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Sîr Collins Sep 2019
As I sat on the shade,
One sunny hot midmorning,
Memories of August holiday,
Loom large in my brain.

I think about this lass,
Cynthia my hearts' nurse,
Images forms about us,
How I scored as she pass.

I love my daring doll,
For she spares my soul,
Even after the world tells her all,
Choreographed to make us fall.

I love to hear her giggle,
And smile with her innocent face,
Face full of live ,love and hope,
That surely reads clean tommorow.

Every time she talks I get touched,
By her utterance that sounds true,
She got a cute voice that merges ,
Her Immaculate nature .

The ardent ambition to succeed,
Is second to her nature,
'er shy look and reservedness,
Proves that she is my malkia.

Chebet come with a ring,
You be our witness on this thing,
Come along with your king ,
We celebrate all as we sing .
Lawrence Hall Feb 2019
Pomona dances among the apple trees
Light-footed through the glowing amber light;
At dusk, kissed by the last rain-drops, the breeze
Begins to sigh, and falls, to sleep the night.

And then pale Cynthia, in silver crowned,
Rises to breathe upon each leaf and flower
Her sacred mists, softly and softly around,
And blesses dreams through many a silent hour.

Bold Helios will wake the sleeping east
And laugh away the magic of the dark;
He sets out daylight as a merry feast
And measures out his work with compass and arc

But later, them, for sweet Pomona’s play
Now celebrates the golden end of day.
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It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
Xan Abyss Aug 2015
Her visage shines like a diamond of despair
Lost I become in the dark pools of her eyes
Pale as the tundra, shining figure in the fog
Her aura thrilling, filling me with lust beneath the sky
As though in a dream
She wanders ever nearer
In the darkness and the fog
I can see her ever clearer
And like a freezing gust of wind
She throws herself upon my flesh
Her dark lips caress my own
Her face is beautiful as death
My beloved Cynthia
Her touch is cold as ice
Oh, my beloved Cynthia
In darkness we're entwined
My beloved Cynthia
My pain all fades away
Oh, my beloved Cynthia
In shadows I embrace
Oh, my beloved Cynthia!
This rapture is filling me
Killing me softly
The sorrow is fading
As sweet death consumes me
Beneath shining stars
My soul leaves my body
And falls to the ground
With her ghost still upon me
Beloved Cynthia
Forever mine
Beloved Cynthia
Two souls entwined
Beloved Cynthia
A beautiful end
My beloved Cynthia
United by death
I wrote this when I discovered that Cynthia means "The Moon Incarnate"
So just.... know that if you're tring to name your daughter and you read this..

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