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I hailed me a woman from the street Shameless, but oh, so fair! I bade her sit in the model's seat And I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart unclean; I painted a babe at her breast; I painted her as she might have been If the Worst had been the Best. She laughed at my picture a...
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In all the men I've ever seen, They all possess a silly gene. The little boy He plays inside, He romps and jokes within their hides. He'll not growup, no matter what, We think us girls, Boy what a nut. He'll not let us get in a rut, And other times be such a but. Observing them is lots of fun, We a...
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As I sit here and think of my story, Recalling my words as a kid. Life is history warmed over, I was sure I'd not do what you did. As I sit here and think of my story, Who would have thought you were right. Conveying your thoughts and experience, Thank God you candled the light. As I sit here and t...
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Music for me is a wondrous thing, It gets me high, It makes me sing. Happiness to the soul it brings, God sends it down on angel's wings. My husband says, go turn it on. Or it could be that I'll be gone. It soothes the savage bitch, you see, And there are days that could be me. Sometimes its quiet,...
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An Okefenokee resident,
Nicknamed "Gator" McPhee,
Was regaled as strong and confident,
Never fearing that swampy sea.
Being highly skilled,
Kept him safe as any fort,
From the creatures Marshal killed,
For money, fun, and sport.
Sometimes he brought them back ali...
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"My good friend Watson, look at that."
Holmes handed it to him and asked,
"What words of wisdom speak this hat?"
"I do not see; I fail to grasp."
"Surely, Watson, you can do better."
He took it back and looked again.
"Yes, I see a tiny ...
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Mind the gap
There's something
very wrong
with everything,
some cosmic equivalent
of a missed connection
at Cardiff Central,
or a derailment
outside Crewe,
a passing of ships
in the night,
captains staring
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something in the turn
of his head seen from
a distance
in his eyes
before he speaks
catching
a sideways glimpse
of the winking out
even the stars
are mutable
before he said a word
I knew him, and do still
and always will
the way he raised his hand
as if to em...
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march morning
the stray strand of a cobweb
completes a triangle
an'ya
Published Hermitage, 2006
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milky way
I forget to bid
on my ebay auction
an'ya
Published in Wisteria Journal, 2006
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On the head of white marble
a broad band of white marble binds
the undulated hair of white marble.
A curl of white marble
falls upon a marble temple
white,
where not a vein beats.
The mouth is smooth, well cut
and of white marble.The eyelids of marble,
delicate, white, have no ...
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I look up, and see the sky,
Twilight disappears,
Night is taking its possession,
Please, come very near.
It is so dark, and silent here,
The blackness fills me with dismay,
The silence presses in on me,
And you seem far away.
If you could only take a moment,
A minute, maybe...
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Oh, my Tata*
You gave so much to me
And have meant more to me
Than any man
You were the first to love
And understand me
And you gave me such confidence
By the regard you had for me
Fully believing in spite of it all,
I would turn out all right in the end
You could see...
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About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully long;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there alw...
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When the starlight sparks the sky, there are certain flowers,
That fills the night time air with intoxicating powers,
And, as the cloak of evening with its darkest hue is telling,
So is the scent of jasmine and pink primrose most compelling.
When the sun has long gone down, and daylig...
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In measured verse I'll now rehearse
The charms of lovely Anna:
And, first, her mind is unconfined
Like any vast savannah.
Ontario's lake may fitly speak
Her fancy's ample bound:
Its circuit may, on strict survey
Five hundred miles be found.
Her wit descends on foes and f...
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My dearest Frank, I wish you joy
Of Mary's safety with a Boy,
Whose birth has given little pain
Compared with that of Mary Jane —
May he a growing Blessing prove,
And well deserve his Parents' Love! —
Endow'd with Art's and Nature's Good,
Thy Name possessing with thy ...
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A hunter sits in the cold and the dark
Silent and listening. His back to the bark.
He's climbed this tree many times before,
Following the trail of a big buck's lore.
Fleeting glimpses, rarely seen,
More mystical than anything.
Birds are chirping. Its still dark.
In the distance...
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As I rummaged thro' the attic,
List'ning to the falling rain
As it patter'd on the shingles
And against the windowpane,
Peeping over chests and boxes
Which with dust were thickly spread,
Saw I in the farthest corner
What was once-my trundle bed.
So I drew it from the re...
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Go Thou thy way, and I go mine, Apart, yet not afar; Only a thin veil hangs between The pathways where we are. And "God keep watch 'tween thee and me"; This is my prayer; He looks thy way, He looketh mine, And keeps us near. I know not where thy road may lie, Or which way mine will be...
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I have no dog, but it must be
Somewhere there's one belongs to me
A little chap with wagging tail,
And dark brown eyes that never quail,
But look you through, and through, and through,
With love unspeakable and true.
Somewhere it must be, I opine,
There is a little dog of mi...
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I now think love is rather deaf, than blind, For else it could not be, That she, Whom I adore so much, should so slight me, And cast my love behind: I'm sure my language was as sweet, And every close did meet In sentence of as subtle feet As hath the youngest he, That sits in shadow of Apollo's tre...
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I
Ah, did you once see Shelly plain,
And did he stop and speak to you,
And did you speak to him again?
How strange it seems and new!
II
But you were living before that,
And also you are living after;
And the memory I started at--
My starting moves your laughter.
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The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fi...
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That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf's hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will 't please you to sit and look at her? I said
"Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read
St...
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