Spring Angst Poems

Clouds bursting on clouds from the uncured rain,
Where stemmed wicks snuff out flower smoke,
Fissures that droop so much deeper—
The air full of seed will burn...

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Teresa of Ávila
Dreamt the passion of God.

A physical fire 
Burned an image of his power.

An image I envisioned was one so dull 
Full of pain
A...

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It's snowing
       even though it's
           April
   ...

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Being Bob

Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and...

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It's partial to Winter's bark gloom and weed bite—
Then comes Spring with his light massaging through stone,
In cold spots along her dark towering spine—
That lovers...

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Batteries flickering faint blue light-
I'm dying a little more each day.
Feel like I've offered far too much,
hungry hands would rip my heart away ...
Everybody in...

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Winter with thoughtful wings slips upon
When her voice is too frail to hold life—
Everywhere green, this light she's from;
In gentleness back the forest bites,
As feathery...

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The spring of healing has its own anthem, 
It takes the sand and the sun to mold an ornament of time, 
Glaring upon the moving...

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Sudden illness and a nurse


it is Saturday, the air has a whiff of spring
and I was too tired to go to the bakery 
to get...

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6 W's

So it is again.
Caught in the cycle of life.

Where everything is responsibility, expectations, and decay.
And the bastards beat you down with their rules and...

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As the door's brass knob aches—
Where winter season holders twist;
A new bloom in her child's frame—
Outside in my heart throb away.

Where winter season holders twist,
By...

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It started with a little glance
He noticed my face was flushed
I beg him for forgiveness with my lips
Eager emerald eyes gave me away
I purposely waited...

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If I were independent.

I would drive.

I would drive everyone around.

We would smile.

We would be friends.

Taking turns.

At the wheel.

I would be generous and helpful.

Offering to drive...

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In the starless nights and cloudy days, 
to travel in the tortuous trail of life isn’t easy.
When the flowers turn pallid and the trees tawny,
on...

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Unter den Linden 


I have a soft spot for the German language
 when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they...

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