Category: My Poetry
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Marching With Ghosts
Marching With Ghosts Marching, marching, the living and the dead Arm in arm down cobbles boot-worn smooth From services of sombre remembrance To memorials of bronze and emblazoned marble. The pipes, the pipes and all the fallen pipers Lead as men once did to battle and to war. Then home again to cheers and speeches…
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Seasons
Four Seasons Attending to Vivaldi’s soaring strains Gives rise to words and thoughts inspired While drifting on a gentle bed of dreams That must be grasped to manifest the moment, Make clear the muddle that infests our lives. Vivaldi. What sparked the genius To bring forth the glory of the seasons That are so dimmed…
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Ask Me
Ask Me This Ask Me Ask me this: What do you want? I’ll answer you thus: Peace and quiet. Ask me this: What do you desire? I’ll answer you thus: To go my own way. Ask me this: What do you need? I’ll answer you thus: The basic necessities. Ask me this: Why do you…
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Ask Me *
Ask Me This * Ask Me Ask me this: What do you want? I’ll answer you thus: Peace and quiet. Ask me this: What do you desire? I’ll answer you thus: To go my own way. Ask me this: What do you need? I’ll answer you thus: The basic necessities. Ask me this: Why do…
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A Dream Past Waking #2
A Dream Past Waking #2 A dark caul covers my waking Fearful to close my eyes Lest the dream returns. Blackness, blackness and cowering fear Hover over my head and cloud my eyes. Surrounded by never ending confusion And futile efforts to avert the cycle. I am responsible for this ongoing disaster. I am responsible…
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A Dream Past Waking #2
A Dream Past Waking #2 A dark shadow covers my waking Fearful to close my eyes Lest the dream returns. Blackness, blackness and cowering fear Hover over my head and cloud my eyes. Surrounded by never ending confusion And futile efforts to avert the cycle. I am responsible for this ongoing disaster. I am responsible…
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A Dream Past Waking
A Dream Past Waking At first glance you overcame me It was a time of goodbyes and moving on And there you were beside me A gentle waft of springtime Differences not easy to perceive Yet commonalities drawing together A reminder of things now past A promise of things to come A dream that persists…
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Marking Time
Marking time Pacing off dimensions of my shrinking room Measuring the dwindling space That is allotted me. Not so very long ago A much bigger room it seemed The walls a distant echo Lost in some future time. A careless, carefree space Marked out in measured cadences As left-right, left-right marked the passage Of days…
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Faeries and Fyre
Faeries and Fyre Dancing and piping, singing the old songs With faeries, dryads and all the lesser spirits, Telling ancient tales passed hand to hand, Fathers to sons, mothers to daughters All the village bairns seated at their knee. Hearken to tales that came from beyond the sea Hearken to stories that speak to me…
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Faeries and Fyre
Faeries and Fyre Dancing and piping, singing the old songs With faeries, dryads and all the lesser spirits, Telling ancient tales passed hand to hand, Fathers to sons, mothers to daughters All the village bairns seated at their knee. Hearken to tales that came from beyond the sea Hearken to stories that speak to me…
Palimpsest 