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                 Annabel Lee

   It was many and many a year ago,
         In a kingdom by the sea,
   That a maiden there lived whom you may know
         By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
   And this maiden she lived with no other thought
         Than to love and be loved by me.

   I was a child and she was a child,
         In this kingdom by the sea;
   But we loved with a love that was more than love-
         I and my Annabel Lee;
   With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
         Coveted her and me.

   And this was the reason that, long ago,
         In this kingdom by the sea,
   A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
         My beautiful Annabel Lee;
   So that her highborn kinsman came
         And bore her away from me,
   To shut her up in a sepulchre
         In this kingdom by the sea.

   The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
         Went envying her and me-
   Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
         In this kingdom by the sea)
   That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
         Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

   But our love it was stronger by far than the love
         Of those who were older than we-
         Of many far wiser than we-
   And neither the angels in heaven above,
         Nor the demons down under the sea,
   Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
         Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

   For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
         Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
   And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
         Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
   And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
         In the sepulchre there by the sea,
         In her tomb by the sounding sea.

                                                      by: edgar allan poe


                 one*made*0f*nothing

ANNABEL LEE   


'Twas more than a million years ago,
    Or so it seems to me,
That I used to prance around and beau
    The beautiful Annabel Lee.
There were other girls in the neighborhood
    But none was a patch to she.

And this was the reason that long ago,
    My love fell out of a tree,
And busted herself on a cruel rock;
    A solemn sight to see,
For it spoiled the hat and gown and looks
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

We loved with a love that was lovely love,
    I and my Annabel Lee,
And we went one day to gather the nuts
    That men call hickoree.
And I stayed below in the rosy glow
    While she shinned up the tree,
But no sooner up than down kerslup
    Came the beautiful Annabel Lee.

And the pallid moon and the hectic noon
    Bring gleams of dreams for me,
Of the desolate and desperate fate
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
And I often think as I sink on the brink
Of slumber's sea, of the warm pink link
    That bound my soul to Annabel Lee;
And it wasn't just best for her interest
    To climb that hickory tree,
For had she stayed below with me,
    We'd had no hickory nuts maybe,
But I should have had my Annabel Lee.

--Stanley Huntley

CANNIBAL LEE

Ten or eleven years ago,
In the kingdom by the sea,
There lived a cutie that I dated a while
By the name of Annabelle Lee
And I'd take her for dates on occasion
If I could "buy one and get one free."

We dated maybe a year or so
In the kingdom by the sea
And were happier than two doped-up drunks
Myself and Annabelle Lee
When she caught some sort of fatal disease
And died, quite suddenly.

"Bummer," I said, and got take-out Chinese
Without my Annabelle Lee
I sat around in my underwear
And watched a little T.V.
But little did I know that a deadly space virus
Turned my love into a zombie.

So late that night, she knocked on my door
My beautiful Annabelle Lee
"Who is it?" I cried, and reached for my gat
Which was sitting right beside me
(I had to watch out for thugs and punks
In my kingdom by the sea.)

All I heard was a choked grunt
And a scratching that sounded eerie
"Hang on," I yelled, and holding my gun,
I opened the door carefully
Mumbling "I don't have any crack today,"
Figuring it was just some junkie
Imagine the look of surprise in my eyes
To see my Annabelle Lee.

"Bitch, you dead!" I protested, a little aggrieved
As she murmured and fumbled at me
There was dirt in her hair and an unbalanced stare
In the eyes of my Annabelle Lee
"Fresh brains," she expelled, as I suddenly smelled
The embalmed corpse now clawing at me.

Without a clear thought, I aimed off a shot
At the beautiful Annabelle Lee
And she jerked to the side but kept coming along
Drooling quite cannibal-ly
I tried to remember the lessons I'd learned
From Romero and Lucio Fulci

I ran to the shed and threw open the door
Looking around frantically
I noticed the machete, all iron and heavy
And grabbed it with fervent glee
With my machete, I was finally ready
To take on my Annabelle Lee.

For the moon shines above and I wait for my love
My beautiful Annabelle Lee
My biceps will strain as I destroy the brain
Of the zombified Annabelle Lee
And so I shall wait for my now ex-girlfriend
And wish I was watching MacGyver again
In my apartment there by the sea
Without zombies gnawing at me.

--Robert Chatham

Dia pay usa, pero rated-R: http://allpoetry.com/poem/6290961

'bay Hubs..

kuyawan man ta aning imong "CANNIBAL LEE"..... dili "MACHETE" kailangan ani... kondili.. si BRUCE LEE..!  hehehe.... mao ra ning estoryaha sa thriller ni MJ.. siya diay ang leader sa mga zombies... kuyawa tawon ang baje.....

and the moonshine always gleams
for political posters and their screams.
in tubagbohol threads, they shamelessly
parade their zombie bets with annabel lee.   

Quote from: islander on April 07, 2010, 05:44:49 PM
and the moonshine always gleams
for political posters and their screams.
in tubagbohol threads, they shamelessly
parade their zombie bets with annabel lee.   

but now the election is well over
and the zombies are running for cover
and some dumb neanderthal poetaster
proves how lousy he is as a lover

Hubag,  naluya kog katawa aning imong cannibal lee
   

Quote from: statesville on June 05, 2010, 05:52:03 AM
Hubag,  naluya kog katawa aning imong cannibal lee
   

He he, samot pa jud kon makadungog ka ani nga gibasa with emotion, as if in the original wording. Makaluha jud kag kinatawa...