Red Alexandrine Poems

Life's loveless hand scraped me
              Blood poured on dry cement
The sun heated...

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In Kashagan
The silk road begins
I bought
An apricot 
From a woman
wearing
A red shawl
Over her black hair.
A yellow dress
She was stunning.
Kashagan
Has the biggest
Outdoor market
In the world
Europe is...

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Sun burns hard 
leaving red and struggle
Until night falls....

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The wind blows through the lawn
Winter’s last howl is heard

Time to pull up the dead
Last year’s bountiful crop

Red potatoes ready
Awaiting spring rain fall

Checking on the...

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The worn path was so perfect, the moment just right
  Autumn's foliage tin forest's shy light
The gay colors, bright patterns of orange, yellow, red
...

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Forever is only a moment lost without champion the cause Anderson mister burnette blossom barachatta Barbara Streisand globally Hussein ghost minnows shady lane candles blue...

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Can you hear me across the distance?
I am whispering to this paper,
I do not want them to hear
What I am saying to you,
They will hear...

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I want to touch the prevalent stars
I want to observe the lonely red mars
I want to go to glide at north pole
I want to pet...

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I watched as you walked in with your flowing hair
I stopped what I was chewing and tried not to stare
Taking a seat on the other...

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Was it, the one for me

         The red eyes and the pale face

    ...

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I long to be with you, to walk along the sand.
As the sunset shimmers, pink and orange and warm,
It dances with the waves, as I...

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Beautiful angel a soul's destination flies
High above on gossamer wings delicately 
Circling between heaven and earth as soul keepers

Eclipsing the light seraph twitches softly gaze
Touching...

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Decades of mystic dreamers have worn the path
trod across the leys, coupling pairs within Stonehenge.
Beneath the Wiltshire skies cornflower blue; they lust,
lotus-eaters, loose-limbed, seeking a...

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With no idea none at all of what to do,
were sixteen hundred soldiers counted newly dead.
Ask sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue,

How many more to muster, murder;...

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