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Full of liquid merriment'
Two men stumble from the door'
A lute tearful on the laughter
Halfway between yesterdays problems
And tomorrows renewal
Topping their crowns with elegant canes
One slips in the gutter
And the other laughs...
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A Calendar of Sonnets: February Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill, And willow stems grow daily red and bright. These are days when...
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SHE might have known it in the earlier Spring,--
That all my heart with vague desire was stirred;
And, ere the Summer winds had taken wing,
I told her; but she smiled and said no word.
The Autumn's eager hand...
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The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told! The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold To the red rising moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep; It is midsummer, but...
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faint pine scent
from the Christmas candle
left out through March. . .
I like to believe
in peace a while longer
©Janet Lynn Davis
First published in Wisteria, 2007.
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first few days
into this New Year,
tinsel removed—
I hang up bath linens
the color of spring
©Janet Lynn Davis
—First published in Moonset, 2006.
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When we’re eighty or older,
I’ll dye my hair orange.
I’ll be an albino raisin,
you say, with a large caterpillar
draped over the top of my head.
You’ll have no more charm
than you do right now.
You’ll...
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I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale,
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she...
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Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home:
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
Then let winged Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her:
Open wide the mind's cage-door,...
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Embers glow and fade
With each passing breath
Smoke wafts low and high
Catching the passing breeze
Hungering for sustenance
Waiting on the whims f another
Coaxing fire to arise
Igniting flames of life
Brightening dark fields of...
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To all you ladies now at Bath, And eke, ye beaux, to you, With aching heart, and wat'ry eyes, I bid my last adieu. Farewell ye nymphs, who waters sip Hot reeking from the pumps, While music lends her friendly aid, To cheer you from the dumps....
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I soar with the rhythm of language at play, let syllables ripple and fantasies sway; embracing the lilt of a medley untaught, adjusting the tilt of derivative thought. As I breathe in the scent of a blossoming word, the release of its petals I...
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With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal...
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Over and over
I tell the sky:
I am free — I!
Over and over I tell the sea:
— I am free!
Over and over I tell my lover
I am free, free!
Over and over.
But when the night comes black and cold,
I who...
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Forbidden love, I curse your strength: Addiction from the start— A plague must be upon my soul, A sickness in my heart. I sipped of blood the like of mine, But slowly did I taste. So sweet and potent was each dose, I gulp them now in haste....
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~For my Father~
Thin light is inching behind you,
beyond the cracked door, away, trailing
gray residue, leaving handfuls of dry
shadow to scratch
dusty and forgotten
hiding places in the soul.
The light is twitching,...
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She is
a hunting night cat
over the moonlit tiles
undulating
determined, filled up
with barbaric light
leaping, plunging
spilling intoxicating allure
sinking, into the scent
of exasperated
quick-love
rapture
©...
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I don't know why
but we began dancing in the garage.
Tiptoes trembling ::: buzzing :::
like quivering flower buds.
Bodies in flames
like ancient plumes with hearts.
- Our egos hanging at the wall -
Spirits soaring to...
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To face love head - on afraid With my heart someone once played Hesitant I am made A sort of traffic accident of the heart won't fade My heart was cut with a blade Vagueness of the word foiled For another man I am spoiled Vulnerability toiled My...
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You look around only to see, things not of good cheer. You only have what you see, And half of what you hear. You know things are on the move, But not sure in which gear. You know you have to take a trip, But not sure where to steer You seek...
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Passing the Cobb & Co. express, Stopped at station for horses to rest, A mysterious dark figure rides down the track, Adorning twin Colts, silver handles swung back. Slowly advancing on this place of renown, Known only for the fastest guns...
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Amongst those where your discussion will blend, One shares sarcasm without wish to offend. With another where good is all you intend, Any discrepancy your compelled to amend. Where the laughter will cause you quickly to bend, And the time...
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It seems to me I'd like to go Where bells don't ring, nor whistles blow, Nor clocks don't strike, nor gongs sound, And I'd have stillness all around. Not real stillness, but just the trees, Low whispering, or the hum of bees, Or brooks faint...
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Deep in the man sits fast his fate
To mould his fortunes, mean or great:
Unknown to Cromwell as to me
Was Cromwell's measure or degree;
Unknown to him as to his horse,
If he than his groom be better or worse.
He works, plots,...
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Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. -...
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