Long Circlet Poems

Reflecting in her garden sits a winsome little maid;
She holds a purple flower like the circlet that she made
And wrapped about her braids to grace her forehead like a crown;
Her thick and shining braids that...

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Ah, God, the way your little finger moved 
As you thrust a bare arm backward 
And made play with your hair 
And a comb a silly gilt comb 
Ah, God—that I should suffer 
Because of...

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Earth digestion bland which fuming dispersed so much the awaken quiet rest,  short when touching last best morning awaken o dear husband, all scream here are the same!? How mark grove liquid sits and...

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That we love is unquestioned, not a point of controversy,
Our marital or partnership ring is personal and never mandatorily issued; 
Youth lets us find it in order to keep and hand it on a generation,...

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Near an old forest, there lived a motherless girl
Named Rose with rosy cheeks and golden curls.

Her dad Henry remarried a business woman Hurry  
As Henry wanted the best for this lonely, sad girlie

Not only...

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“We have no milk,”
you speak quietly
in a tone reminiscent 
of another’s observation
that wine had run out
at a wedding feast.
Miraculous transformation
of wine or milk
from pitchers of water
seemingly absent from
the church job description
of educator and
director of parish...

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He stood before the soldiers,
a king draped in royal purple.
          He was crowned
with a circlet of thorns woven together, 
and pressed into His brow:
Sharp, piercing, cruel...

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Upon a winged horse he flies
To spired castles in the skies
And there through star-lined halls he strides,
A fiery sword slung at his side.

The scabbard for this burning blade
From fragile dreams of love is made.
On his...

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Your icy fingers reach up,
breaking the silence
that rises from the eerie depth
of fog,
enveloping us like an ocean.
You touch my hand at first,
sending electric throughout my whole body,
I feel paralyzed,
helpless.
I let your bony fingers rap around...

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Words_ in my garden@ the edge of thorns. 
Population cultivation of shrapneled bones.
My thoughts, mine, alone.
My as she helixed the change 
of elixired kool aid and iced earth, 
Ayahuasca tea to drink under the crystal...

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Luminous miscellaneous adorn my crown,
Frills and strawberries,
Thorny circlet dusted with a light layer of twinkle, 
As my eyes hysteric with confusion 
muse on this loss. 

I gather the lumps of loaf 
crossing the border of...

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Against a browning hill 
oak trees' bleeding limbs are stretched; 
some drops release to softly fall 
some cling to dry encrusted scars.
A few short months and we will walk
beneath the springing trees
marking their swords of...

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Novgorod’s primeval pearl, white circlet of the free
Once lost and forgotten in the Kievan sea
Veiled in millennium old shells, made from wax and birch
Grave of pure souls liberated, cast from the church
Of those forgotten who...

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In the time of dead leaves, 
when wide-eyed things
frowned at sound, 
and snow fell through fog, 
a red berry circlet
crowned her hair.

When hunger stilled infants
and frost shrouded ancients, 
wrinkled laughter dappled
forests, glades, fens.
Her talons...

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through gentle slopes of verdant grass,
  beneath emerald canopies at the park,

    the pebbly pathway meanders, widens
      into a circlet with a refreshing fountain,

  ...

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