Best Fauns Poems

whose bliss is this

when all ye have tranquility
absorbed in meditation
as purified drops of water
are drawn into a sponge

a wild and roving gypsy girl 
this pagan...

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Moon 
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Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, 
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, 
she had been...

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In Lochness, an undulating giant lives; 
legendary Nessie; giant oarfish or 
prehistoric remnant?  
No one knows for certain, 
but he bothers no one; leave...

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Wee Willie the leprechaun,
Likes to hang out with fairies and fauns;
'Cause they're wee people you see,
Magical much like he,
And they play through the woods until...

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I gaze at slate-grey cumulus clouds 
fat with the rain that will pour out infinite love 
on our beautiful earth. The earth now waits 
in...

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Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck, 
many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck 
heston (now a shooting...

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Malnourishment is the song from the pans whose empty hold could offer no more products to be boiled and whirled. They were quite sad having...

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The forest exploded,
fauns poured out
of a blue spigot sky.
They jumped so high
they brushed against Jesús's feet.
Brown streaks of lightning,
(wide alien eyed) so steady even in...

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profit of lost souls

In the profit of lost souls 

A twenty first century global  order 
where paper trails all but disappear 
and trade moves...

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How deep the fount that births a river, flowing forth a path
   that rushes headlong down the mount where thirsty souls can drink
...

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Dark trees, ferns, sweet with seasons showers pace. 
Winking sunlight through pines greenness embrace. 
Dew pearls embroidered flowers autumn's grace, 
Becoming earths choral flute twirl...

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Follow the rules

 The old man sat in his high walled garden
 he had been a traitor to his country not
a stern quisling but enough...

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Cold was the night when I sat down
The dimples on my cheeks were brown
When they're supposed to be bright red
The fear had gone into my...

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A lovely oaken doorway
in an old creaky shop;
I stepped through one day
and saw a bunny hop.

A sleeping faun
lay upon a rock,
in hours, predawn
he wore a...

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I met a man on the road today
otherworldly, gamin, fey.
A gimlet look in his jaundiced eye,
he held my gaze and I questioned why
he wandered here,...

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