Long Finespun Poems

Dear promising poet,

for me, modern poetry provides a peek into a poet’s inner world. Through this artistic medium, a poet speaks in expressive language of imagery and metaphor conveying varied textures of emotions and observations...

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There’s a beguiling danger in beauty…

seduced as I was by the fickle fingers of fate musingly stroking my hair,
I envisaged
this lusciously lavish landscape 
of sun-raptured heavenly hills and valid valleys
to be a lush, plush place...

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I love your gentleness,
How your hands
Move like early Spring...

When you kiss me,
It is as if I am a dandelion;
All delicate spider-web
Gossamer threads and 
Finespun silk fragility-
Your fingers on my cheek
Feel like the spring thaw,
As if...

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There was something about this place--
so terribly unknown,
and though I fancied its mystery
I felt so alone,
an old abandoned dock, a shady-- house on a hill--
the same wardrobe of twill, in this city of stone.

All the...

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Ho! Ho! Ho!
Santa and his helper elves stacked the sleigh
With presents for children on Christmas Day 
Soon off they would ride 
Through wintery skies 
Jingling bells and Ho! Ho! Ho! all the way.

Rudolph leads the...

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A thousand simple things will make me smile...
The sleeping form of a precious newborn,
A child's drawing in his artistic style,
Pastel shades of the sky at early morn,
Fairytales of a magic unicorn.
I am amused by hair...

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With finespun fingers of silky words
brushed with passionate warmth cashmere,
fill my pillow here with your lush and luscious thoughts
so my starry-eyes may wander hushed sighs, as mere
sleepy sweet nothings whisper flushed forget-me-nots.

Dress my dreams agleam...

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She danced with the moon
For the stars in the sky,
Then into my heart;
I’ll never know why.

Her laughter, contagious;
Enchanting her looks.
Lept right of the pages
From storied old books.

She sings up the morning
And tucks in the night.
That...

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I wonder how so beautiful a flow'r
Is not endowed with much more power
As the rose that turns a look so dour 
To something sweet, to smile and not glower.

Your pretty face turned constant at the...

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Music drifts through the shadows of the night
As lovers dance under a Wolf Moon's glows
Wrapped in glorious glimmers of starlight
Where hands gently merge as unseen time slows
They caress the heart with their eyes alone
And give...

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Like the sound of ocean in a seashell
My ears ring of the love for the ocean
With land, river, lake unable to quell
The ache for sea, woven within finespun.

The sound of waves that break and surge...

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The black water rolls upon the dark sand
As the gold of twilight unveils its string
The soft reds and light grays start to command
And rise slowly, as the day tries to cling
The black of the sea...

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Carefully watching every word I said;
For the moment I did not want to tread  
any longer on this sharp vampire’s toes;
Something new I was going to compose;

‘Fable’ I asked ‘when are we to begin?...

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Would not my eyes express delight
to see the flash upon the water bright
As porpoise play on mornings dawning day
I follow them and dance along the way

Could not my heart be lighter then a cloud
as rise...

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