Best Postscript Poems

POSTSCRIPT TO A PASSION 

I was hoping you would prove me wrong -
Under the ship’s sides the barnacles still cling -
I would have thought you’d never sell our song
But true to typecast, summer mothering -

You, too, proved to be full of guile
To love meant having,...

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How sullen can farewell inscribe
The words untamed, the rain a bribe
Like ink of hours upon our last postscript
Which tumbled down softly and quickly dripped.
Clearly now in the dimming afterglow,
When the pale night breezes start to blow
I know for sure , the thing I really miss…
The...

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...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932) 


Words of purpose, carved and struck, 
as chipped from granite's cold confines, 
fashioned into filigrees 
that shocked and startled feebler minds. 

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic, 
metaphor of time and space, 
stretching skyward, swooping low,...

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...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932) 


Words of purpose, carved and struck, 
as chipped from granite's cold confines, 
fashioned into filigrees 
that shocked and startled feebler minds. 

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic, 
metaphor of time and space, 
stretching skyward, swooping low,...

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...inspired by 'Old Song' by Hart Crane


Your smile took issue with the sun,
a flash of purest fire;
it blinded me to look upon
you, glowing with desire!

Now you are lost to me I know,
and as I sleep I pray
that distant orb's full fiery glow
will keep you safe...

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The obstacles that still may come
As my clock is running down,
Will try, I'm sure, their very best
To put my mettle to the test,
And, when all, at last, is said and done,
It won't matter if I've lost or won.
I may not go out with a bang...

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...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932)
 

Words of purpose, carved and beaten,
chipped from granite's cold confines,
fashioned into filigrees
that shocked and startled feeble minds.

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic,
metaphor of time and space,
stretching skyward, swooping low,
connecting man to style and grace.

Letters of sophistication
sent...

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I am a girl who decided to go to school barefoot, because that’s what other young children from needy families in a village were used to…

I am a girl whose best childhood memory is playing with sapphire waves on a tranquil seaside and listening to...

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...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932) 


Words of purpose, carved and struck, 
as chipped from granite's cold confines, 
fashioned into filigrees 
that shocked and startled feebler minds. 

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic, 
metaphor of time and space, 
stretching skyward, swooping low,...

Continue reading...

...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932) 


Words of purpose, carved and struck, 
as chipped from granite's cold confines, 
fashioned into filigrees 
that shocked and startled feebler minds. 

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic, 
metaphor of time and space, 
stretching skyward, swooping low,...

Continue reading...

...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932) 


Words of purpose, carved and struck, 
as chipped from granite's cold confines, 
fashioned into filigrees 
that shocked and startled feebler minds. 

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic, 
metaphor of time and space, 
stretching skyward, swooping low,...

Continue reading...

LGTQs paraded through Jerusalem without a hitch
    though security was tight, not one single glitch

  Under the supervision of one Itamar Ben-Gvir 
    dubbed a 'racist right-wing fanatic' by the press
  They conveniently forgot that he'd pass...

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...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932) 


Words of purpose, carved and struck, 
as chipped from granite's cold confines, 
fashioned into filigrees 
that shocked and startled feebler minds. 

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic, 
metaphor of time and space, 
stretching skyward, swooping low,...

Continue reading...

Verse in odd rhymes
Bring awkward chimes


Word echoes strain
In meaning plain


Works in brisk ink
Tell on verge brink


Ideas now toil
To catch good spoils


Dare to word right
As soul takes flight


In a line brief
Watch mellow grief


No much can link
That funny think


See what you see
Yet let things be


Pique postscript then
For...

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...inspired by 'Old Song' by Hart Crane
 
 
Your smile took issue with the sun,
   a flash of purest fire;
it blinded me to look upon
   you, radiant with desire!
 
Now you are lost to me I know,
   and as...

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