Best Numberless Poems

November falls
In languid swirls
Of lacy sorrowful leaves
Waning circles
Of shortened light
How bold the cold becomes
Clearing the weighty clouds
From the pristine ebony ice
Of the heavens
Their astral beauty
Reflecting...

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"Whose woods these are I think I know" - Robert Frost

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how proper that I found you for
      my farewell, midst those dunes
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Numberless now ...
Many, the years since then
When I uncurled my toes and reached thru soil
Pushed up and spread out

While beneath me the richness of the...

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What is a Poet?

A singer of songs, a caller of warnings;
A crier of tears, a laugher, a weeper.
Lover of life; of nature, of God;
One set...

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Crisp ...
You lay like solemn ashes
'Neath glass ... spotless, sacred
Dried to bright hues ...
The shades of her lips in chill autumn air
(Winter, whisp'ring soft)
Edges crimped...

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I am the void
I am the wrath
I am the undulating sun seraph
In the temple of the butterfly
The shadow is my alibi 

~moths, in rooms full...

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(not to take too seriously; I think I am immune 
to my "enemies" by now!)

How near to us are foes we can’t resist
when cells, like...

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Of all of the beautiful seasons, I like summertime the best.
As with blooms, greenery, and bird talk, it is richly blest.

When comes dazzlingly warm weather,...

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We are like the shooting stars
Underneath God’s sun.
Speeding down our own life paths
Till our time is done.

Numberless, like bits of dust,
Moving through our space,
All so...

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The worst of the bright-cracks have passed.
The tumultiest of the bucketiest of the rains have proved not to last.
The cat has chirp-purred his way into...

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I shall go


I am writing you with remorseful heart,
for the sin that I am yet to offend;
the sin I myself mightn’t forgive myself.
The sin that...

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Day begins to write 
on the pages of my waking, 
first by rubbing out the scribbles
left by fleeing dreams, then
wanders a thin pencil line
of sound...

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WIPEOUT

You  cannot imagine us today as we were  -
Almost simply a vestigial memory;  but  once
We  were numberless and roamed the...

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Her tears lost to rain ...
Dorothea stood in the cold mist,
her habit soaked through, though she cared not.
The gray markers spread out before her like...

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