So The Night Has A Thousand Eyes ( A film noir poem of suspense.)

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The night has a thousand eyes in the naked city

The suspect unloads his strange cargo in a dark passage

on Scarlet street.  The street of chance

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 A woman’s face appears from out of the fog

Dressed to kill. The phantom lady is desperate

She searches for the letter stolen by the voice in the wind

He listens intently to her whispering footsteps

Maybe she is a guest in the house with the spiral staircase

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He hurries but is gripped by a sudden fear

Maybe she has no man of her own

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After all the postman always rings twice

He is definitely the wrong man for her

He must not give in to temptation

The dark mirror of his deception approaches

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She’s already killed the man who Knew too much

Life with him had been a raw deal

Now it’s a case of double indemnity

She fastens the rope and gives him a kiss before dying.

The third man takes the maltese falcon from it’s dark corner

 And is bewitched.

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© Renee Dallow ( Hybiscus Bloom ) 9/4/2013

Mata Hari in love with love



 

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Margarethe Zelle was in love with love

Her heart was open wide

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But really she had no taste in men

And because of this she died.

She’d escaped a husband who beat herMataHari dreams

Buried a child of her womb

Left a daughter to a father’s care

And rented herself a room

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Somewhere in Paris near Monmatre

where  artists loved to paint
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Impressions of  a city full of life

Of gardens and rivers and streams

Where laughter and song were rife

and all could follow their dreams.

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Here she’d invent a life anew

become a law unto herself

Create a different persona too

as goddess of the dance

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‘Mata Hari ‘would be her chosen name

Meaning the eye of dawn

She’d be the picture in the frame

She would be reborn.

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But then came the war and dawn became dusk

The skies of Paris turned grey

Soon all would be rolling in the muck

And the world would lost it’s way

Sometimes I forget

Mata Hari had a contract to dance

Surely she would thrive

After all she was the darling of France

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For France she must stay alive

She adored those men in uniform

Took no heed of their flags

And was caught up in a mortal storm

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Chased by body bags

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Her contract cancelled to dance in Berlin

her jewels & furs sent away

How could she know the mess she was in?

Or comprehend  the state of play

she would deal with whoever could pay

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To help her maintain her style

Whatever little somethings they had to say

Could be garnished with her smile

She was certain that she knew her craftmata_hari wrapLove is in the cards

and that information she sold

would prove the huns completely daft

as the information was old

One night when Moscow came to call

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Mata Hari lost her heart

When she heard of his untimely fall

She pleaded for a new start

The French  sent her to his hospital bed

where a German battle would be won

Leaving twenty thousand French troops  deadcuist trenches

Near the fields at Verdunn

Back in Paris she was thrown in jail

Then faced the firing squad

blowing kisses through the bullet hail

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With one last kiss to god

When you remember Anzac Daygraves Belgian post card

Think of the eye of dawn

Just another woman who’s had to pay

For someone els’s war.

For ‘Eye Of The Dawn’ Renee Dallow

© 8/4/2013

(Hybiscus Bloom )

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Imagine the hype of the cafe scene

through the eyes of a coffee bean

Watch as all those passers by

smile and try to catch your eye

Knowing that soon they intend to sup

Cup a beansIt could be your turn in a china cup

Just put yourself in a coffee beans shoes

You’ve been denied the right to choose

As you watch the cafe scene explode

coffeeeeeeeBe polite as you grin and implode.

From ‘The Humble Coffee Bean’

    By Renee Dallow © 7/4/2013

( Hybiscus Bloom )

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Long black short

Detroit contrast

Long black,short black

Served expresso style

Move on cut back

Wipe your idiot smile

How long is your black

Gimme dollar value

Somethings outa whack

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Gimme something new

How short is that black

Is it made to measure

we’re on the same track

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Be it short black or long

Long black or short

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Somethings terribly wrong

With this first world resort

The long and short of it all

Is there in black and white

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Your back’s against the wall

And black has seen the light

From ‘The Humble Coffee Bean’

By 

Renee Dallow © 6/4/2013

(Hybiscus Bloom )

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