The Last New Poets
...We are the body heat
of an endangered species,
the shattered hammer and forge
of an archaic workshop.
Gone are the rhymes and chimes,
gone all reason to be,
gone the prophet, saint or devil,
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Categories:
daedalian, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Her Only Desire
...Let me go on collecting the jewels of joy to adorn your soul
Let me tirelessly take out the paste out of sandalwood to heal the blisters on your tired feet
Let me solemnly invite the cool sea breez...
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Categories:
daedalian, mom, mother, mother daughter,
Form: Free verse
Admiration
...How I admire mankind's creative shine,
that may turn stone from plain to something new.
With pencil he designs machines on line,
and paints us scenes - surrealistic view.
Law, architecture, eng...
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Categories:
daedalian, imagination,
Form: Quatrain