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I look at them differently now,
especially on slow mornings
before the sparrows realize
I have refilled the feeder,
and when the folded paper gets tossed
on my flowering begonias
but I am not upset.
They are God-spirits:
same...
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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.
...
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I sat about for me to write a poem of great renown,
And spread the word throughout the land, from countryside to town,
That soon within their midst would live a poet of highest praise
Who wielded a pen so talentedly, it would all men amaze
...
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I want to write something for you
something special
but it seems that won't do.
You were something far beyond us.
Some unreachable star.
Already.
Ten years back
- seventeen -
Late nineties.
All of us craved for you....
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I've told about the times that Ma can't find her pocketbook,
And how we have to hustle round for it to help her look,
But there's another care we know that often comes our way,
I guess it happens easily a dozen times a day.
It starts when...
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If I have wounded any soul today,
If I have caused one foot to go astray,
If I have walked in my own wilful way —
Good Lord, forgive!
If I have uttered idle words or vain,
If I have turned aside from want or pain,
Lest...
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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...
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It's a disease of the lungs:
the sighs of repressed fog
stultify vision.
The birds are all in the clouds
where fairies to angels sing &mdash
each to each.
The walk down the garden
recedes into a derelict wood
where nails...
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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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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...
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My Garden is a pleasant place
Of sun glory and leaf grace.
There is an ancient cherry tree
Where yellow warblers sing to me,
And an old grape arbor, where
A robin builds her nest, and there
Above the lima beans and peas
She...
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My life is a special gift from God given just to me.
I’m one of a kind because He made me, exclusively!
He planned me to be who I am for I am His design.
Everything He does is right and good because He is divine.
He has a...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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.
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The ocean’s siren song circles my heavy head,
wheeling faster than cloud ribbons
streaming in from the south,
settling into a circadian rhythm.
Salt-specked mist blends
bleached driftwood and
pale, oval pebbles,
as the...
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The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,
And surly Winter grimly flies;
Now crystal clear are the falling waters,
And bonie blue are the sunny skies.
Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,
The ev'ning gilds the...
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The train dragged memories of you like shadows
Their intense charcoal frames etched on passing trees
And fields that seem to be unprepared for such passion.
The vision of a green world outside my windows passes by in a blur.
What remains...
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There are five men in the moonlight
That by their shadows stand;
Three hobble humped on crutches,
And two lack each a hand.
Frogs somewhere near the roadside
Chorus their chant absorbed:
But a hush breathes out of the dream-light...
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They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces...
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Trust what comes
Adventure is fun
Looking for the best
Provison for the test
The beauty that one
Can manifest.
Light comes not to rest
But shines so I can see
Drinking from this sea
Everlasting as I pass on
to a new illumined...
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Waking, watching, upon my view
I cast my loving gaze on you,
For how was I to know in lieu,
Tomorrow's day steals you away.
To slip so quiet with Angel's sigh,
Intense the pain just swells inside,
With all my heart and...
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