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The Beginning (Part 1)
Words flowing as sweet wine to crystal flute
Lips caressing sweetest fruit from the vine
All sense of conversation seems so moot
Grapes turning into raisins before eyes
Is it the destination where dreams die
A place where clouds form to hold mighty rein
A place where dignity can hold head high
Sometimes victory is not a pleasure
Words no longer needed all has been placed
Silence echoing as if loud thunder
Slowly out of the mist rises the erased
And what was is no longer,nor will be
Like a birth of a new innocent life
Forming union of devil and his wife
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Lips caressing sweetest fruit from the vine
All sense of conversation seems so moot
Grapes turning into raisins before eyes
Is it the destination where dreams die
A place where clouds form to hold mighty rein
A place where dignity can hold head high
Sometimes victory is not a pleasure
Words no longer needed all has been placed
Silence echoing as if loud thunder
Slowly out of the mist rises the erased
And what was is no longer,nor will be
Like a birth of a new innocent life
Forming union of devil and his wife
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Posted: Jun 2013
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Provence
Sojourn must I to Provence again,
to its clear and love spun sky,
there, warm the breeze weaves a sigh
amid honeyed fields of sun kist grain,
I must go to Provence yet once again
where soft Orient rays caress the dawn,
languishing long on the mist hung morn,
as Lavender mimics the skies blue reign,
its quietude of beauty enraptures the lea,
from new sprung dawn to Westerns fiery eve,
unknown to fools frantic laundered plea,
unaware what the riches of the heart conceive,
Thus, my whispering emotion truly can say,
the spell of Provence has stolen my wits away.
to its clear and love spun sky,
there, warm the breeze weaves a sigh
amid honeyed fields of sun kist grain,
I must go to Provence yet once again
where soft Orient rays caress the dawn,
languishing long on the mist hung morn,
as Lavender mimics the skies blue reign,
its quietude of beauty enraptures the lea,
from new sprung dawn to Westerns fiery eve,
unknown to fools frantic laundered plea,
unaware what the riches of the heart conceive,
Thus, my whispering emotion truly can say,
the spell of Provence has stolen my wits away.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
A reflection of a beautiful time spent in Provence.
That thing you want to try
This illustration of that thing you want to try,
are you absolutely sure it can be done?
It looks awfully tricky to my untrained eye,
I can’t imagine why you think it might be fun.
It’s not because I’m getting old and fat,
and confidence in my body that I lack,
but a gymnast would have trouble doing that,
and you know that I have problems with my back.
Just look at the position of this leg,
relative to the placement of the other.
And, my dearest one, your pardon I must beg,
but if you do that with my face I think I’ll smother.
So please remove this idea from your head,
let’s have a cup of tea and watch TV instead.
are you absolutely sure it can be done?
It looks awfully tricky to my untrained eye,
I can’t imagine why you think it might be fun.
It’s not because I’m getting old and fat,
and confidence in my body that I lack,
but a gymnast would have trouble doing that,
and you know that I have problems with my back.
Just look at the position of this leg,
relative to the placement of the other.
And, my dearest one, your pardon I must beg,
but if you do that with my face I think I’ll smother.
So please remove this idea from your head,
let’s have a cup of tea and watch TV instead.
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Posted: Apr 2019
About this poem:
Mother Nature Speaks.
Lush forest trees are hacked down every day,
For human gain that shows me disrespect,
But toxic mindsets have a price to pay,
When climate change disasters take effect.
With soaring carbon gasses on the rise,
My tears fall on the earth as acid rain,
Loud storms on swelling oceans are my cries,
Wild forest fires my raging, burning pain.
It's not too late for man to save the globe,
But mankind is a greedy, selfish beast,
Reluctant when there's remedies to probe,
Before the population lies deceased.
The warnings that I give your world Take Heed !
My name is Mother Nature, yours is Greed.
