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Francois Hoon
Francois Hoon
(18 January 1982 - / Pretoria, South Africa)
Francois Hoon Poems
| 1. | Departure | 5/10/2007 |
| 2. | One Night | 5/10/2007 |
| 3. | The Rose | 5/10/2007 |
| 4. | A Lake, Mountains, And Three Volcanoes | 6/14/2007 |
| 5. | Young Girl | 8/9/2007 |
| 6. | Talaat Harb Street | 4/2/2008 |
| 7. | O Life Divine | 4/2/2008 |
| 8. | Closing Door And The Distance To Pain | 4/2/2008 |
| 9. | Predator’s Prey | 4/2/2008 |
| 10. | Servants Of Futility | 9/6/2008 |
| 11. | The Lost Of Romance | 9/6/2008 |
| 12. | Search For The Divine | 9/23/2008 |
| 13. | The Drifter Fly | 1/5/2009 |
| 14. | Beach Of Beauty | 1/9/2009 |
| 15. | Love | 1/14/2009 |
| 16. | Woman | 5/10/2009 |
| 17. | It’s Almost Past Twelve And I Have No Words | 6/24/2009 |
| 18. | Ellipsis... | 9/30/2009 |
| 19. | In A Small Dark And Gloomy Town | 9/30/2009 |
| 20. | Riverstars | 5/8/2007 |
| 21. | Soaring Light | 5/8/2007 |
| 22. | Ember Nights | 5/8/2007 |
| 23. | Island Blue | 5/8/2007 |
| 24. | The Place | 5/9/2007 |
| 25. | Longing | 5/9/2007 |
| 26. | Drops | 5/9/2007 |
| 27. | Direction | 5/9/2007 |
| 28. | Joy! | 5/9/2007 |
| 29. | What | 5/10/2007 |
| 30. | Crust | 5/10/2007 |
| 31. | Sorrow | 5/10/2007 |
| 32. | Broken Wood | 5/10/2007 |
| 33. | Sequitoris Tates | 5/10/2007 |
| 34. | Twisted Night Thought | 5/10/2007 |
| 35. | Hollow | 5/10/2007 |
| 36. | Snowflakes | 5/10/2007 |
| 37. | Manstreet | 5/10/2007 |
| 38. | Grey | 5/10/2007 |
| 39. | Twilight | 5/10/2007 |
| 40. | Beach | 5/10/2007 |
A Thousand Lights From A Mountain
Here I stand
In darkness of uncertainty
On the edge of a cliff in the middle of a night
A cool breeze is chilling my spine
As I look beyond on a golden shine
Behind me in the dark a forest broods
A darkness as such menacing my mood
It’s coldness and frightening solitude
Impressing on my mind
As if a force compelling me away
As I stand I feel the gravel ‘neath my feet
Crunching loosely as I shift my weight
An unstable base if I were to leap
As one or two pebbles slips,
And drops from the steep
I feel the pull
The darkness closely ...
Soaring Light
O pain of the poem where are you now
To inspire, to conjure my words of passion
Emotions so bare, so preciously full
To flood out the lines that stirs the soul
As the poet they say doth need the pain
To utter his soul on paper plain
My soul longs for You and is quenched it’s thirst
Even the pangs of a love aloof make not my passions burst
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