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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 ...
Island Blue
A placid stream flows through my thought
As a cool round liquid drop
Falling, but never to a stop.
A blue radiance cool around my mind
Brings a vision of an island of some kind
I see it from afar as I hover oceans deep
Waters beneath me rushing by
Dark lines blur and then not –
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