Category: My Poetry
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For No Other purpose
For No Other Purpose Not to flatter Not to praise Not to garner sympathy Not to bore my friends Not to ask forgiveness Not to seek redemption Not to insult Not to belittle But write for no other purpose Than to entertain myself.
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Hurry To The Table
Hurry To The Table There is little left to feast upon. Choice platters are all picked but clean. You came too late to dinner’s table And few desserts remain. No hunger stirred your eagerness. No urgency that drove your need. Others seated picked at scraps, Looked up with curious gaze. What thing was this delayed…
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For No Other Purpose
For No Other Purpose Not to flatter Not to praise Not to garner sympathy Not to bore my friends Not to ask forgiveness Not to seek redemption Not to insult Not to belittle Nor to deride But write for no other purpose Than to entertain myself.
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Hurry To The Table
Hurry To The Table There is little left to feast upon. Choice platters picked all but clean. You came too late to dinner’s table And few desserts remain. No hunger stirred your eagerness, No urgency drove your need. Others seated picked at scraps, Looking up with curious gaze. What thing was this delayed your presence,…
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A Thing Of Worth
A Thing Of Worth As a painter dabs this colour or that From palette arrayed with vibrant choice, Conjuring unknown greens for grass, And forming unknown blues for sky, A startling vermilion for poppy-red, A yellow unseen for blazing sun, This is what I would strive to do. I would paint canvases with words Splashed…
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A Thing Of Worth
A Thing Of Worth As a painter dabs this colour or that From palette arrayed with vibrant hues, Conjuring unknown greens for grass, And forming unknown blues for sky, A startling vermilion for poppy-red, A yellow unseen for blazing sun, This is what I would strive to do. I would paint canvases with words Splashed…
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Dodging A Bullet
Dodging A Bullet The family standing around me Must have thought I’d snuffed it Like the stiff and comatose Norwegian Blue. The room spun like a child’s top. I dropped like a brick Bouncing my head like a leaden balloon From the hardwood. I’m told that I spoke during my time on the floor, But…
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At Peace
At Peace There is no pressing “need” or “must”. No urgent demand requiring my attention. I am content and at peace. Others consider this indolence or sloth That stands in the way Of what I should be doing, A character flaw in need of correction My ways in need of redemption. I regard it as…
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Deception
Deception Who am I trying to deceive With these poetic aspirations With lofty sights set on notions Of beauty, eloquence or talent? These pieces are, In fact, mere expositions, Dry documentaries composed of stolen styles, Vocabularies of lofty pretension And saccharine sentiment. My head should hang in shame, My efforts driven from the realm of…
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Ave Verum
Ave Verum William Byrd c.1540 – 4 July 1623 Transported by the wonder of angelic voices, Swept up and away to heights That cannot be reached by mortals, Sacred music has the power to touch The most sacrilegious among us, Melting the stoniest of hearts, Bringing comfort to the desolate. Spirituality is not the sole domain…
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