Lost Dizain Poems

 

"There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done.
One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow, so 
today...

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Abate of glory celebration rains
Whom shall remain explain the indecent
Losses of the fact soar plummet ill gains
Parley the thoughts remembering recent
Humanity joyous hopes of decease
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So...

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My heart may break, wreathed in somber silence.
Yet I care, I search for valleys of peace,
where rare black orchids bloom through violence,
for fallen leaves too...

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 “Those who depend on us, if cast away 
Will return to haunt us another day”
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"A dagger of pain, a tear of grief,"
by Constance La France"

Pain, like a dark secret, will descend
it cares not how we fit into life
a recurring...

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we did prepare for seasonal changes
flurries, fluttering flakes, melded snow, ice
but roads present unforeseen challenges
black ice sends vehicles across a slice
of pavement destroying the hidden...

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Sitting detached upon her moonlit throne
Yet with the butterflies, birds and flowers,
in blithe hues, she's never, in truth alone.
Mother Nature's pearly in midnight hours,
Lost in...

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In the dawn . . .  I arise from dreams of you,
the wind outside is breathing deeply low;
and birds sing among the...

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Oh, absent autumn, how long must I wait

As you linger behind summer's farewell

Lost in green, your hues of amber abate

This October is too bashful a...

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The softest double edged sword 
on my own to not get hurt,
lost inside my vision board; 
Finding a rose in the dirt 
will I become...

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Questions of truth, alas become moot--
          O'er angry voices, truth seldom heard
Like branches strayed from their...

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decided not to return to decay
              of a charming house...vibrant colours lost,...

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From our very first meeting was I doomed,  
I listened intently to your soft voice.         ...

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Overwhelmed by the inconceivable,
Giddy for the future for no reason
Whatever success is achievable,
Unmoved by thoughts of personal treason
Delighted by the sounds of the season,
Alive in...

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( In honor of my historical neighbor, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, whose family's summer home is about a mile from where I live )


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