Art Aubade Poems

I Love You
I love thee dearly and these are the ways
Whispered sweet nothings that light up my days
Magical moments the two of us share 
Tenderly...

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Between grains of ancient fine sand
desert roses hidden from sight—
Colourful, exquisitely fanned.
They formed in darkness; pressure shaped.
Each perfect corolla agape
in floral whorl of sharp crescents;
fluorescent...

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It's been a year 
One miraculous story 
Through 2020 God gets the glory 
We seen a lot 
We lost so much 
We never lost God's...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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We salute you, O land of hope,

Country of hospitality;

Thy full gallant legions

Have restored thy dignity.

And seated henceforth in rediscovered dignity,

Love and honour partnered with humanity,

The...

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Emilia In Romagna

Somewhere a lost little girl
Is crying in her bedroom closet
Because she can’t hear
Her mama
Moving about anymore
She can see dim shapes
Mama stored stuff in...

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The whisper in red

I had been watching TV
And as often happen when I watch
A minute sleep only
A wisp of a young woman in a red...

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I see a house that’s quiet
And she sits there alone
Her hands hold patterned pieces
Of cloth she has sewn

Blocks from boy’s printed shirt tails
And girl’s soft...

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Its a toe in the water,

its a trigger to start,

but its never the past as we can all be alike our hi-speed-art,

it's a reason to...

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Each poem better than the last
I write them to improve.
But looking back should add to fact
that nothing's new to prove.

When all I write is soon...

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THE BRIDIE PRICE OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY
Quietly her love fathomed
The glittering incisor,
A puissant one unravished,
An aesthete affirmed.
Wide in comb of friend
A pilot stood aghast
In rapt...

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Self explanitory...

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Poet's Choice
often poets
have their choice of images
turkey,
duck,
goose, 
or chicken.

language is 
cooking
each poem
has its own
smell

as the flavors
and sounds boil
reduce 
into an incense. 

people
are often
surprised
when they ...

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(A village in the Khasi hills)

Sickly pine trees in tiny clusters
On balding hillocks with grey grass
Fighting harsh battle for survival
Against bronchial suffocation
Of dust storms stirred...

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One hot summer day,
Unable to bear the scorching heat,
I was lying on the floor
In front of the portable fan, and
I saw 
My neighbour's two year...

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