My Favorite Place
by Devin Evix

There's the most wonderful place I like to go
with clouds that move quite slow,
in gloomy woods that loom and lurk
with frogs that hide among the murk,
of the solitude water's edge.
Crickets chirp with merry voices
in quick ring.
Where birds sing, with sharp sounding babble,
a song that has once been but now is gone.
Where flowers of all kinds bloom
among the mixed and dreary gloom,
of the forest.
Where many a tree has come and gone,
and not a nother live is spent
among the forest's melancholy ways
where many have sought to find a day
when they could escape to the murk of water deep,
and find another forest in dark dream sleep,
When a loud and blustering wind calls,
and all the leaves begin to fall,
it is autumn.
The leaves drift ,sail,dance, and whirl in the whailing wind,
and laugh at the funny acorns drop.
" They can't sail and dance like us "said they.
" They just can't  laugh and play.They aren't American in that way."
"  Oh,what funny things they are."
All these thing make collages among the ground,
and lately I have found...
they make up my favorite place.
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Perfect Day

WIND IS WHISTLING,
SKY IS BLUE,
SUMMERS COMING,
FLOWERS BLOOM,
BIRDS ARE SINGING,
DARKNESS LATE,
MY IDEA OF A PERFECT DAY.
 
SOMBRE FIELD IN THE DARK
WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO START
WANDERING INTO THE NIGHT
SCARED OF DARKNESS SCARED OF LIGHT
NOISES FROM ABOVE THE MOON
THE GRASS TURNS TO A RED LAGOON
BLOODY WATER WHALES DEAD
A PURPLE SOUND ESCAPES MY HEAD
A DOLPHIN DIVES INTO THE MESS
A HARPOON HITS HIM LAYED TO REST
THE HUMAN BOAT IS TURNED UPDOWN
THE HUMAN KILLERS LEFT TO DROWN
A DOLPHIN FROM BELOW THE TIDE
SAVES THE MEN DESPITE THEIR LIES
THE ANIMAL HAS PROVED AGAIN
THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS HUMAN FRIENDS
AGAIN I'M WALKING IN THE FIELD
NO ANIMALS NO HUMANS HEALED
I WAKE NOW FROM MY SOMBRE STATE
I REALIZE THE HUMAN HATE

PATRICK HORSLEY
horsleys@ihug.co.nz

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Lament To A Dying Bong
O! Bong, lie thee dying in my hands
You encompass all magic lands
Touch your smokey fingers to my heart
And spiral off to unknown arts
I cradle you with love and flame
That I might feel your kiss again
Yet shrink thee from my brazen fire
With sullen breaths you fade - expire.

Emma

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