Long Rondeau redouble Poems

In wooden covered wagons on the out 
Flanks of town is where you will find the
Gypsy encampment.
Do you have an inquisitive mind?
They have all kinds of entertainment
That has to be lucrative for them to stay
Alive...

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I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew,
still, if the light should forget to shine, the...

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Kneeling in prayer, I ask God for wisdom today;
Can you hear me God in your sanctuary way up high?
Yes, God knows my soul for he is my true pathway;
And I hear God's silent words...

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The first time I saw her playfully dancing in the breeze
to the soft rustling music played by the bright autumn leaves.
Under the dusky rose sky bursting in shades of red flame,
she looked like a quaint...

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Though I knew not whether you'd be boy or girl,
I needed to give you a name.
I wanted for it to be a meaning of special
As you are to me the same.
In as the dawn brings...

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LOVER AND FRIEND


Relationships are precious, like lover and friend 
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care	
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end	
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair?...

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Music of My Soul 

The earth ever composes mystical arias for me
That taste the splendor in thunder’s profusion,
Then touch the silent metronomes of lyric waves free
To hypnotize my pulse in movements of fusion.

The sounds of...

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Once I loved you, through sunlit passions' myopic gaze,
     when beauty burned deep in this fervid breast,
     and envisioned desire beamed bright past the haze,
  ...

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My life was dull with hints of gray,
                 No longer am I sad and blue. 
   ...

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WE WILL WALK OUR RAINS

Welcome the falling rain with a rainbow smile
dripping onto our face rippling even the sea.
Flowers and bushes mottled wet along the aisle
together in the pouring rain, running with glee!

Without a care...

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GRANDDAD’S Homemade BEAN SOUP

Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town. 
     Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. 
Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound. 
  ...

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Friends are medicine for a wounded heart, and vitamins for a hopeful soul. -By Steve Maraboli


Awe-inspiring gracious waves shine and glow,
While wondrous egos glare in divine allusion,
Stout wings of ethical drive and bathetic flow,
Despite two...

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Relationships are precious, like lover and friend 
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care	
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end	
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair? 

We are...

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It came and passed, and not a word was spoken
     as trills sang sweet from the tongue of the sparrow.
          Indifference now,...

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In a tossing and turning night, to wake up I forgot
Never slipping from a series of perpetual dream
A strange situation over and again, escape I could not
In the fabric of this woolgather, I couldn’t tear...

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Daily blessings from God are priceless gain:
Breath of life for role-fulfillment each day
Grace keeps on propping serenity reign
Love abounds toward kindness-driven way.
 
With bright providence of heavenly ray
Hope beams amidst bountiful supply rain
Oh, timely provisions...

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As river does, towards vast, waste, life flows, 
Where he loses his gains, fame, and his name; 
Birth or growth is a battle, but life grows,
Stumbling he goes, to own that nameless aim.

Fountain falls with...

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Violet Jessop, threat ahead
Escaping Poseidon’s death toll’s
“Look after this, will you?” He said
She did, counting down the portholes

First the Olympic’s nurse enrolls
Last, the Britannic’s noon code red
Titanic claimed her shipmate’s souls
Violet Jessop, threat ahead

Miss Unsinkable...

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As dawn softly stirs, wistful musings touch my mind.
A balmy morning mist is silently drifting on the air.
It's as though I've left the wretched world behind.
All I'm able to hear are songbirds singing with flair.

Gratefully,...

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"The streams are my veins."
                 --Constance La France

Along the shores of the Ohio, I now call my home
My heart...

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Ah, drifting leisurely inside the cloud, 
Watching hot sun’s rays glance across the nose 
of the winged drone, stealthily slipping proud, 
I drifted so peacefully through the floes. 

Updrafts from silent streams beneath arose 
lifting...

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There are werewolves among us, or so it is said.
Not unlike what you conjure when you think “lycanthrope”.
They plot and they scheme for the blood they will shed;
they lurk in the shadows and feed on...

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A PLACE IN THE SUN


A place in the sun, it's there I want to run. . .
Orange and yellow palette brush my face,
they dry my wells of fears and so I won,
I-- slowly flower from...

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Ah, drifting leisurely inside the cloud, 
Watching hot sun’s rays glance across the nose 
of the winged drone, stealthily slipping proud, 
I drifted so peacefully through the floes. 

Updrafts from silent streams beneath arose 
lifting...

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In my fragile little ship, I sail sail, 
In the tempestuous sea of life, vast, 
Studying the stagnant winds in detail, 
Gliding up slowly with a lofty mast.

Facing strong winds my ship starts from the...

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