Category: My Poetry
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Innocence
Innocence Hills to climb Places to explore Sights as yet unseen Oceans still to sail Dreams thus far unfurled Mysteries still hidden Thoughts to share Hands to hold Lips to touch Arms to embrace Hair to stroke Eyes to gaze Secrets to confide Confessions to reveal Pledges to each other Promises to make Promises to…
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Then & Now
Then & Now When I think about what was and what might have been, I am sad. When I think about what is and think about what will be, I am depressed. And so I dwell in the past More so than in the future. It’s just easier that way. Better to be sad than…
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Dancing On The Wire
Dancing On The Wire Off down the hometown street to martial music Beating drums and patriotic songs echoing from the walls That hearten quaking spirits and steels the trembling heart. Past Murdock’s Mercantile and Billing’s Bank All strung with bunting, flags and ribbons. And on the right, there’s Maggie’s Millenary The latest Paris bonnets decked…
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Lost
Round, round, turn round again Looking for horizons on the edge of the world And finding none. Just this vast mirror-flat sea of nothing, An arching vault above casting back the same. Disquiet, unease, rising uncertainty and confusion Each feeding upon the other leading up the path To bleak despair. Lost. I am lost, deprived…
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Lost
Lost Round, round, turn round again Looking for horizons on the edge of the world And finding none. Just this vast mirror-flat sea of nothing, An arching vault above casting back the same. Disquiet, unease, rising uncertainty and confusion Each feeding upon the other leading up the path To bleak despair. Lost. I am lost,…
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Sing Me A Song
Sing Me A Song Sing me a song. Sing one so sad and softly gentle. Touch my heart as only you can In this troubled time. Sing me a tune that mourns and weeps notes Of gentle solace for I am troubled and afraid. Troubled in heart and soul For all the grief that grips…
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Brief Moments
Brief Moments <- Click here for the audio version of ‘Brief Moments’. In that brief solitary hour From when sun first raises its reluctant head above the near horizon And hoists above the treetops, There are a few brief moments of magic. Birds have ceased their pre-dawn chatter And not yet begun their raucous cries…
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Brief Moments
Brief Moments <- Click here for the audio version of ‘Brief Moments’. In that brief solitary hour From when the sun first raises its reluctant head above the near horizon And hoists above the treetops, There are a few brief moments of magic. Birds have ceased their pre-dawn chatter And not yet begun their raucous…
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Edge
Edge Faint Ghost of half-remembered dream Of time and tide, not what they seem, Leading down to water’s edge. Promises of dawn dissolving night Faint blush on eastern brow in sight Leading near horizon’s edge Gentle brush of silken hair Soft whispers on the misty air Leading souls to passion’s edge. Mere sylphs of floating…
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Fireflies
Fireflies The night lies still as death, Mists curling round cattails and willows. A tattered moon plays hide-and-seek With galleon clouds, sails unfurled Against a spray of stars. Nightjars and swallows on the hunt Flash from tree to branch, unerring, Taking fearsome toll of other flight-bound creatures. And naught but gloaming lights this narrow track…
Palimpsest 