Archives: July2008

• She Sings of MyChicThings

  She gently padded…Across the floor…Paused just a moment…As she moved to the door.
  Moistened skin so crystalline…Perfumed her still…From the bath…Of which she’d been.
  The closet doors…She flung open wide…Knowing full well…What hung inside.
  Dresses, shirts, slacks…Of every color…And of every hue…Gold and yellow…Green and blue…
  She heaved a whistful sigh…While faceted diamond droplets…Traveled from her bosom…To her thigh.
  But she simply knew…That nothing in her closet…For tonight…Would do.
  Then she saw…A curious sight…A nicely wrapped box…Wrapped so bright.
  She gave the box a lift…So excited to [...]

• Ode To Lady Lynn

  Sunlit banks displayed in a golden glow…
  The lady of the water she moves both to and fro…
  Her yellow locks billow out in the Carolina breeze…
  She smiles as she hears the rustling of the ancient trees…
  Her eyes look to the skies her heart yearns for the stars…
  Though she lingers here in Clayton her soul dwells in heaven afar.

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• The Inner Vision

  “Given To Raquel,

  of The House of Raquel”

  Unto ourselves we need be true…

  Baring our hearts and souls…

  And nurturing our youth…

  Peel away the masks…

  And lay bare the tender truths…

  What makes us who we are…

  Should be glorified…

  Personified…
  And sung unto the stars!
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• The White Iris

  The Iris danced across
  The ancient Grecian skies.
  Gliding with her embossed
  Satiny milken sides.
  Her lithe and nimble limbs
  Moved methodically…
  From her cream white petals
  To her supple stem.
  The nectar that she carried
  Was transposed into a hymn.
  “I must use my moments wisely,
  For they shall soon pass away…
  And be lost to me forever…
  A mere memory of my yesterdays…
  “Thus she sung
  And thus she cried.
  Her voice set to harp
  And lyre.
  So true a call
  So true a heart
  Did Zeus himself see…
  “Come now unto Mt Olympus
  Oh white Iris,
  And our announcer be…
  “She [...]

• The River Swish

  Deftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss…

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• High Noon

  Abused by the solar presence…
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• The Bane

  She stood at the bow…(removed pending publication)
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