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 Feb 2013 SY Burris
Marigold
She rummaged around in my soul,
as though looking for a pen in a handbag,
and i was left wondering
how words had such a power over my being.

Left drained and fulfilled
Life's intentions bloomed inside me
and at once i felt at home in a darkened room.

Do not panic,
please breathe deep,
I beg you to hold your tongue,
I too have words to speak,
   no one to listen,
       and little faith in Prophecy.
 Feb 2013 SY Burris
raspberrypoet
Cast to the sea the ***** sought out the horizon,
Yet, no closer did that lifeline magnify.
While waves threatened to devour her very self.
Fierce, some. They pounded to **** her asunder.

The deep, bent on suffering her mind till it was pruned, soaked.
Bloating her limbs, not buoyant enough to keep her afloat.
Her tears locked, shut her eyes,
In a zip of salt and wounds.
Made them ready for the sun’s vicious fight.

Eyes could not be kept dry,
Seen paranoid shadows loomed under, over
And under and over again ~ awash, awry.
Haunting her in the shrillness of the current’s toss.

She dreamt of her toes scratching in the sand,
Of the waves giving birth to her onto the shore.
The struggle and fear of it all ~ pending the end.
She tore open her eyes to see still no view in sight.

Breathed she did, as if the waves were the hum of the oceans lungs,
Fought now no longer against the move.
Given to the law of the nature she was,
Floating and waiting.
But not going down, not going down.

At dawn,
Like the early sun rays
Embracing the
Dew drop,
I too, kept her
In my strong arms;
Later, she melted away,
Unknowingly.

At midday,
Like ripe green leaves
Kissing the
Tree’s trunk,
I too, held her
On my own shoulders;
Later, she withered away
Unknowingly

At twilight,
Like roaring sea waves
Nurturing the
Sand shore,
I too, rowed her
Dream boat towards
Later, she wrecked down
Unknowingly.

At midnight,
Like glittering moonlight
Shattered in,
I too, poured shades
Later, she vanished far
Unknowingly.

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By
Williamsji Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

 Feb 2013 SY Burris
DieingEmbers
Soft petals open...

slowly
infusing the cool night air
with fresh
sweet perfume

warmed
gently upon the naked thighs
of exotic maidens...

dressed in shadows
and half
inviting smiles

their eyes promising summer fields
amongst the white
crisp
winter sheets

passion fruit
pressed gently to her lovers lips
to taste deep

the temptation



offered.
 Feb 2013 SY Burris
Thomas Wolfe
Oh, will you ever return to me,
My wild first force, will you return
When the old madness comes to
Blacken in me and to burn
Slow in my brain like a slow fire
In a blackened brazier - dull
like a smear of blood,
Humid and hot evil, slow-sweltering
up in a flood!
Oh, will you not come back, my fierce song?
Jubilant and exultant, triumphing over
the huge wrong
of that slow fire of madness that feeds
on me - the slow mad blood
thick with its hate and evil, sweltering
up in its flood!
Oh! will you not purge it from me -
my wild lost flame?
Come and restore me, save me from the
intolerable shame
Of that huge eye that eats into my
Naked body constantly
And has no name,
Gazing upon me from the immense and
Cruel bareness of the sky
That leaves no mercy of concealment
That gives no promise of revealment
And that drives us on forever with its
lidless eye
Across a huge and houseless level of
a planetary vacancy
Oh, wild song and fury, fire and flame,
Lost magic of my youth return, defend
me from this shame!
And Oh! You golden vengeance of bright
song
Not cure but answer to earth's wrong
Wild and uncontrollable,
We start off our life's journey,
Sweet and totally lovable,
We stick to the legs of mommy,
Five years down we're wild again
Impetuous, rambunctious, we're total pains
All the adults taken in,
By our impish grins.



We're ten years old we're big and bold
We'll take on all comers, young and old,
We totally love life, it's one big game
All forms of reponsibility, totally lame
Five years on we're fifteen
Big things popping in our early teens
All of a sudden we're girls and we're boys
New experiences on us like toys.



We're adults now, we're twenty
Things to do on our list aplenty
Impish grins don't work no more
We've got to work our fingers till they're sore
We laugh a lot through our dull eyes
We've mastered deception like its basic math
The slightest pokes incur our wrath
Twenty five finds us cold as ice.



I'm just nineteen I couldn't tell you,
Of all the years after Two and Five
One thing I know that is true
Live everyday like it's your last alive
If it's a hundred years of breath you get,
Or if you had to kick the 'ket 'fore you got your feet wet
The moral story contained in my longest poem yet
Make life pay through it's nose like it owes you a debt.
From the morrow
Would I pick new herbs
But in my marked out fields
Both yesterday and today
The snow has kept on falling
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