Mystery Innocence Poems

(Christmas mantle, 2023)

The End of Innocence

I’m about to begin reading Don Quixote 
which will be a first for me,
but I know its gist,
and how it’s...

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Within the depths of my very being 
Resides a soul that is all seeing
With truth and strength it gently leads
A reflection of love so boundless...

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Maybe what I did will change her life, forever engraved into whom she becomes. 
For the worst or the best, I’ll never know unless she...

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Oftentimes I'm found to be
immersed in gloomy poetry.
Life's trials impose challenging woes;
so I suppose... No mystery!

Enthusiasm, seeking joy;
diminished, dampened by convoy,
of fiscal strife, decoupling wife,
neurodivergent...

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She’s the garden girl.
A precious rainbow 
in the night.
Painting with crystal water,
she brings the forest light.

For nature is her canvas.
She brings out every hue.
If you’re...

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There's more to it than meets the eye,
A look we can't deny.
Beneath the surface, a hidden plan,
A secret scheme, a hidden hand.

Behind every smile, every...

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Written on 9/26/2022
Updated on 9/27/2022
by Gail DeBole

The young boy was watching his mom
Straighten sheets on his bed with her palms.
He began scratching his head
Looked at...

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O albatross guide my loosed soul  
from the shipwreck seized by sandy shoal

persuasive Polar Star in quiet pull
a sailor’s tired eyes gone dark 
I...

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I will take flight, into another zone
how far off to wander 'tis now not known
no regret, as dear point is to be free
beyond sadness, into...

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A man from the "Land of the Midnight Sun,"
Where the fjords rose and the sky danced around.
He set sail on a ship at sea,
While a...

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Amber moon over endless seas
warm breezes caressing
Green sweet grass nodding into the brisk air
gulls nest, fires dot the beach
figures rushing hand in hand
Along the reach

the...

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I have always lived in this house.
Yet, these floors I don’t seem to remember.
From parlour to pantry there were once rugs
from Persia and Minton tiles...

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We dream of reason 
A dry season
a setting of the western sun
A dark wraith 
a bold hold of hands-on high
A reason for the gun
A black...

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From Blank Screen To Logorrhea, I Write With Confused Adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
aforementioned conglomerated eye gripping titled,
poem already aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar...

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As the warm April rain slowly falls 
all over this lonely town,
we are feeling lonelier than
the hummingbirds perched on trees,
not happy with the mood we...

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