Category: My Poetry
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Sunrise
Sunrise A spray of lace draped upon the morning’s grass Gives way before the hand of sunlight’s touch The air is graced with the harmonies of angels Madrigals sung at the dawning of the day Bestowing benisons of grace to all Who stand face up to receive them And bring peace to troubled hearts And…
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If I Could
If Could If I could take you back againWhat would I give? The years of watching you goWere like slow relentless stepsOn a road to present ruinNo way to anticipate the pathThat lead us to this pointOf cold indifferenceHand-in-hand we set outOn a way paved with promiseDefying dire, whispered warningsHeads in the clouds, hearts on…
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Etude
Etude The mask I wear upon my face The mask that oft I show So swift and then erase Hiding grief and tearful woe Lasts but brief seconds Tracing bitter tears Casting faint beacons Of ghostly light and hidden fears. An inner light’s faint eerie glow Passes on to banish gloom Rising from the depths…
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A Time And A Place
A Time And A Place This is a good time to live And a very good place to die. I am at peace with all things That seek to disrupt my simple life. One by one I have put them aside And sit here in the moment. The sun rests a soothing hand Upon my…
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Remember The 60s ? *
Remember The 60’s? * As the old saying goes, “If you remember the 60’s, Then you probably weren’t there”. That may be so. Much of the 60’s took place Somewhere else, Certainly not where it was supposed to. It took place in a fantasy world Conjured up by ad-men, movie producers, And magazine editors. Here…
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Pipe Dreams
Pipe Dreams Rising, ever rising Vague pulses behind my eyes Slowly first then faster and faster Through tattered clouds and swirling smoke Skyward bound with visions before my eyes Of nymphs and dryads that beckon Voices ringing like silver bells Eyes that dance and hair of sunlight Spun on wheels from golden straw This is…
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The Wardens of Skellig
The Wardens of Skellig * Communing with gannets, puffins and skuas, Amid ghostly ranks of long-departed monks And temptress selkies rising from the sea, The Wardens of Skellig Have much to talk about and ponder But only to themselves. Muttering for want of an ear to listen, Listening for want of a voice to hear.…
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They Dance
THEY DANCE They Dance, they Dance, Each turn and leap, a testament to The dedication they invest and pain that they endure. Celtic heritage or simple love for the beauty and grace That springs from the heart and soul of youth And tribute to the past. They Endure, they Endure, Hours of repetition, days, months,…
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What Shall It Profit?
What Shall It Profit? A disturbing question That deserves serious consideration. I ask myself: Is this present condition truly intolerable? What if? What if? If only? Where’s the profit? What’s the gain? Will I lose what I have if I gain what I want? A precarious balance perched on a knife’s edge. Two verities. One coin. Two sides. …
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Sights and Sounds
Sights and Sounds The taste of sight, the sound of touch All akin in purpose and nature And so define each other To feed the soul with sustenance. As saint is to sinner Incongruent when side-by-side Yet similar in purpose. To love and to hate, So alike in their intensity But born of the same…
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