For human gain that shows me disrespect,
But toxic mindsets have a price to pay,
When climate change disasters take effect.
With soaring carbon gasses on the rise,
My tears fall on the earth as acid rain,
Loud storms on swelling oceans are my cries,
Wild forest fires my raging, burning pain.
It's not too late for man to save the globe,
But mankind is a greedy, selfish beast,
Reluctant when there's remedies to probe,
Before the population lies deceased.
The warnings that I give your world Take Heed !
My name is Mother Nature, yours is Greed.
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Posted: Sep 27
About this poem:
Mother Nature is unsettled.Is the world in disbelief ?
Two Friends Of Mine.
On our life's path so oft' we'll find a bend,
When daylight pales a cloudy sombre hue,
Such darkness will seem brighter with a friend,
My hope instilled, for I am blessed with two.
Good friends are scarce, as rare as precious jewels,
Who don't intrude and yet are never far,
To discard friendship is a trait of fools,
How bleak the nightsky bearing just one star.
When Angels beckon one I hope it's me,
No joy in being bereft to grieve alone,
For now we'll live and laugh as comrades three,
Our names not etched as yet on marble stone.
So in salute I raise a glass of wine,
And toast 'Good Health' for two good friends of mine.
When daylight pales a cloudy sombre hue,
Such darkness will seem brighter with a friend,
My hope instilled, for I am blessed with two.
Good friends are scarce, as rare as precious jewels,
Who don't intrude and yet are never far,
To discard friendship is a trait of fools,
How bleak the nightsky bearing just one star.
When Angels beckon one I hope it's me,
No joy in being bereft to grieve alone,
For now we'll live and laugh as comrades three,
Our names not etched as yet on marble stone.
So in salute I raise a glass of wine,
And toast 'Good Health' for two good friends of mine.
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
A Sonnet dedicated to my two life-long friends.Remnants..
Entwined we stared upon the starry night,
White spiderwebs adorned the woods like lace,
The cold moon wore a garland of pale light,
That cast gold radiance around your face.
But new love's bloom can slowly turn to grey,
And promise drips like candle grease it seems.
When our eyes met, I should have turned away,
Cruel passing time did not respect our dreams.
Oh reader fond, do not misunderstand,
These remnants of past love hold no disdain,
Love stories are not always built on sand,
And broken hearts won't always harbour pain.
Much better to have loved and let it go,
Than never to have felt your heart aglow.
White spiderwebs adorned the woods like lace,
The cold moon wore a garland of pale light,
That cast gold radiance around your face.
But new love's bloom can slowly turn to grey,
And promise drips like candle grease it seems.
When our eyes met, I should have turned away,
Cruel passing time did not respect our dreams.
Oh reader fond, do not misunderstand,
These remnants of past love hold no disdain,
Love stories are not always built on sand,
And broken hearts won't always harbour pain.
Much better to have loved and let it go,
Than never to have felt your heart aglow.
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
Fond memories...Go Ask Alice
Right through the looking-glass we go,
Perhaps to shrink, perhaps to grow.
To see what's on the other side,
And find what these reflections hide.
A rabbit white with tie, a bow,
Oh where did all the minutes go?
The dormouse fast asleep will be,
When we at last sit down to tea.
Those mocking turtle tears will drip,
Limp mallets will be hard to grip.
The red queen in a rage will cry,
"A crimson coat, or heads will fly!"
With Alice we'll meet friend and foe,
When through that magic pane we flow.
In case of bandersnatch attack,
Our vorple blades will snicker snack.
You know for fun you're overripe,
When Carroll's talking through his pipe.
Perhaps to shrink, perhaps to grow.
To see what's on the other side,
And find what these reflections hide.
A rabbit white with tie, a bow,
Oh where did all the minutes go?
The dormouse fast asleep will be,
When we at last sit down to tea.
Those mocking turtle tears will drip,
Limp mallets will be hard to grip.
