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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges#08 A Little Imagination Pisces - The Fish - Boris Vallejo |
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Following on from the last NaPoMo theme of Vladimir Kush I am staying with using images to give poets as
much scope as possible for NaPoMo. This time however, we enter a world fantasy with the art of the Peruvian
artist Boris Vallejo and his wife, Julie Bell. Their work can be found at http://www.imaginistix.com/ Happy Quilling! Jemmy XXXX |
A Little Imagination
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Kathy AndersonThe lovely words blew them away Took away their sanities lock The the beast within had its day On the shores where love makes its dock. By the bay they had their sweet way For hearts undone rare find a block. The lovely words blew them away Took away their sanities lock, Sure the Crane came into the fray His song loud, wings wide, by the flock Of seagulls parting before clay People intent on loves first shock, The lovely words blew them away Took away their sanities lock.  Circe - Boris Vallego ----- Mistress of Wyrms Mistress of wyrms and earthy things Those things that sneak and slither round Between rocks or swim in springs Underground dwellers sightless found More seen than heard without two wings, Others with teeth seek to enround, Mistress of wyrms and earthy things Those things that sneak and slither round Come round to her at the calling For her voice alone is the sound Of their queen mother who's singing Marks their living breathing hearts pound, Mistress of wyrms and earthy things Those things that sneak and slither round.  Mistress of Wyrms - Boris Vallego ----- Silver Shoes Seems there was the odd flash of lightening At the corner of my vision Or perhaps it be that splash of sun There reflecting off a tin roof shingle, It's sure the sun caught a mirage From heat arising from the ground Cast like a rhythmic quiver Of mercury shattering.... pop ~ Nay, twas a glint off silver hooves!  Flight of the Horse - Boris Vallejo back to list |
Divena CollinsBlack the sun has burned the sky While deep in purgotary shall go I In a dark abyss of wanton shame The moon shall never be the same Live to die within smouldering arms Cannot escape those evil charms Defense is low but hot with desire Deep in the heat of a burning fire A temptress of the darkened night I shall dance with the devil tonight. Unto this demon of wilful corrupt Red hot ashes of sin shall erupt Wild are the passions of fiery lust Ashes are ashes as dust is to dust Red is the fire that burns within hell There is no return from an evil spell Nor shall hot passion kindle the fire I surrender completely with desire A temptress of the darkened night I shall dance with the devil tonight.  Devil Woman - Boris Vallejo ----- Time Shall Tell Only time shall tell what expectations That we shall find in the far future As it has been in the past generations In human form or that of a creature That may have once been our relations May soon be written within scripture Only time shall tell what expectations That we shall find in the far future In past tense the book of revelations Scribed forth an interesting feature That of the apocalypse contributions Predicting the four horsemens culture Only time shall tell what expectations That we shall find in the far future.  back to list |
Ryter RoethicleThe black trees in my minds corner Grow rancid with the fruit of death Corruption and the smell of sulphur Decaying stench forms on my breath. I feel the worms tear and butcher My flesh again, the earth restoreth The black trees in my minds corner Grow rancid with the fruit of death The soil slowly takes me to her Finally earth becomes one with flesh Time erases my sepulchre My soul rests again in Asgoreth The black trees in my minds corner Grow rancid with the fruit of death  Artwork - Boris Vallego ----- Darkness The darkness will all encompass Midnight will be ever my friend And bring with it all the evil class Seeking you, your life to end. See dark clouds over the moon pass Furtive moving at the roads bend The darkness will all encompass Midnight will be ever my friend Hear the howls from the hungry mass Desiring blood message they send See your bloodstains on the grass Quivering in death, bowels spend The darkness will all encompass Midnight will be ever my friend  The Collector - Boris Vallego ----- New Mates If I tell you a secret will you tell me one, Two secrets shared alone under the sun? I promise not to tell, if you confide in me, Whisper in my ear let it drift out to sea. Bare your heart and I'll bare my soul, Let me love you from within, make us whole. I'll sing you a song I'll write you a sonnet We'll lie on my bed and make love upon it. Your head on my shoulder, true love will cling My lips on your lips as our bodies now sing.  Centaur - Boris Vallejo ----- Profile of Destiny What is this thing we call a soul I cannot see, nor can I feel Yet without it I am not whole And you tell me that it so real. I sit here and watch my life unroll Silent waiting for fate to deal What is this thing we call a soul I cannot see, nor can I feel It seems inevitable after all As Destiny winds in her reel With heat and wax she makes a seal As cupid fires, once again I fall What is this thing we call a soul I cannot see, nor can I feel  Fantasy Profile - Boris Vallega ----- Unequalled Wisdom The fairground that is life has many choices, And equally speaking out, so many voices. Do not laugh, do not sing, do not enjoy, Those miserable bastards are not Gods envoy. He says "Love thy neighbour, but not his wife" That's a sure way he recons of causing strife He says "Love thy neighbour, but not his Ass" I could say something, but I won't be crass. On the fairground that is life, enjoy all you can. And equally avoid criticism by a religious man.  Bioshock - Boris Vallejo back to list |
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