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Hiding low my deep voice in depth of sound
More vocal my watery world than yours
Many miles in distance my presence found
Yet not far from the glimmering Azores
Large at birth swimming a winnowing sea
Transiting as I do from pole to pole
Roams vast a spirit for remaining free
Carefree I go shimmering shoal to shoal
Alive with such hope for life eternal
So much older now and so much wiser
Fills a legend from a sailor's journal
My famous name now flows like a geyser
Relate to Jonah tales of Isreal
Be watchful for spirit of Ishmael
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
A little hint perhaps in the title????
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Casual as drifting stars spark at night
Many thoughts for us floating over time
Hoping at long last for love to ignite
Ever guiding light towards a goal I climb
Lost now how many days will pass us by
When neither one of us dare take a chance
Waiting for more lonesome tears to drip dry
Will wash away the meaning of romance
Sadly even stary nights grow longer
Offer gladness yet we still feel glummer
What could make my dreams for you feel stronger
Cast in doubt a shadow moon midsummer
Please parden me this most serious blunder
It must only be your spell I'm under
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
Many thoughts staring out my window my mind drifting away to another time when a late summer night blossoms thoughts still wonderimg what might become of love and life.
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Time spreads apart many crests of a wave
Flow in cadence falling on sandy shores
Wash away any trace our souls to save
Even our footprints vanish mine and yours
Eyes shine like liquid stars so icy blue
Blind almost so pale in color make ghosts
Bumps up against darkness' glittering hue
Where deep green sea meet at the coasts
Forever drowned in a dream when each breath
A stench of decay mists into my breast
That what leaves behind after cheating death
Through rocky portals swirl a life compressed
A dank stormy night face a mighty sea
When gulls are crying and laughing at me
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
A sinking feeling to describe the smell of death washing up upon a stormy shore as it conjures up fleeting images of time and mortality for 'who knows who we really are' when our whole life is only like footprints found in the sand...... here today and gone tomorrow......
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With sadness looking around each corner
Blurry eyes still searching for some lost hope
Betrayed by death will become its mourner
Always wondering how we'll ever cope
Floating in a small stream the ducks will graze
Moving slowing around each bending reed
Drifting down the shoreline shifting our gaze
Silently watching lonely hunger feed
Lost in confines of this most peaceful place
Reflections filled in nature's paradise
Each tender stalk ripples in state of grace
Refreshing thoughts in a clear pool advise
Nature's peace given on these restless days
Abundantly found in sun's setting rays
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
Sometimes only the quiet solitide of a walk in nature will heal a troubled mind.
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Dozen old maple trees equally spaced
Seemingly planted down a lost dirt road
Perhaps on edge of forgotten field traced
No longer any memories bestowed
I imagine once stood an old farmhouse
Just a pile of jagged and broken stone
In a rusted pail now home for a mouse
Secrets ‘neath a canopy overgrown
May a forest reclaim old settled lands
No boundaries left mark once was surveyed
Gone too is the presence of working hands
Be still listen to warblers serenade
Mysteries over years as time marches on
A long row of old maples I now gaze upon
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
A walk in the autumn woods begs for explanations when such things are found as a row of brilliant maples in foliage and many little clues left behind.
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Blackbirds in flight over a restless sea
Cloudy days casting dark feelings appall
Tossed high like driftwood beyond foaming scree
Sadness shadows my door once and for all
Casting no hope deep in a storm's cold eye
No warmth is found in a coat so shoddy
Lady luck laughs with each roll of the die
Spins her web up and over my body
Never tasted such fear entombed within
Confined inside space so soft and silky
Where darkness increases every spin
In a galaxy defined as milky
A time capsule not to open too soon
Might as well be castaway on the moon
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
A sober sonnet reflecting my lonely mood on a wet, cold drizzly day feels as if being trapped inside of a spider's coccoon (wrapped by clouds)....for who knows how long ....weird thought ...I know...
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She laid awaiting anticipating
Lashes touching cheek bone,chest laying still
Time was near judge, jury, executioner
Humanity calling with their free will
The lust for money greed that drove mans needs
No longer one for all now all for one
Bloodshed hatred they knew not what they freed
Lines now drawn and their God was soon removed
Ma'at rose and turned to face her father
Tears streaming down cheeks once where lashes touched
Taken was all they had put before right
Gone were worldly possessions and such
No one questioned the fire that spread through out
Balance restored Ma'at reigned no doubt
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Have you ever thought about what it would take to restore life's balance? To fix it where humanity was one with life? Instead of people out there hustling around trying to event this and that to make things better as they see it they would be just enjoying the world as one of natures miracles? To not have anyone better than the other? Richer than the other? The right color? The right size? Just simply allowed to be? To roam the earth to eat the fruits off the trees? Without getting a shot gun shoved in your face and told to get off my property. Because there would no longer be your property or mine. I cannot help but wonder when did we decide we could take property and call it ours? Was this the beginning of the end?
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She stood so statuesque with gazing eyes
Wearing all the latest fashions with grace
Where hidden in a smile could not disguise
Any meaning from her suggestive face
Mona Lisa eye lashes in fashion
Skin white as finest alabaster clay
Hair changing colors as leaves in season
Her style was always the style for the day
Perked and prized inside of her gilded cage
Passerby fancied her perfecting shapes
Rivaling as best ancient goddess stage
Piety once dressed in immortal drapes
The street lights reflecting her long white gloves
Ideal is... is the mannequin who loves
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Commenting on a rather bizarre fascination with model-like mannequins on display in a local shop always dressed in the latest fashion while walking along Main Street at night behind her tall pane of glass....so just just kinda going with it......pure poetry needs really no reason ay all....just rhymes sometimes....right...??
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Can’t see you
Can’t feel you
Can’t hear you
Can’t speak to you
I dream of you
That
I’m with you
I wish
That
I feel you
You’re closed to me
In my heart
And
On my mind
You’re like the air
Sometimes here
And
Sometimes there
Blown around
By the wind
I wish I could
and
Fly with you
Up to the sky
Through the clouds
And back to earth
The little window
In my heart
Is always open
Only for you
To fly in it
Have a rest
And stay
And never fly
Away….
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Posted: Oct 2012
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Seldom following the foot path of life
A trail always winding not straight and smooth
Our sorrows like pricker bushes are rife
Many scraps and scratches we need to soothe
When caution falls in the way of our haste
When each foot step is not carefully placed
When in our boldness our trust is misplaced
When we fail to notice shoes are still laced
Always fear grows in the darkening dusk
With goals of growing from darkness to light
Civilize manners a little less brusque
Boldness becomes a little more contrite
Still hope for mankind should we slow the pace
Sometimes timidity's a safer place
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
This poem is a commentary on the invasive pace of modern lifestyles.
"To boldly goes where no one has gone before" epitomizes a spirit
much different than a child's natural shyness. I was such a child, once shy and fearful of life. With so many uncertainties about the direction of society, harm to environment, and political misgivings...is anyplace safe anymore?
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