Best Mahogany Poems

The 
        old house
   from my memories 
 opens to a wide porch
adorned by mom with...

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Paint me blue like the sky
rainbow's smile; thunder's cry
clouded curtains rife with rain
till shroud is lanced and bluebirds fly again
     Wistful...

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When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber...

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"May I?" she asked motioning to my dog-eared notepad as a child might
asking for a cookie expecting to be told it would spoil her dinner
I...

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In the moorlands of desires, 
I've forever sung choruses of
fertile faith, amidst the flock 
of bleeding birds, sprinkling
heartbeats on lush olive herbs, 
In the dream...

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A Debutante’s Ball to Remember

In the autumn of my life, oft have I recalled that superb summer night,
when I finally experienced my long-awaited heart’s delight.
Family...

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“Pristine your pose, exposed artistic allure” 

Canvas on easel waits patiently,
naked in formless thought
Inviting rapture’s brush strokes

“White on white destined pleadings”

Visions engulf watercolor yearnings
blending passion’s...

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Souvenirs of Love  …
I keep them all in a locked mahogany casket
It gets harder to open with my arthritic fingers
Yet every day I turn...

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Take me again…


Take me… for I am nothing without you
Tease my desires with your fingers a’ wander
Upon quivering flesh, shivering needs cry
All of this is...

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As cotton clouds fade under blank blackness,
I sigh as stars stare at my moon.
My breathless quill feels no pulse, but it beats,
unable to find admiration...

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"My closed eyes shall forever see, the happiness you brought to me”

My sadness wears a smile
when my eyes are closed,
keeping me from seeing
what waits outside
on...

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He kept a small room
he wasn’t in it very often
but it was there and he knew it
it was safe

for though life had opened roads
that needed...

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in funeral air
colourless grief bleeds
                    ...

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Waking up, in a light gray four poster bed.
With flowers and ribbons, painted
on the ceiling above my head.
.
Satin slippers and a robe, so soft.
A young...

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“Promises in September's magic”
“promesse nella magia di settembre”

Sweet September arrives again, 
hearing the celestial melody and 
symphony of a nocturnal wind 
calling your name, beneath...

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