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There is no distance
between earth and sky,
the first blossom
remembers
the solar rhythms
of a warm caress
within its heart,
there is no distance
between oceans and stars,
the sea carries
the stirrings of the moon
within...
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XVIII Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold...
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Seashore
I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea
Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come?
Am I not always here, thy summer home?
Is not my voice thy music, morn and eve?
My breath thy healthful climate in the heats,
My touch thy...
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at 10:00 a.m. in a Saturday Morning Poetry Workshop
I am not inspired to write a sonnet
without a feeling, thought, or prayer in mind.
Though words buzz 'round within my striving bonnet,
I feel I'm walking down a path, quite...
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Come take my hand and soar with me United, exploring for all eternity......... Joined above the roaring yet tranquil sea Our souls together will mingle free. Come take my hand soar with me Through an intricately woven starry sea. Twinkling and...
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To sail upon a stagnant sea ... Can be a boring place to be. No breeze to blow upon the face To blow adventures at a rapid pace. To sail upon a stagnant sea ... Can be a boring place to be. Cheating you of your destiny ... The one that only you can...
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(Villanelle)
Summer lost its hold on heaven, broke
its crystal arc that spanned the turquoise seas.
The days turned pale and only echoes spoke
as autumn flung its strident-threaded cloak
of red and gold, rejecting summer's...
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Song ~
Sylvia the fair, in the bloom of fifteen,
Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green:
She had heard of a pleasure, and something she guessed
By the towsing and tumbling and touching her breast:
She saw the men eager, but...
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As I gaze into those deep rich awesome shimmering eyes I see more beauty than in earth's infinite starry romantic skies Thy flawlessly smooth and wonderfully natural caressing face Greatly surpassing anything in critique elegance and peaceful grace...
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Mine are the night and morning, The pits of air, the gulf of space, The sportive sun, the gibbous moon, The innumerable days. I hid in the solar glory, I am dumb in the pealing song, I rest on the pitch of the torrent, In slumber I am strong. No...
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silk and glass
a spider goes to and from
the windchime
an'ya
[Finalist Penumbra 2005 Poetry and Haiku
from the 18th Annual Penumbra
Contest and published in the anthology.]
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i
last retreat
of lovers,
erstwhile poets,
charlatans,
the perplexed
and the truly wise
of this world
who knowing speech
are speechless
is the end of wisdom
silence?
...
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Our band is few but true and tried,
Our leader frank and bold;
The British soldier trembles
When Marion's name is told.
Our fortress is the good greenwood,
Our tent the cypress-tree;
We know the forest round us,
As...
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starlings---
a little more slack
in the clothesline
an'ya
Published Hermitage, 2006
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"Lost in Your Jungle" a Spanish Version
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Perdida estoy
en el centro
de tu crujiente
panal.
Perdida. Perdida.
En una palpitante almena
de propagante ardor.
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"See they come, post haste from Thanet"
See they come, post haste from Thanet,
Lovely couple, side by side;
They've left behind them Richard Kennet
With the Parents of the Bride!
Canterbury they have passed through;...
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(The same thought resumed)
So, Time,
Royal, sublime;
Heretofore held to be
Master and enemy,
Thief of my Love's adornings,
Despoiling her to scornings: -
The sound philosopher
Now sets him to aver
You are nought
But a...
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Far-Far-Away
Far–far–away
What sight so lured him thro’ the fields he knew
As where earth’s green stole into heaven’s own hue,
Far–far–away?
What sound was dearest in his native dells?...
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A place in thy memory, dearest,
Is all that I claim,
To pause and look back when thou hearest
The sound of my name.
Another may woo thee nearer,
Another may win and wear;
I Care not, though he be dearer,
If I am remembered there.
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A walk along the sandy beach
Could not put memories out of reach,
The summer's day, though warm in hue,
Refused to still all thoughts of you.
The waves pounded rhythmic refrain
That splashed your name over again,
Strong winds...
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A walk along the sandy beach
Could not put memories out of reach,
The summer's day, though warm in hue,
Refused to still all thoughts of you.
The waves pounded rhythmic refrain
That splashed your name over again,
Strong winds blew...
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Absence: When you depart form me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave.
- Much Ado About Nothing
O never say that I was false of heart, though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.
- Sonnet 109
Action: Suit the action...
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All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue;
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it...
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All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee:
All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem:
In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea:
Breath and bloom, shade and shine, —¯...
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