Name Aubade Poems

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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The final hour

He was as pale as a corpse floating in an icy Nordic sea.
Motionless in bed he opened up his eyes
don´t know if he...

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Head Games

You love to play them. 

When you treat me badly, 
I let you, as I thought that meant…
I was loving you. 
I was wrong....

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Big Dreams

My friend told me I should print a business card. 
He said that I should pass it out. 
He told me that I should...

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“What is your name?”
“Give me a name. I have no name.”
“ I will name you as affection.”
What is left behind
What is unquenchable.
What is the truth.

And...

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each of us is naked inside our clothes left as a tender rose as you suppose
an untimely gift so you get my drift in a...

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My Mother in ER 

You were more beautiful in death than in life.
I don't understand what painter God sent,
to turn you into a sleeping goddess.
I only know...

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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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Ancient arenas
Dot valleys of green
Olive tree lined
Stoic serene

Gone is the echo
The sounds of the play
Done is the suffering
Of Antigone

Daughter of Gods
Caring and kind
Her brother’s keeper
Loyal...

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One you and your love,that was my dream.
I was crazy about you,I was waiting for you.
I dream that you were mine only in my heart.
I...

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you are to me
what yesterday was to today
before tomorrow has a name

you move through me
without touching
being without speaking
as silence is to song
in words sung
from the...

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"My Name is History"

My name is History
I’m here to take you back in time 
To a land called Israel.
I desire to teach you a spiritual...

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October Friday 
This morning was green and a mild wind from 
Morocco blew I was in Casablanca once 
bought a pair of slippers it is...

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Bus Shelter 
Driving past a crudely made bus shelter, it looks like concrete box
I took a picture because a mystery story was told about it.
A...

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We have talked together
But never about love!
We have walked together
But never as couple!

We have laughed together
But never with shy!
But you locked me alone
And never let...

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