TWELVE

A Collection of Twelve Poems
by Poet Carl Watts & Frank Cunha III

Twelve: Ghost Ships in the Night
by Frank Cunha III

Eleven: The Black Leaf
by Frank Cunha III

Ten: Night’s Illusion
by Poet Carl Watts

Nine: Looking Back
by Poet Carl Watts

Eight: Sunset
by Frank Cunha III 

Seven: Standing Still
by Poet Carl Watts

Six: White Space, Female Nude
by Poet Carl Watts

Five: The Letter
by Frank Cunha III 



Four: The Arrival
by Frank Cunha III 

Three: Waiting for the Rain
by Poet Carl Watts

Two: Hot Desiree
by Poet Carl Watts

One: Looking at Life Behind the Eye of the Universe
by Poet Carl Watts

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Eleven: Night’s Illusions

Night’s Illusions

It seems it is all a dream
A pleasant mishmash of confusion
I was fine when I went to sleep
Now the pictures flash like an illusion

Beauty of body very bold
Images sharp over laid in folds
Sensuous, desirable, a story told
A woman’s beauty never grows old

The gentle brush of scented hair
Color, thoughts flashing about
Warmth and excitement fill the air
How will this dream work out?

Another flash, a clashing sound
The alarm set to kill dreams
Brilliant images falling all around
Back to sleep, should I try?

Try learn the girls name?
Get up and start my day?
I suspect I’ll never be the same
Not after meeting, the girls with no name

[end]

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Nine: Looking Back

Looking Back

We had met over space and time
Meeting as life does in it’s rhythm of rhyme

I didn’t know him at first
He wouldn’t stop, expressing a thirst

Something about him drew him to me
It was like he was looking right straight through me

Seven thousand miles and a million years
As I look back in my memory, I remember tears

It was a love that wasn’t meant to be
The kind of love only expressed by strong affinity

Still I feel I can see him behind me
Slowly walking up to touch me

I shiver with thrill
Until I remember it isn’t real

But the pictures is clear
In my heart, he will always be near.

[end]

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Two: Hot Desiree

Hot Desiree

I watched her walk up feeling the affinity
She was young and showing plenty
A very attractive hot little lass
Warm to look at, with a cute little…

A woman no less, not a girl child
She was strutting her stuff, strutting with style
Her garb was cut to pull attention
Her beauty needed no mention

She was the very center of attraction
Her presence alone caused a warm reaction
The men couldn’t seem to look away
You could tell this beauty made it that way

No sag anywhere in sight
This young lady was right
Some man was going to get lucky some day
This delicious morsel would make it that way

Ah but a sight
Warms one with delight
Too bad I couldn’t stay
And watch her all day.

[end]

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One: Looking at Life Behind the Eye of the Universe

Looking at Life Behind the Eye of the Universe

For sometime, I had given up the idea of freedom. I was trapped. I was inside looking out through eyes at the universe. I called them the

eyes of the universe.

This entire life time, I’ve been trapped. Oh, my body works well, men seem to find it interesting. But I wanted to be free to come and go.

As often as I tried, I found something holding me back, keeping me inside.

So, I tried to make the best of it.

As a child, I did all the cute things to make my parents happy. I was the “perfect little daughter”!

I really have great parents except I was too noisy, too busy, too much motion. I remember all the times I was told to settle down, be quiet,
slow down, have a seat and on and on. As a child that is a very heavy situation. I wanted to soar! The ability to move is power!

But in many ways they gave me confidence. I could charm. With a smile and flip of my head, I usually got my way. But all along the
underlying message was “be still and quiet, you’re powerless.”

Continuing, as I grew up, I dressed to impress. As a young woman, my genetics were very kind to me. Between the clothes, the smile
and the flip, I had the male world at my command.

But I was still stuck inside, powerless to move out. I was still in a physical body that was in motion.

Life was a huge adventure. I studied and learned.

Then a very charming man approached me. He wanted to take my picture.

I started to explain that I wouldn’t show up on film but he could take pictures of my body all he wanted. It was nice to have him admire my
body and capture
body and capture it on film. I didn’t tell him any of that but told him okay, go ahead. He took many shots. It was the instant of this picture that it happened. I don’t know why. Perhaps the flash startled me and I suddenly leaped out of the body.
No

I didn’t tell him any of that but told him okay, go ahead.

He took many shots.

It was the instant of this picture that it happened. I don’t know why. Perhaps the flash startled me and I suddenly leaped out of the body.
No, that’s not right but the instant the flash went off, I was several feet behind the body’s head. I knew I was free! It seemed very normal, comfortable. I tested the body and it responded even better than when I was trapped inside! For a moment, I took off. I viewed the Earth from far above. It was an awesome image to behold! I suddenly realized Frank was talking to me. I asked him what he had said. “The shoot

It seemed very normal, comfortable. I tested the body and it responded even better than when I was trapped inside!

For a moment, I took off. I viewed the Earth from far above. It was an awesome image to behold!

I suddenly realized Frank was talking to me. I asked him what he had said.

“The shoot is over. ” I didn’t mention any

I didn’t mention any of this to Frank until today. Now he doesn’t know what to think about me. I know he likes me. Perhaps I’ll take a picture of him behind his eyes and set him free too. The end.

[end]

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