Category: My Poetry
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A Cat In A Box
A Cat In A Box Once a very long time before On a very far and foreign shore This music in my failing ear Rang clarion clear Harmonious and sweet. It grew note upon note, Bar upon measure. Then it slowly faded Distracted by distractions, Confounded by contradictions, Diverted by diversions. It is way of…
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When Trees Were Real
When Trees Were Real Once upon a time When yuletide trees were real Dragged scented and dripping Through doorways too narrow And placed in rooms too low-ceilinged To accommodate both tallest branches And a star. Boxes of birds nest lights And broken ornaments Too much loved to cast away Spilled from closets, attics and garages.…
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Frustration
Frustration I look for deep issues and come up wanting. It’s an erosive, corrosive pastime. I look for something significant to say And find myself grasping at words, The right words, Words that carry weight and substance, Words that impart meaning And will spare me this cross that I bear Commanding me to tell you…
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Wilde
Wilde Wilde you flamboyant glamorous peacock. Your reputation preceded you Through the ages, Across the seas, Even unto your grave For good or ill Albeit a reputation that was unjust And simply in your nature, Neither sin nor crime. You thumbed your nose at high society And the mores they espoused. You tried to bite…
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Any Other Name
Any Other Name All this time I’ve been fooling myself. What I thought was poetry Was simply prose in pieces, Phrase-able chunks of idle fancy Reduced to tired sound-bites That looked pretty on paper. As poetry, It doesn’t quite make the grade. Although, I am my harshest critic. When looked at through the filter of…
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Round and Round
Round and Round (click above) I spun a top the other day. I sent it round and round With a whirring whining hum. Patterns blended in cotton candy ribbons Dissolving into blurred lines of colour As you would expect such things to do. I watched it idly for a while As it skittered over small…
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You Made Me Cry
You made me cry You made me cry For all the things I’ve left undone And all my sins left unforgiven And all the hurt and harm That I have done and yet may do And still remain unforgiven. I see these things reflected in your face And for all these things you made me…
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No Odysseus
No Odysseus I am swept along on a frothy gyreOf sparking synapses and pulsing neurons.I spin helpless before the maelstromThat I created,Now bound to my mastI steer a course past Scilla.I ward off CharybdisAnd fend off the Harpies I endure the Sirens As their songs lure me with promises Only to find myself here.Only here.…
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May I?
May I? Step onto the floor and dance with me For sheer joy of being together. Round and round all night Until the morning’s Intrusive light.
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What I Do
What I Do I write. I analyze what it means to write. I examine what it means to lead a moral, ethical life. To the best of my abilities, I try to adhere to those standards. I seek to discover why I often fall short of those noble goals. I observe and try to relate the…
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