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  Mar 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
She was a creature of the sea
Half woman,
Half fish,
She wanted more to see, Than the fish of the deep,
She had seen the ships that sailed on by
Those that had sunken to the depths,
Tasted sailors hearts
As they sunk to the deep.
She had a Taste for those up above
But her father forbid it,
As she had tasted human flesh
She had been seen stripping it from the bone,
For the ships that sank
Where her doing to the depths they fell.
She enjoyed them warm,
Hearts,
Eyes,
Tongues,
Which she ripped out
With there drowning screams,
Then the let overs she feed to her
Friends of the deep.
She asked the witch, who knew her evil heart,
She said you have the hunger
I will help this once, a spell cast.
Black eels magic,
Eye of man,
Merman's gills,
Black death oil spilt,
What was once fish, make woman complete,
She woke upon a shore
A prince came upon, His heart she heard,
Then did awake, what is your name
She went to talk, but no voice did speak,
The witch had tricked her,
Curses spoke with no voice to speak.
She was taken to a castle, fed and dressed
Her clothes showed her womanly figure
Her ******* turned many a mans head,
For those that insulted,
There corpse thrown in to the deep,
But with one thing missing,
A hole where a heart did once beat.
She was of too ways she fell in love,
But the heart that beat smelled divine
hunger,
craving,
Hearts beat,
A kiss would seal his fate, but the witch
Had taken the voice of the siren of the deep,
She used her womanly ways
There was more than one way to hook a man
With out speech.
So she did what she did and he was hooked
At sea they were to wed
Not one kiss had pasted there lips
But the day had come dressed in white
This sinful woman of the deep,
Vows were said
Man to woman,
Woman to man,
In life and death you are no both wed,
The kiss tasted sweet, she could taste it
She felt the heart beat against her *****
And to the bedroom they did retreat,
Lust and passion a new experience
To make love in water was wet
To be dry and wet beneath Satin sheets
He took her deep, she was in two hearts
As they came together screams heard
No worries to those outside
There vows were sown or at least you think
For the moment of ecstasy as both did explode
Under the sheets
She took his heart and devoured it whole
The look of fear left frozen on his face.
The ship did scream all through the night
As one after another, beats did stop there beat.
She went to the hull punched through with ease
Sea water filled as it sank to the deep,
Others finished what was started
But Ariel was holding her love in her arms
A tear on cheek, but not of love
Because royalty tasted better than any other
Stripped to the bone
His skeletal form lost to the deep.
She was now back in true form,
She was a princess a hunter of the deep
One last heart she did taste
Corrupt as hers
The witch had betrayed,
Now her essence is
Devoured,
Consumed,
Her power now Ariels
Beware the princess of the deep.
  Mar 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
There spirits tethered to this plain,
Some were wondering
Some were prisoners
There seven by three foot
An invisible cage,
Locked,
Barred,
Insanity
Had gripped those that were of
Weak spirit, an ill cloud filled these places,
Not seen by mortal eyes
Felt,
Chilled,
Ominous,
Feelings of those flesh bound
Ever motioned towards,
Breath cold absorbing the positive
Energies around,
Those of stronger fibre, of sound spirit,
They were the whispers heard,
That breeze when non around.
They watched all who entered,
Stood atop there stones
Sat upon the cold granite
At those who visited them,
Thank you as a ,
Fragrant smell,
Spoken verse,
Touch breezed
Upon a reminder of those there moment
Acknowledged, a peace has been found,
The Graveyard is of the dead,
Some saved
Others degraded,
Some lost, never to be found.
But they
Whisper,
Sigh,
Confide
In each other, but we will never
Understand there murmurings,
Till we are also departed,
And our bodies grace the ground next to each other.
  Mar 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
Its face white purity of a colour
Hiding sin,
Cloaking hatred
Supressing that within,
With a smile of red smudged lips
The bright coloured clothes,
A flower adorned this kaleidoscope
Of colour, fragrant stench
To conceal,    
To cloak
To distort  
That which hid behind, delved beneath,
Laughter heard, insanities last gasp,
That clown of a thousand smiles,
Which one would you see as his flowers
Pollen greats your senses, a last breath
He chuckles,
He giggles,
He sheds a tear
So many have fallen, smudged is the white,
Bleeding black beneath white clouded skin.
He has tricks of the trade,
Balloons he blows up,
"Make something"
So he twists and turns
Rubber squeaks, form to air surrounds
"A balloon gun"
As he laughs his soon to be last,
Can you say "BANG"
"Bang"
As he points his balloon as the gentlemen laughs
Can you say "POP"
With an exhale of word,
A head does "POP"
Bits of red rubber covers the crowd,
"Any one want to see another trick"
He laughs out his insane laugh,
Who laughing now people as he lets out his deranged  *laugh.
Scary  clowns... don't **** them off
  Mar 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
I cuddled upon it since birth,
It was the friend that kept me
Calm,
Peaceful,
Friend
Of my sleepy times, always there,
But I awoke and Blanky wasn't there
"MUMMY"
"DADDY"
As both ran in,
"What is it our little one"
Tears streaming, words jumbled in emotions
Mummy stroked my hair
Daddy Sshhh....
Sshhh...
Sshhh...
Sshhh...
And all was calm in the world,
B, B, "Blanky"
Has gone away,
Mummy soft spoken voice speaks
"Lets check your bed"
No not there?
"***** trained detective looks around"
Sniffs the air,
Sorry mummy that was me,
Mmm... to the playroom
High,  Low
Here,  there
Places searched but no where found,
His thoughts of blanky and sweet sleep,
As he searches each room, doggy sniffs
Come on Hairy,
He checks his bed nothing but hair,
His baby mind thinks back to the other day
Blanky and me,
Me and Blanky,
To the garden Woof, little fingers can not reach
Woofs hind legs stretch up,
"Good boy Woof"
As the door opens to
The great outside,
Near the sandpit
"No"
Near the grass
"Neither"
Then he spots it
Then its seen,
"Blanky I have missed you"
Hanging just out of reach,
"Detective work is never as easy as it seems"
A baby has skills, as he takes his *****
Sticky patches take hold and on top
Of a head, smelling fresh,
Not that just thumb ****** sleepy smell
But we can change that,
Blanky wrapped around
***** dragging  behind, a  new one needed I think,
"Mummy"
"Daddy"
"Its solved"
The missing blanky case is solved
It was washed, ***** it was once,
But so soft and cuddly once more,
It needs that just slept smell,
A detective is off to get snuggles sleep
Till the next case awaits, till I awaken
Its sheep time for me, goodnight or day everyone sweet dreams.
Another case solved, Special guest appearance Woof as Woof :)
  Mar 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
A cage of feathers, swirling
Never released, the calls
Of this bird long since
Faded, carried away upon
Now silent winds.

