Best Fearsome Poems

With the morning crisp and frosty
    and the Earth yearning for autumn's heat.
Darkness gave way to a fractured dawn
   ...

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He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the...

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My Waning Years

As my waning years return me to reverie
I dream about the days we spent with sylvan trees
As sunset casts its golden glow on...

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One tear slides down a slanted cheek
A silver line, the only sign

Of anguish which she does not speak
Insistent smiles, bright by design

Thin fortitude, her whitewashed...

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Goodnight my dear boy and what's that you say?
You want me to chase the bad monsters away?
Well, I'll tell you a tale that may just...

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They chatted for so long
The day was here to meet
She was so excited
Feeling her hearts every beat

He was Scottish and oh so lovely
She thought he...

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Anyday and Sundays,
breathless with the word,
anticipation - he will show up.
  It is the shout of Jericho,
    as we walk out...

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Death kissed me on the cheek
and said I could remain
I still had time to keep
but she’d be back again

For death she is a woman
A fickle...

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My thoughts they roil like waters dark 
in the abyss of blackest night, 
with memories of mother’s bookmark,
of Longfellow read by lamp light.
She called, in...

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What smug pseudomorph 
inhabits my reflection,

adroitly mimicking my 
every manner and expression,

mercilessly mocking me 
with flawless simulation?
 
She is the great pretender;
a master counterfeiter;
a furtive...

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black and white landscape
a colony of penguins ~
standing and waddling

in the oceans depth  
lives a black and white giant~
orca killer whale   

seal...

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Don’t tell me the moon is shining;
show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Anton Chekhov

the thunderclap
   of breaking pane,
  frightening.
splintered shards...

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When moonbeams dance upon the placid sea;
When billowing waves seethe endlessly;
I ponder what secrets the sea might yield,
Should its ageless mysteries be revealed!

Are there unknown...

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[This excerpt from a memoir I wrote 20 years ago seems sadly apropos given the recent mass murders and bombings]

This then is where my faith...

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Spring is not all, it is not bread nor wine
Nor wool against the lengthy winter spells
From January, April seems divine
Like a mirage in misty distance...

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