Romantic Age Poems

Time passes on and quickly all is changed.
Spirits are different, yet youthful, yet old.
A world once warmed with love’s illusion’s cold.
Keepsakes bring back the memories,...

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The springtime of our distant youth was when
 we made sweet love beneath a silver moon.
 The whole of life stretched out before us then....

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Serene, the crisp of apple cider days
Each morning lightly misted. Its mystique  
Perhaps a guise to hide from eyes the ways
The pink hydrangeas rusted;...

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Aftermath from this er...

attempt to break thru Hadrian's Wall
while roam'n across cyberspace of urban sprawl
dark shadows spill across 
the outer limits of the twilight zone...

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LONELINESS, LONELY AND MUSIC 

The pianissimo makes the violins softly cry, 
the cellos sympathize with the sadness of the theme Barber’s Platoon 
the sublime adagio...

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I wonder where it begins from is it eyes? Is it Face?
Or is it the beautiful connection of souls we both embrace?
Colours come into life,life...

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A summer evening and death

I sat in my study thinking about death
not in an abject way, but I'm 86 
and thinking if death has any meaning
and...

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Indulging in one another is now a norm, they don't want to change.
Togetherness,having fun, romantic teasing these are now their strengths.
They hold hands,they love,they play,yes...

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The beauty of hugs,
Is that we are often given them,
When we least deserve them,
So, the next time we might feel more deserving of them,
We might...

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What happened to my sex drive?

(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- 
Oh Where Oh Where has my...

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If you like the feel of sunlight that is bright,
I have Just the poem for you.

If you would rather stay up all night,
Until the stars...

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Like an old cat stretching her limbs in the sunlight
Warmth seeping through knots in her gnarled hands and sShe sits on a paisley chair in...

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I wrap myself 
in feather-boa-fantasies of his dreams
sinuous pinot-grigio-me; 
X-rated and never sated
dancing to rock ‘n roll— 80’s dated
...my floorshow our foreplay

welcome to the conjugal...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon...

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I know I'm a potential ex
Let's have mind numbing sex
In this moment we shall flex
My sex is extinct...call me T-Rex

On your pussy I shall feed
To...

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