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The Mystic Sea

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The smell of the sea in my nostrils,
The sound of the sea in mine ears;
The touch of the spray on my burning face,
Like the mist of reluctant tears.

The blue of the sky above me,
The green of the waves beneath;
The sun flashing down on a gray-white sail
Like a scimitar from its sheath.

And ever the breaking billows,
And ever the rocks’ disdain;
And ever a thrill in mine inmost heart
That my reason cannot explain.

So I say to my heart, ‘Be silent,
The mystery of time is here;
Death’s way will be plain when we fathom the main,
And the secret of life be clear.’

 

– Paul Laurence Dunbar

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The Delinquent

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Goo’-by, Jinks, I got to hump,
Got to mek dis pony jump;
See dat sun a-goin’ down
‘N’ me a-foolin’ hyeah in town!
Git up, Suke — go long!
Guess Mirandy’ll think I’s tight,
Me not home an’ comin’ on night.
What’s dat stan’in’ by de fence?
Pshaw! why don’t I lu’n some sense?
Git up, Suke — go long!
Guess I spent down dah at Jinks’
Mos’ a dollah fur de drinks.
Bless yo’r soul, you see dat star?
Lawd, but won’t Mirandy rar?
Git up, Suke — go long!
Went dis mo’nin’, hyeah it’s night,
Dab’s de cabin dah in sight.
Who’s dat stan’in’ in de do’?
Dat must be Mirandy, sho’,
Git up, Suke — go long!
Got de close-stick in huh han’,
Dat look funny, goodness lan’,
Sakes alibe, but she look glum!
Hyeah, Mirandy, hyeah I come!
Git up, Suke — go long!
Ef ‘t hadn’t a be’n fur you, you slow ole fool,
I’d a’ be’n home long fo’ now!

 

– Paul Laurence Dunbar

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My Summer Island

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A happy day
Light at 6 am
Already the warmth creeps in
Enriching my cup of coffee.

Bees buzz at eye height
Busy and not caring for your presence.
Pollen and home again
A peaceful life.

Down to the shoreline
Where the wash of waves
Will put you in a doze
Propped againt a rock
Or laid out on the beach.

Bright blue sky,
Not a cloud in sight
Make me reach for sunglasses
And strip off my top.

The sand, bright pink
Adds a beauty,
That visitors will remember
And come back as always.

 

– Willow Moon Pierce

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Summer

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he smoke shakes
beneath my roof
and I pour the first glass
of the day.

Outside the world is bathed
in bright sunshine
and people pass my window
in the usual summer dress.

It’s over rated if you ask me.

Give me a storm,
the rain pounding the streets
like the wraith of God,
lighting tearing the sky in two,
thunder rolling like a freight-train.

Give me clouds that leer in
through the window
with the threat of violence.

Give me the sounds
that make people bow their
heads in fear.

That’s when you know you’re alive.

When nature has the planet
by it’s balls and you realise
that with one fail swoop
she could just wipe us all out.

But instead I have this.

Colourful people
in colourful clothes
saying things like

‘Hot enough for you’

‘Man, what about this weather.’

Blissful in their ignorance

and far

far

too

damn

happ y.

 

– Neil Gray

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Summer Morning

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summer morning
in the dawn light, louisiana,
a sweet town, bleak, god knows
but sweet sometimes. And
weren’t we fine tonight?

A district of small factories,
and a there’s a field, one morning
when i was there with a since of time
i saw in the distance oppostie
men and women working at machines
now and then one looked up

you see the heat on the plantation as you watch
oh! think what tales twould have to tell me
im twenty-four years older myself-
bad years and good

 

– Jermaine Carter

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Summer Night

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the coolest colours of blue
the warmest shades of yellow

the aired movement of waves in the
light summer breeze

the slowest movement of clouds
the russels in the trees

the wavy lines of land
where the ocean meets the sea

 

– Sarah…

 

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The Perfect Summer

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There are wondrous places to find, to
help you unwind, under trees, that have
ample shading. A place within reach,
close to the beach, making it accessible
to go bathing. The kids are excited now,
as we approach our destination. They’re
talked about it constantly, since their
summer vacation. It’s invigorating, being
outdoors, breathing in the fresh salty air.
As a matter of fact, I’d rather be here,
then almost anywhere. When it’s time to
eat, it’s a special treat, there’s lots of
good things, we brought from home.
Everything, tastes so delicious, because
now, you’re not eating alone. The day starts
to dwindle down, it’s time for us to go. It was
a perfect day, in every way and I don’t mind,
telling you so!

 

– Audrey Heller

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