Long Fall over Poems

anxiety, intense -
but I am not frightened ...
my heart races ... I want to flee
my blood heats and lies to
my senses ...
'get out! go now! dear gawd, fool, run!!'
for you are formidable -
eighty inches tall,...

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Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite...

induces idyllic reverie
delight evoking similar surge,
when skirting, and eluding 
fidelity defining the marital law
on par with courting in flagrante delicto.

After reading about 
Greek goddess of love
fancy notion woke whereof
warmth suffused me
snug as...

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He finds me quietly inviting the light
To fall over my dreams, my prayers, the silence
Surrounding me with blankets of memories,
Lifting my thoughts from their wistful reveries,
Delicious darkness, so delicate, tempting me to see
Life is sometimes...

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Arise! Let the mountains cry,
Hear the rivers sigh,
Cling to the gentling morn,
Wherever His glory invites
Wonder, hope – peace
Remember the graceful sighs,
Leaves dancing through the winds,
The stars, glistening on the hills.

Arise! Let the seas soothe the...

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Ever wonder, the sort of things that Dragon and Hubby do when together?
Well never fear, I’m here to explain a Spring Day routine in good weather.
Easter was upon us, as they worked out in the...

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Prelude: A BRIDE SET FREE

How romantic, the fall, so far above the pleading waves.
The heights, the depth, to look the deep in eye and weep.
Air space between the lovers’ arc and shallow graves.
The tangible singsong...

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“Winter’s Journey”  (Part 1b)


Your mother's Universe resounds inside you 
where you are every single sparkling star 
in every planet’s sky, the Galaxies are vast you see, 
in you she’ll never die.

You are all the...

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I sit here in this corner.
It’s a dark corner.
It’s a corner lit by a single tea-candle.
It’s a small corner, 
But it’s my corner.

As I sit here in this corner—
Furthest from the door;
Furthest from corruption—
I think...

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What made me stumble,
did I make fools of us ?
Fear was in disguise
and it overwhelmed.
Oh, I remember so little of it,
fragments of memory
and spoken words
whispered in my ear.
The bar with the bodies packed in it,
they...

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I let me offer you some advice for you. 

Do the things we didn't. 

Take her to the carnival, where you two will ride everything together. Where you'll kiss atop the ferris wheel. Where she'll...

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Form - Free Verse (Written my way) Poetry Contest-Constance La France, Theme 2. Life. *A pregnant or nursing cat is called Queen.
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“Cats live for the sensation of life, not for something they might achieve or...

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had a hankering for praline pecans &
so, as one with a hankering for praline
pecans will do, when the appropriate
funds are available & one has the time
to go praline pecan search, 
off to the grocery he...

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I worked today and I didn’t think about you at all
I was happy when I came home
Ha! Home that’s a joke isn’t it, yeah . . . 
I’ve never been home, never been, for never...

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GROWING UP THE PAST RUNS DEEP

Growing up in the village..
days before electricity arrived
when i used a kerosin lamp..
as i browsed through volumes..
volumes of literature..

Till my eyes would turn dry..
and i would feel dizzy...
for not changing...

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If I were to have my way; the welcome of-those
bygone days, then I'd be...

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Is it too much

Is it too much to ask to find that one, that one that makes your heart skip a beat the first time you see them
Is it too much to ask when you...

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Religion in the public square is becoming an endangered species. - Mathew Staver

the lavender moon, in silhouettes of blue
paint my thoughts in melodies,
hues of grace and gentle peace, silent flow 
tulips, roses, lilies blowing in...

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Prelude to Psalm 23

Nothing could have been more pleasing to me
Than walking on this bed of soft green grass
Until feeling the gentle slope beneath my feet
And seeing the blue hue of the sky above
Thinking that...

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Staring into the deep


Life is a metaphor and I am simply its ball.
I bounce off walls and as I rise, I fall.
Just looking for the right time to say the right word,
Because it would feel...

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There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

And they taught us how to hate
In a hi tech kind of way 
Made us meat puppets 
For the wars they...

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In my dreams, sitting by the fire, listening
To the sigh of winter’s whispering
Just beyond the window, a mystery
Breathing laughter through the heavens
In stars, shimmering messily, like they
Know what it is to be glowing just beyond
The...

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This was written first night of my recovery from complex spinal surgery to fix my paralysis, while in ICU.  Still there

.Wee Hours of a Chess Match
I have still been passing
The long, wee hours of...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and forgive me for saying
that I hated the music grandpa’s record player was playing. 
It was from the forties as if I should be rumba swaying.
So I ran to the...

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On the third level, the revelry had ceased,
there was a great peace,
here, in the communal gardens,
a calm, joyousness descending,
a few people already resting,
on the grass, they lay,
the Tigress,
here to meet the Dark Man.
such quiet solitude...

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The bells call to me from
My home in Tuscany

I will walk again across the bridge
and over the hill to a hundred smaller hills

Vineyards abound grapes ripe and falling
to the ground

The mornings are cool and the...

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