A cage of feathers rocks back
and forth, Dented, damaged
Knocking on the old wooden
wall. Two knocks for death
One Knock its to late,
You never hear the second
Knock as your already dead.

Bones dry and parched, feathers
Clinging on as if to give flight.
The bones shuffle around this
Tattered open grave, if you
were too read the signs, the
Movements. It tells you what
Is known, death owns this place.
  Mar 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
She was like art still and silent
Beauty in the water, like a mirror
The essence of her shone from the
Halogen lights above.

She was like a picture, motionless
But still, her brushstrokes were
Grace upon skin, her moment
Was in this place, pictures taken
Of her pose of her posture frozen
in this place.

She was a beauty in the bath tub,
Her face in this lake of red, hiding
The deed, buried in temped water,
No longer pure, tainted by a final
Motion, claiming a last breath.

She was a beauty of refined allure,
But now her crimson glistened, refracted
Upon the light shining down a rainbow
Of shaded reds now greets all through
The heaven white doors.

She is the bath tub beauty now dead..
  Mar 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
It just hung there, rusted shut
Black as coal
Cold
Vibrations
Feeling's
That was not meant to be. I seized
My limbs frozen as if blocked upon
There reach.
Inscriptions placed in tongue
Of old.
"signati inter stratis universi"
I took my camera
Photos where as if nothing seen
Static,
White,
Blank
Visions of a black that cant be disguised around
Blossom of pink delectably spread around.
But beauty often hides the thorns,
That which is perpetual
That which seeps unto this world
Old,
Malevolent,
Malignant
Darkness that is like a whisper
Permeating into this world.
It is a gate,
A portal to a place that light does
Not enter or exit from this place.
The gate to......
I walk away as if hurried from this moment,
Ushered with a momentary....
"Where the hell am I"
"I cant ****** remember the last few days"
"I sense a smell of blossom"
I fell heavy as they tell me
"It's temporary"
I had hit my head some place,
I'll get my memories back.
I open my back gate and my hand retreats
As if knowing of danger,
But I once again reach,
"Nothing"
My head aches,
As I sleep I dream of pink blossom
I see the gate...
They find me three days later
Fear distorted upon my features,
Scared to death, died in my sleep, finger frozen
Out of reach,Scratched into my headboard
"The gate is open"
"The blossom has fallen"
**"The gate, the gate the ga............"
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