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You Suffered More Than You Know … (poetic-prose)
Don’t think I was meddling because I Saw more than the others. Everything about You seemed transparent really, and each part You thought was hidden appeared to me as A book longing to be thumbed through- What was I to do? If you truly believed you were Hiding your heart ~ you weren’t. I didn’t [...]
A Predator That Flies Unfettered
ANALOGY (Seeing humanity through the eyes of a Hawk) Don’t be troubled, vox populi has little Effect on my cognitive state. Especially Those bitter words and opinions disgorged By nosy parkers, tattletales, and rumormongers, Meant to malign, belittle, slander, and just plain irritate the recipient. I have learned from experience to pursue only What sustains life. And [...]
Contrary Souls
Sometimes it’s amazing what can transpire between people when they can bypass ego and really communicate
confluence
Love between two as it should be
Written in the Tanka form
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Two Corner Windows …
Often in the evening Her silhouette appeared In the two corner windows. From across the thoroughfare Passionate strains of Debussy or Rachmaninoff filtered down into The street as the clarion of her ritual. Bathed in the light of many candles; She moved sylphlike, concupiscent Brushstrokes exposing the soul of Unrequited passions At times I surrendered [...]
You Suffered More Than You Know … (poetic-prose)
Don’t think I was meddling because I Saw more than the others. Everything about You seemed transparent really, and each part You thought was hidden appeared to me as A book longing to be thumbed through- What was I to do? If you truly believed you were Hiding your heart ~ you weren’t. I didn’t [...]
Tinctures of the Existential (poetic-prose)
They say, Beyond equivocation, That we are what we eat (So to speak) Or in other words, What we embrace And ingest spiritually, Or mentally, or physically, Defines what we become, and How we feel about our fellow man, And how we interrelate with the world Around us on any given day, And how we [...]
Whaleshead
(A poetic tale written with a bit of Scottish parlance) Have ye not known the tale of The Whaleshead? A black awful time It was — gripped by such a dread fright – When a raging sea, wroth with hunger, stole Near a hunner or two more a sad sorry souls And sent um down, [...]
A Blanket Of White (poetic-prose)
Is it naïve to believe that beauty Might last forever; that sapience Could reign supreme; that life might Blossom in gloriously unending colors? LONGING for that special day to arrive – IMPASSIONED when at last it does – RHAPSODIC at times in our pursuits of the intangible … Beguiled inexorably in times Continuity; our lives [...]
Poets
Blindly Touching the Naked thorns of Enigma, POETS Can be more Can see more Can feel more Without deepening The colors of the Blossom; Sipping the wines and vinegars Of the least excruciated life – poets Breathe newness while shedding The pall of past pretensions; And with reverence – Touching souls with delicate Acumen – [...]
