Mystery Etheree Poems

In that place close to my heart where my soul rests like a white dove , 
I keep you .
I remember the  embraces that...

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CONTACT

I have often wondered, does life exist
Not here on Earth, of course, but elsewhere
Out in the far dark universe
On some innocent planet
Where conditions are right
And...

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Night
Tranquil
Starry sky
Embellished sheet
Nature buoys the mind
The eyes see through the veil
They journey on its highway
There's a sojourn through the meadow
Light permeates the gloomy chamber
The missing...

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Moonlight with stardust breathes into my soul
Whispering light and love through my heart
Touching my thoughts with soft silence
Calm feelings rush through my veins
Hues of crimson...

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You flew through dinner, ate your fill, then . . . (drunk
on a fair amount of wine), happened
onto guests in the lounge and charmed
them, slurring...

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A
photo
was taken 
by my friend of
a house he’d looked at.
Once it was developed,
he noticed in the window. . . 
the faces of frightened children
peering out!...

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he spoke o keep her aware
she was the subject of his
observation
his presence may have been 
unaware to her
as she never took
him or his kind serious
she...

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I
won’t be
complaining,
though it’s Monday
and raining. My key
to maintaining a good
outlook is reading a book,
a mystery, as--settled and
comfy--I find that the sounds of rain 
and soft...

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WEEPING WILLOWS

love
is        like
garden          ash
a bee that   ...

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E ve’s
N ight breeze
C arries flames
H igh over the
A mber cascade hill
N arrating a deadly
T irade; creeping house to barn
E ver so close to the...

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Day said
                       ...

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Omniscience

Look
Gaze closely
Am I circumspect?
To the coveted veracity
Just take a quick peek
C’mon, you can let me know
Am I heading nearer toward a truth
Or should I give...

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Some kind of mystic turquoise, my cat’s eyes
polishing lenses for a deep gaze
of twilight that floats in old lace,
as she lounges on wet grass
much like...

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I
can not
comprehend,
who is this girl?
Why is she looking
back at me? Why is she
here? She moves and sounds like me;
but this is not me. I want...

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How
can a
poet, one
who comprehends
the compulsion to
create; who mirrors grace
with the grace of words, lack faith?
The fact I would even need to
ask this question is, for...

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