The red queen in a rage will cry,
"A crimson coat, or heads will fly!"
With Alice we'll meet friend and foe,
When through that magic pane we flow.
In case of bandersnatch attack,
Our vorple blades will snicker snack.
You know for fun you're overripe,
When Carroll's talking through his pipe.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
To Lewis Carroll
The Darkest Rose
Less fear scares me as dark shadows enclose
Under black shroud of a widow's blind-fold
Wearing the scent of summer's darkest rose
Blooms in a lonely field that death foretold
Eyes never drying when tears stop their flow
Nothing is as moist as the mourning dew
Nor stark the color of carrion crows'
Coal black feathers turning purplish-blue
Sick in my grief was love lost in the grave
More vulnerable yet lest I ever dreamed
Continuous fear wearing down depraved
Bitterness cast from the nets unredeemed
May ones' good life be made from what's gone past
Living in sweet dreams that forever last
Under black shroud of a widow's blind-fold
Wearing the scent of summer's darkest rose
Blooms in a lonely field that death foretold
Eyes never drying when tears stop their flow
Nothing is as moist as the mourning dew
Nor stark the color of carrion crows'
Coal black feathers turning purplish-blue
Sick in my grief was love lost in the grave
More vulnerable yet lest I ever dreamed
Continuous fear wearing down depraved
Bitterness cast from the nets unredeemed
May ones' good life be made from what's gone past
Living in sweet dreams that forever last
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Such is an emptiness now found in the New England woods this time of year. Visting the grave of my mother, this sonnet is very darkly reflective of my suffering a deep loss, followed by a timeless bitter mourning from a death so deeply personal. Perhaps only in our dreams can such sadness be balanced by the celebration of another happier time in life and also with the hope of her eternal love.A Lavender Sky
Casting light on shortest day my sunrise
Creeping over the top of distant hills
Marvel glowing bands of lavender skies
Quiets the lonesome night and bitter chills
Slowly, drifting, swirling clouds that appear
Their dark, bulging centers bearing more snow
Soft snowflakes fall tumbling down and adhere
Covering and hiding features below
Tell me where the soft gurgling brook went
Its sounds cannot be heard in the valley
Just the hush of dampening snows’ descent
Such long weeks before winter’s finale
Casting eyes upon the first morning light
Lavender skies….such a beautiful sight
Creeping over the top of distant hills
Marvel glowing bands of lavender skies
Quiets the lonesome night and bitter chills
Slowly, drifting, swirling clouds that appear
Their dark, bulging centers bearing more snow
Soft snowflakes fall tumbling down and adhere
Covering and hiding features below
Tell me where the soft gurgling brook went
Its sounds cannot be heard in the valley
Just the hush of dampening snows’ descent
Such long weeks before winter’s finale
Casting eyes upon the first morning light
Lavender skies….such a beautiful sight
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
The sometimes strange colors of our winter skies are truly inspirational and beautiful.Tell Me
How can such mere words bring forth such great love
To take away thy darkness and bring light
Telleth me thy secret where I may love
It seems I search but love is out of sight
The land seems barren and vast but I seek
There be the hills that form one with the sky
I search I pray I hope I continue
But maybe this thing called love is a lie
The skies have opened pouring out their rain
Upon my heart that is barely beating
I see you searching looking far away
Then our paths cross for that time so fleeting
My world became alive with your love
Once more rainbows colored sky up above
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To take away thy darkness and bring light
Telleth me thy secret where I may love
It seems I search but love is out of sight
The land seems barren and vast but I seek
There be the hills that form one with the sky
I search I pray I hope I continue
But maybe this thing called love is a lie
The skies have opened pouring out their rain
Upon my heart that is barely beating
I see you searching looking far away
Then our paths cross for that time so fleeting
My world became alive with your love
Once more rainbows colored sky up above
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
Power went out so sat in the dark on this rainy night and did some scribbling. This is what I came up with.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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