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Three Poems by Dee Allen

Dee Allen

by Dee Allen



Sirensong


Wind in the sails, clipper ship in motion

Left Jamaica after a transport run, enraged ocean.

The Saint Paul struggled through a storm, homeward bound.

Ears of sailors caught a melodic sound

Like a choir of a dozen angels, pleasant it can be,

From throats of the most gorgeous women they ever did see.

Sonorous half-female, half-fish.

The answers to a lonely English sailor's wish

Perched upon rocks. Sailors steadily listened, soothed & lulled--

Until the Saint Paul collided into the rocks, damaged the hull.

Sailors lost their lives, the slave ship, cruising power.

Abductors' souls drifted out--for swimming sirens to devour,

Enhanced their beauty & song, lived to serve a Hell Queen's will--

Sometimes taking in too much beauty can kill.



The Promise Ring


Your voice is an instrument.

Your instrument is fine-tuned

For any orchestra's symphony.

You are ready

To sing for

A house of hundreds

And I will applaud you

From my private box in the audience.

Rest assured that afterwards

Paris shall fall at your feet.

Angels in Heaven shall weep.

Your voice has a transcendence to it--


Wear this ring 

I place upon your finger

And promise me

You will return here

To my house by the lake.

Promise never to remove it, treasured child.

Your proud teacher

Wants your trust.

Your teacher also

Appeals for your affection.

Consider yourself

Betrothed now

To sainted music,

Christine.

_________


[ Inspired by the novel The Phantom Of The Opera by Gaston Leroux. ]



Future More Black


I cannot announce the future

With a detailed

Ten-point demand plan.


I cannot build the future

With a high-tech, somewhat sustainable vision

Described in a paperback novel.


I cannot see the future

With a clear crystal ball 

And unfathomable power of the mind


Before it materialises.


I'm no Black Panther or Black Rider.

I'm no Science Fiction author.

I'm no clairvoyant either.


I can study to the full the past.

I can apply those lessons learned to the present.


But a "Black future"?


Excuse my uncertainty.


Comments on such a time-line

Can be said for just three things

I wish for in it:


A future where the African is not extinct,


A future where Africans have more say in everything transpiring on Earth, and


A future without racism and White supremacy.

_________________________________________


[ For aries jordan. ]








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