Across the page

Across death final frontier

Across the silent years

Across the page

Exists an intangible link

Between us two

Scribbling some notes down

Suddenly your handwriting 

Peeks at me from the page blankness

Hiding in my own jottings

You are there, now

The same pulse, rhythm and tension

A certain impermanence

Across death final frontier

Across the silent years

Across the page

Your presence is undeniable

You and I are together forever.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Waiting Acrostic

Waiting the return of the eternal

Absent, moaning and mopping 

I am useless 

The loss is never ending

I still miss you

No doubt about it

Grieving is the right word. 

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Riddle 3

Humble they are not

Extravagant and ostentatious 

Generous if fussy

Fragile and irresistible 

Exquisite, over the top

Such is their nature

Waxy and delicate is their complexion

Demanding and theatrical

They are not above artifice

To increase their appeal

Whatever their makeup

They can't be ignored

Basking in adoration 

Of hordes of humans

What are they? You've guessed it?

It's not about women

Who can be all of the above too,

If given the chance

So! What do you think?

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Black Dog

It is summer in the north, winter in the south

Whatever the season, its toll is a heavy one

Lives are disappearing right, left and centre

The Black Dog, the last egalitarian, is unleashed

Whatever their country, colour, faith, sex or age

All are prey to its ravenous appetite

There is no shelter against bombs

There is no refuge against Ebola

There is no sanctuary against holy fanatics

There is no cover against racism

There is no asylum against invading armies

Where is the magic whistle

To bring it to heel and under control?

L. C. Bailliet

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Full moon

Tonight the night has a guest,

So the place has been spruced up

Every star is in place and scintillating

In the background softly playing

The symphony of the spheres

Lifts the dark ardent mood

The night in his black tuxedo is pacing

When suddenly the crispness of the air

Warns him of her arrival on the scene

Blushing divesting herself 

Of her enveloping crimson cape

She appears silvery white and frosty

Rising slowly to meet him

He embraces her 

Leading her in the full moon waltz

That will take her across the sky 

To leave her alone, pale and exhausted

In the morning of a new day.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Evanescence

I am but a shadow on this world

Long shadow, short shadow

It does not matter

I am but a shadow on this world

Evanescence tonight

The night is moonless,there is no shadow

But the tail of a shooting star

Evanescence tonight

Deliquescence of the moment

Footprints on wet sand 

To be erased by the next wave

Deliquescence of the moment

Transience of the salty tear

Born and evaporated 

By the heat of your cheek

Transience of the salty tear

Shallow breath

Insufficient to sustain 

Replaced by the next one

Shallow breath ending life.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Sad to be human

My heart is sad tonight

The world is wounded

My soul is in mourning

People are dying today

With no rhyme nor reason

Wanton destruction is reigning now

I wish to go and hide my face

'Tis too painful and heart rendering 

To see it all 

What am I doing to stop it all?

My heart weighs me down

My soul can't soar

I'm ashamed of my weakness

To be human tonight 

Is not enough today!

Lucette C. Bailliet

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