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CROWN MY VENUS MOUNTAIN

CROWN MY VENUS MOUNTAIN
Margaret Ann Waddicor 2012.

Crown my Venus mountain with the your friuits
of summers sun, their ripened glow of colours
fill my cup,
as does the bee it's visit honeyed sweet,
our hearts meet in nectars so complete,
charges passions flames with heat of forest fires
that satiate the peak of our desires.

Depth Delve

delicious transfixation
your lashs catching
light against the
dark mutations

pupil search
on this ovid sky
you tell me the
horizon is where
the degree starts
and your accidental
prediction stars
go point

wool blend jacket collar
rises and you seek
a bright tommorrow

I see a blue transfer
ticket fluttering down
the street
and feel your shadow
filling mine
we are lost
together before our
parting

I Am

Scientifically manifested,
In mind
Spirituality has left me far behind
And
Once in an unknown heaven
I shall be the soul you all now think of.
That I once was...
Who walked the sojourn?
Of an isolated life alone
But without a moan,

Life is made to ones asking,
Controlled by:
ENVIRONMENT,
CIRCUMSTANCES
And
HEREDITY
Believe me or not
I have the least inclination
To prevail upon individual entities
God and my Time
Bless living humanity

Electrification

Paratonics
Hammer-ons
Pull-offs
Power-chords
Blind fury, as my finger blaze on nickle-wound Ernie Balls
Pandora set to 'Rock Radio'
Sweet Child of Mine
Nickelback
Staind
Bon Jovi
All float through, and erase my memory
Sweat drains from my pores
along with it, the ability to give a fuck about anything
The Fender screams in my place
and my heart lightens
my eyes open
and I see the day in a new light

I MAKE MYSELF NUMB WHEN I NEED TO PUNCH HARDER

You took me to the dreamland as
‘little boy’ skipped like a stone
a thousand of them, a shower of stars
dam busters;
I had a headache as if my skull
had fallen off the bus, grazed her knees
on the concrete with daisies
bamboozling through the cracks of the pavement –
I leapt over them
because I read too much A. A. Milne in my childhood.

Holding Back

Hold back the moon from earth
and soon the sky will fall
all will be dark and cold
upon the winds of change

The tides will flood the land
That once a world did love
No more to breathe the air

release the sun it too has died
A brief yet painful solemn death

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Beyond The Beyond

There is no life hereafter…
But your belief
May remain yours,
Lest I prove myself wrong
And
Meet you in galaxies beyond...........
The beyond

And

You happen to recognize,
This young bard so small,
In a speck of light glistened by sunlight
Towards the end of eternity and beyond
Let us live in hope

And

Be not forlorn,
As human life exists
Only in the folds of time
since gone is gone.
This is my belief,
Let me be that isolated one,
A lonely star

And

LORNA

!
LORNA

You glide between the coral heads
Then slowly traverse oyster beds.
Keep to the dappled light, for dark
Might hide a twelve-foot Mako shark.

A flick of flipper scares away
Inquisitive huge Manta Ray,
Who leaves with such majestic flight
His shadow blocks the warm sun's light.

Though none can see, I know you smile
At clouds of Clown fish, colours wild,
This warm, exciting, fish-filled sea
A wonderland for you, not me.

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Vacantality

Hollow are my vacant, sullen eyes
the dreams I once possessed faded away,
my mind has lost it's train of thought completely
while the ache within my heart grows everyday.

How sad it is that friendship's lost it's luster
and stark reality can slap you in your face,
I try to bend but find my body breaking
hindering my efforts to keep pace.

I falter from my footing and my balance
my buddy "pain" has taken quite a toll,
age has help define my limitations
and that sour taste is etched upon my soul.

WINTER'S SONG

Just beyond the end of autumn
I hear the winter's call
and he arrives to slay the leaves
which, stubborn, clung through fall.

The land once green and full of life
has now grown cold and sere
and harvest's colors once so rife
no longer are seen here.

As white and silver coat descends
to cover silent land
the air once cool, turns frigid, clear
and quietens all at hand.

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