WE DIE.

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Holding My Breath

WHAT IF I STOPPED HOLDING MY BREATH?

What if I stopped holding my breath?
So the something stuck can get out
Trying to justify its escape
 It makes sounds only I can hear
 If I start to gag, and I’m out of time,
Which I am, will I survive?
Would she forgive?
I got close once, cornered it,
Hid it on a clean white page
And put it somewhere in the room.
But she found it anyway, of course she did.
It was just standing there, very quiet,
Looking like the Elephant that it is.