Best Dwelt Poems

"She wanted something to happen- something, anything: she did not know what." 
    --Kate Chopin

Yes, I wanted something to happen
I wanted him...

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The clouds were cumulus, which swept the sky above our field.
You and I were happy then. Beneath those clouds we reeled.
Oh, to be there once...

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Once in a forest, a long time ago,
there dwelt a young maiden, bright, sweet and fair.
Flowers she wore in her long wavy hair,
and each day...

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One summer day, enraptured by the Goddess Sea,
King Sun shone down with all his might; most splendidly
he moved the Goddess, for she rippled laughingly
a shimmering...

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This is the story of mad Molly Shaw
She might be mad now but she wasn’t before
she came home to find her man dead on the...

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She’d dwelt within a palace, and outside
it, geese and brilliant peacocks used to strut
inside a fragrant garden.  As a bride,
she’d said her vows beside...

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When robins appear an angel is near.
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A memorial dedicated to my mother who suffered from dementia for many years.
November 1920 - July 2008
Mother...

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untested waters
 ripple,
 strands of light
 flash in the beauty
 of my mind

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the past dwelt
 in the corner
 debilitating
 disabling
 untethering,
 I was thrown
 back...

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In a hellish nightmare pit, soldiers stand...
Along the Western Front's cruel, jagged land,
Where blood and tears paint the earth's sad lore,
They mourn their fallen with...

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“The Swoon Hypothesis”  - Part 1

“Come, take my hand”, you say, “I will show you a story”.
So, I place my hand in yours, we...

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A Palindrome Tale

I’ve got a tale to tell you of travel, love and lust
The travel, it was joyful, my love life was a bust
I met...

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My hero is Henry David Thoreau
Rather than pay taxes, to jail he’d go
     With Uncle Sam’s hand out
   ...

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Wandering eyes piercing silent wounds
focusing on whatever temporarily resumed
wondering what havoc makes this love abound
never turning to look around
eyes only for each other
closer than a...

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Plea From A Dark Soul


 Weep not in the sun for me
 my wasted life spent in vain
 by death I did flee,
 all but...

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