The Umbrella Story
...He’s someone she once knew. He’s the reason she loves the rain and why she finds herself always waiting for the next storm. The bigger the storm, the more she remembers, sitting on the back porch at ...
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Categories:
crescendoing, childhood, deep, feelings, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
Tickled Silly
...An idea whispers,
sneaking in on cat’s paws,
a sly grin curling at the edges,
as I sip morning coffee, unaware.
It dances on tiptoes,
skipping across my mind,
twirling, pirouetting,
a baller...
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Categories:
crescendoing, hilarious, humor,
Form: Free verse
Definitely
...Definitely beautiful
The most beautiful I've seen
Who could ever fathom
I'd know my girl of dreams
My sweetheart, she's so talented
She sings like no one can
And when I fall asleep tonight
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Categories:
crescendoing, for her, i love
Form: Rhyme
Psithurism
...There was a sickly tree
In a barren clearing
In a burning country
On a mourning day.
A wild crown of branches
Haloed by concentric rings;
A rising wave of spires and spindles lash...
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Categories:
crescendoing, extended metaphor, fate, fire,
Form: Elegy
Robin Redbreast
...Robin Redbreast
Spring is here, and the robins appear
With morning and evening song in the air.
A robin redbreast perched in a tree
Sings a song for his lady bird to be,
Undeterred, a...
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Categories:
crescendoing, bird, nature, spring,
Form: Verse
The Fiddler and the Frog
...A symphony in two part sound:
the fiddler and the frog
played echo in the fog,
a lovely analog.
Crescendoing as they redound,
with none to inhibit
the bow or the ribbit,
they simply ad-lib i...
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Categories:
crescendoing, music,
Form: Other
Truth of Obscurity
...I don’t need to be told what I’ve seen
whether it’s real or a sinister scheme
I need a world where I know the rules
which we call wise which we call fools
Where the lines in the sand are a lot...
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Categories:
crescendoing, america, corruption, peace, war,
Form: Rhyme
When Darkness Falls
...it strides forward,
more confident this time than ever
in the many wars that had gone before;
to mine own weary eyes,
it seemed to be a-galloping, prancing even,
to a rhythm that drummed out m...
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Categories:
crescendoing, dark, humanity, life, light,
Form: Sonnet
Love En Requiem
...Pondering love’s inquisitions hitherto thine perplexities
as thou should knowest its tenderness requite.
Whilst thy deliberate forthright such iniquitous fortitude of beguiling amorous utterances...
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Categories:
crescendoing, angst, beautiful, conflict, emotions,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
Bolero Mi Amore
...Bolero builds in intensity,
the interplay of instruments
crescendoing; soft to loud.
Ravel’s music haunting my dreams
Chimera of swells crashing, Everest
ever-reaching for God’s pa...
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Categories:
crescendoing, music,
Form: Free verse
Reflections
...The celeritous bodies of the hills and plains
Are a true wonder. Green fields stimulating
A world of living, with just as much depth
For the dead. Dulcet hills sing sweet songs of melody,
Cresc...
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Categories:
crescendoing, allusion, analogy,
Form: Free verse
The American Morning
...The American Morning
We ride smoothly, deliberately, in this old cruising caravan,
Across the ancient American avenues and boulevards,
Of the once living, and now, the finally dead,
Of the on...
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Categories:
crescendoing, america, baseball, hope,
Form: Free verse
Antithesis
...Antithesis
In May, the lion’s ear blooms immaculately,
As if the night sky is on fire.
It excretes a ravishing untarnished beauty,
A mesmerizing compelling beauty
Only the mad mystics and poet...
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Categories:
crescendoing, love,
Form: Free verse
Awakening
...Another sleepless night without you,
Yet I had another dream.
8 young children were picking flowers,
Or...so it would seem.
4 girls and 4 boys stood before me,
Each holding a small gift of love;...
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Categories:
crescendoing, age, love, peace, sound,
Form: Narrative
We Are the Watchers
...We Are The Watchers
by Stark Hunter
Into the breach the multitudes surge,
Into the crushing breakers and
Beyond the sucking mindless tides,
Down down into the whirring, rushing confluence,...
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Categories:
crescendoing, racism, violence,
Form: Blank verse
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