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Will you forget that flesh in which I’ve dwelt,
which was my poem, although it was born before?
Will you forget this flesh, this head, this pelt,
this frame of bone: this form I so deplore?
...

Memories I have, bell-birds
ringing in the heat of the day
and a secluded spot, words
unable to drive away
...

Ten years gone, an ache remains,
a photo pinned upon the wall
barely leached by ten years of rains.
...

No joy shapes you,
no joy buoys you over seas
and waves, that seek to seize
and bear away, over disease
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On a dreamlike summer evening,
I searched for the tablet
on which I'd write
my name, reaching
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The waves are lovely and luminous tonight,
and the setting moons sink below
the sea's horizon. It seems, somehow,
strange that far and foreign I was born,
...

No yachts, here, passing,
a hundred, more or less,
or like a golden undertow,
the suckle of the ocean wave
...

The evening that you left
on the northbound train, it rained
so hard that the ground shimmered
with the reflected streetlights.
...

Water lilies line the pool
wherein the still waters, jewel-like, lie,
and herons stand, watching pass
this nymph before they decide to fly
...

The moon is dying in the sky
that hangs above my wearied head,
like unto some demonic spy
that hears each whispered word that's said,
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The salmon sky at sunset withers
the heart of myself, till hollow, echoes
of its light leave me alone, poet
with an image, idea, even yearning.
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First was fair Betty, blonde and sweet,
with hair like gold that tumbled low
down her back. She had dancing feet
tripping like dreams, else a rondeau
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There's something queer about this place,
I feel it seep into my bones.
I seem to smell a dampness reeking
of wet decay. Tell me I'm wrong.
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I have lived in the night when the demons all roam,
and have made in the middle of evil my home,
I have roamed with both witches and ghouls in the night
and have supped with the Devil beneath the moonlight.
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As night's departing breath fades swiftly away,
even the frightened fellahins rejoice
whilst desert-dwelling ghouls lift angered voice,
for, as the desert-haunters hate the day
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After all, this year was closing
towards another, and the passage
of time towards another set
of numbers. But in thinking this
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Eucalypts against a blue
so sharp and deep, no eyes
could ever match the hue that burns
within my blood,
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In memoriam John William Fisher,1903-1941

Against the dark sky, and the darker ocean,
that fade towards blackness, and a starless night,
...

19.

In the day
when overhead will be grey
and made out of clouds,
you will look at me, and say
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Clouds bask across its heights
with the demeanour of a flaneur
sautering on the steps of the opera house
in a certain southern city.
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The Best Poem Of Phillip Ellis

Forget Me, Forget Me Not

Will you forget that flesh in which I’ve dwelt,
which was my poem, although it was born before?
Will you forget this flesh, this head, this pelt,
this frame of bone: this form I so deplore?
When I’ve finished, know what you’ve felt,
remember no more.

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Ashley Seymour 25 October 2008

Very Nice Work! Keep writing.

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