Time Dove Poems

I looked at my watch and stared at my phone,
checking Eastern, Central, Mountain, Pacific,
but coast to coast, it's just a combat zone,
they've got me down,...

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just then,

a dove descended 
to a branch, of mountain ash 
growing in my yard.

as it fluttered to gain its footing,
its wings brushed the leaves.

a small...

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Rainbow roses revived 
Rainbow rains rising
Rising of ruby rituals
Rising from heartbeat of lies
Lies with opal wings
Lies betray every crown
Crown of the spiritual realm
Crown of a...

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I felt ashamed today
I should have not spoken that way.
My love was annoyed and left.
I was surprised by all the dialogue bereft.
Worse the telephone ceased...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
the gravel...

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Given to rejoicing of her talent,
but born neither for this time nor this world,
when doves cry: knowledge of her is latent,
in the raw state and...

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I feel free like a dove,
so peaceful as can be 
and the sound of silence
is like music to my ears.
As I glaze up to heaven,
all...

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I saw you, 
Such a beautiful thing,
Enraptured with another,
I have no place to feel this way,
No reason to feel such a thing,
Yet jealousy coursed through...

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They all wish,

and dreams collide- on a dime-
on a dive,

they say in admonished curves in time and color,

of those flapping doves, 

seizes mind a flutter,

they...

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The infatuation  of a poem is a lot
Like  a high fever
The pain of a lost aspiring dream
Just like the touch of  a...

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Talk, Before the flow of the pens.      
Speak Before I send molten lava       ...

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Vampire bat with an injured wing.
Swoops through the air with a bit of a swing.
Crow drops down with a caw and a ring.
It is glamorous,...

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Windy sunny funny days in hurry
In my home I dine and slept in merry
One day from blue landed on my terrace
Lonely dove came ill and...

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I hear an audible voice in the dark
My lips quiver to say love
With no coat of arms to wrap around you in the park
My precious...

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Dedicated to Robert Lindley. Warning this tale is dark.

THE DOVE

A bloody stain upon the sheets, how cruel!
Soulless weight of the wretched beast who’d rule.
With his...

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