TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Halloween by Madison Julius Cawein

It was down in the woodland on last Hallowe’en,
Where silence and darkness had built them a lair,
That I felt the dim presence of her, the unseen,
And heard her still step on the ghost-haunted air.

It was last Hallowe’en in the glimmer and swoon
Of mist and of moonlight that thickened and thinned,
That I saw the gray gleam of her eyes in the moon,
And hair, like a raven, blown wild in the wind.

It was last Hallowe’en where starlight and dew
Made mystical marriage on flower and leaf,
That she led me with looks of a love that I knew,
And lured with the voice of a heart-buried grief.

It was last Hallowe’en in the forest of dreams,
Where trees are eidolons and shadows have eyes,
That I saw her pale face like the foam of far streams,
And heard, like the leaf-lisp, her tears and her sighs.

It was last Hallowe’en, the haunted, the dread,
In the wind-tattered wood by the storm-twisted pine,
That I, who am living, kept tryst with the dead,
And clasped her a moment and dreamed she was mine.

 

by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN (1865-1914)
Public Domain Poetry

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Prologue

The Tin Man walks home
from the market at morning.
Fresh bakery, fruits,
a big bouquet of daisies…
all that his Dorothy loves.

He walks and glistens
in the morning sun. He thinks
about her blue eyes
and her lovely smile. He hugs
the bouquet like her shoulders.

 

The Story

“Hey, you, hurry up!
Only 3 days in the town
a world-famous coach,
a relationship expert.
Oz, the great and powerful!”

Of course, the Tin Man
sits in the first row and heeds
the words of wisdom
and diligently makes notes
about loving validly.

…such a perfect speech!
Oz hotly touches his chest
and inspiredly speaks
to the breathless audience
where ‘authentic love’ resides.

The Tin Man stands on
the stage among volunteers
and suddenly… “Oh!
No-no-no! You, piece of tin!
Push off, shell of a person!

Grating of gearwheels…
The Tin Man was made heartless,
but sure not brainless.
A real, alive, hot heart
is all that the Tin Man needs!

…at the rear entrance
fans wait for an autograph,
but not the Tin Man.
When you love desperately
the end justifies the means.

The Tin Man walks home
from the market at morning.
Fresh bakery, fruits…
and a hot pulsating heart
in a plain cellophane bag.

He puts the daisies
into her favorite vase
and pictures her joy…
…how she finds on her pillow
this heart oozing with true love.

 

Epilogue

On the tin life field
memories fade like daisies.
The falling petals…
The Tin Man… Dorothy… Oz…
Hush! Do you hear town criers?

“Hey, you, hurry up!
Only 3 days in the town
a world-famous coach,
a relationship expert.
Stannum, the comprehended Love!”

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

This Kind of Pleasure ~ The one awfully cool collaboration

I love collaborations.
I do love collaborations.
I’m happy and grateful for my amazing co-authors.

Kasey Stafford. (How are you, Kasey? It’s been a long time since I’ve heard from you… I hope you’re OK!)

Michael Spahr. (Michael, I’m so sorry about the delay with my letter! I’ll finish this post and run into my e-mail box!)

Tony Single. (Well… I should say something now… ahem… ahem… Tony! YOU ROCK! Yes. I’m Captain Obvious… LOL!)

Ry Hakari. (Ry! My dear Scourged Red-Winged Blackbird! Please, visit your FB-nest!)

You’re my Gurus, guys. I bow my head and touch your feet. I’m your humble apprentice. Thank you for this honor to work with you! It was funny and sad, philosophical and playful, innocent and obscene… but it was awesome always.

I remember my every collaboration. Honestly! Every collaboration is special. I hope my lessons will last for a long time… But today… Yes.

A big day!

What can I say about Gregory? Hmmm… He’s a tall blue-eyed blonde and a lawyer, he plays tennis and likes yodeling… LOL! Did you swallow that bullshit? NO! I’m kidding, of course. I know nothing about Gregory except the fact that he has a really cool name (you do love HOUSE M.D., don’t you?) and he writes mind-blowing poems.

So… let me introduce you our common effort. I hope you enjoy this little poetical trip. And one last thing before you start… Hey! Don’t use drugs, guys! It’s not cool! Read poems! It’s the fashion at present!

 

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She doesn’t attempt to untangle
The dreams locked within the strands of her hair
She stares at the sky waiting for something…
She sees how Draco flirts with Lesser Bear
Playing the starry triangle

A loose smile creeps upon her face
Like a dark shadow confined to a peculiar dance
Her mind and emotions traipse confusions’ paradise.
Lesser Bear gives Draco a disdainful look askance
Touching the collar with jet lace

He doesn’t witness her transition
Her body contracting, scaling, slithering,
Her whisper-hiss’s about Baudelaire, Hughes & Hughes…
Syphilitic Les Fleurs du mal are withering…
No one can be her physician

He realizes too late
Her body has coiled from his feet to his waist
Look of love: Unorthodox pleasure in horror…
Air is filled with a subtle hashish aftertaste…
Barbed pinions start to gyrate

A meditation of some form is due
Polka dot scales, Hades blue, this poetic voodo
He collapses elated to notice an audience entranced…
Even your high celestial status can’t protect from the hoodoo
Subtle laces sink into Draco’s bloody goo…

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & GREGORY WAITS JR.
© All rights reserved 2015