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Eyes

Enraptured - swept into the pools of your soul.
Your depths lure me deeper ... until I am blissfully lost.
Enticed and entranced, I surrender to you;
Slowly slipping into scintillating shivers.


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The Sounds of White

a skater stops, a skier turns
the flapping peaceful wings of doves 
the crashing of a wave to shore
stars that glow from up above
a snowstorm or a bright refrain
the brilliant smile when you saw "Her"
the ice that melts in springtime rain
a ghost, the bride's new wedding gown
the Christmas tales of Grampa's lore
a swan, an egret, Santa's fur
snowmen, daisies, summer clouds
the light that shines from heaven's door
when, at last, the angels sing


Nov. 24, 2013


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The Garden of Adonis Lyrics

If I kissed you in the morning
would you stay,
or like the mist here in the garden
would you slowly fade away,
and if the sunlight warmed your lonely brow
and made you smile, 
would you be here by my side
and walk with me a while.

There's a blushing glow of roses,
A rouge upon your cheeks,
A hint of mellow sadness in your eyes
And a heart that wants to trust 
In your smile.

I wish I knew
the secret to your love
I wish I knew
I wish I knew

Will you wander here with me
and let's just share the day.
Who knows, perhaps we'll find our way.

If I kissed you in the morning
would you stay,
or like the mist here in the garden
would you slowly fade away.



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Missed Poem

I know it's there somewhere beyond the clouds,
Beyond the snow which slowly falls and falls;
The babes of summer covered like a shroud
And arborvitae's shoulders like a shawl.
A mellow hint of yellow somewhere dawns
And splashes through the trees its hopeful rays.
The golden glow in morning skies adorn
Horizon's clouds in colorful array.
Hues that lift the heart when winter goes;
When rapeseed blossoms smile back at the sun;
When white and pink and blue put on a show,
Through fields of green and yellow we will run.
    Sunflowers stand and bow in prayerful hush
    Like inspiration born from Vincent's brush.


Feb. 13, 2014


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My Superman Kite

                                                    fly
                                                  high
                                               and fast
                                            man of steel
                                         trying to escape
                                       and fly free for real
                                   darting to and fro quickly
                                pulling and circling and diving
                            i hold tight as his cape and mighty  
                           fist pointed high, finally climb to the
                            bright noon sky—no bird or plane
                              is this that flies—it’s superman.
                                the wind whips and snaps
                                   hard against his chest
                                       and I wish I could 
                                          ride there and
                                             look down
                                               upon me
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Dungeons of the Soul

Beware the secrets castles keep,
In empty chambers tucked away,
Within your soul they do not sleep.

There, quietly within they creep
Kept hidden from the light of day.
Beware the secrets castles keep.

Lost down behind where conscience weeps
The secrets know they cannot stay.
Within your soul they do not sleep.

Through many walls it slowly seeps
Till when our peace becomes the prey.
Beware the secrets castles keep.

We're warned that what we sow we reap.
At harvest time we'll have to pay.
Within your soul they do not sleep.

Loud echos from within betray
The secret truths that were delayed.
Beware the secrets castles keep.
Within your soul they do not sleep.


Craig Cornish Written 3/23/2013
In more of a 19th century form using tetrameter


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Stay

Be not the passioned faith that fails to stay
When driven back and beaten to the ground,
Then compensated with a weed bouquet
Or self lamenting gift of thorny crown.
Be not the selfish soul that slips and falls
While treading down the mossy path you've laid,
Avoiding faithful friends when last they called
And fearful of the truth you now evade.
Arise and brush self pity from your brow.
You are the child of all that God hath sown,
And all the gifts with which you are endowed,
Bequeathed from each and all that you have known.
   So stay, yet humbled, in this wind so strong,
   Respectful of the fact you could be wrong.


Shakespearean Sonnet--Iambic Pentameter
By Craig Cornish


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Summer Morning

The misty foggy morn floated in a dream
And lifted off the mirrored pond almost like a steam.
Moisture laden flowers bowed upon their stems.
Tiny gossamer carpets with sparkling rhinestone gems
Waiting for a whisper breeze to carry them away,
As subtle yellow glow welcomed in the day.
Iridescent dragon flies swooped by and hovered there
Above a water lilly’s bloom opening in prayer,
And as I  watched the magic new day softly dawning
I bowed  in peace, thankful for this summer morning.



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Snowflakes

A million crystals made by God
Now float in space like finest lace.
Each one perfection, never flawed -
Unique in six-fold symmetry,
Then fall to earth in cold embrace
Where moonlight dances brilliantly.

Reflecting back prismatic light
Like nature's crystal chandelier,
Embellishing this winter night ,
Then landing on your blushing cheek
And melting there just like a tear.
Still drifting with the night's mystique

A million crystals made by God
Reflecting back prismatic light.


Cornish Sonnet in Iambic Tetrameter
Craig Cornish, written March 10, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's Crystal Contest


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The Sound of Color

Amazing hues escaping, drifting all around ,
As scales in warms and cools meander through my mind.
These colored silent spectrums are a symphony.

In bright kaleidoscopic - luminescent sound
They dance to muted tune in syncopated time
And pulsate to the beat – harmonic timpani.

Amazing hues escaping, drifting all around
In bright kaleidoscopic - luminescent sound.

As scales in warms and cools meander through my mind,
They dance to muted tune in syncopated time.

These colored silent spectrums are a symphony
And pulsate to the beat – harmonic timpani.

In life we dance to music that our hearts invent
And colored with the passion that our hearts have spent.


Partly to Eileen's new form
Written in iambic hexameter


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