Long Frailest Poems

In your eyes, reflected to me
are memories of beautiful,
trembling pieces of laughing hope
still colors of grace and belief
feelings pouring from the shadows
never just make believe
always like the wonder of quiet faith
the struggle between knowing
and just...

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Join me in making our planet our safest haven!

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You may be wondering what I am pensively looking at that far!

It's the new world where I want to take you from where we are!

It's a place...

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I live in a little town where the
average age is pushing sixty 
or has pushed past 
and we haven't gotten the word yet
from the officials.

This morning, at a self-imposed, 
post-christmas,
celebration, 
over a big steak, 
medium-well,...

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Offspring between close family members
not biologically fit nor ablest
even if direct immediate relations
consider themselves best
buddies, emotionally intimate, and offload
heavy matters weighing down

on their respective figurative chest,
cuz lurking within brethren and cistern genes,
and/or chromosomes dwell deadliest
nastiest,...

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I am a dog of Caanan. Protector of Israels settlements,
and scavenger of the deserts. Cowed in movement and
strangled with inhuman voice, I feed upon the waste
of the crowds that gather about your lingering soul

Traipsing around...

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Forgiving is divine when given unmerited
A willful sin is an eternal burned etching
The penitent spirit forever uninhibited
Not able or willing to stand by itself

	Love blooms purest in the midnight hours
	The most chilling moment for the...

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(Re old poems)
 

One   has   to  have   plenty   of  imagination , 
             ...

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Silence

Tears fell upon broken glass
A door that once stood tall is in shambles
The fear of spoken word is strong
A hand trembling too much to write
A haunting love deviates from its course
And all that remains is...

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You are the master of self aggrandizement

You have forgotten how to be in the wrong,
Manipulation is your art, 
Insidious word-play, gentle put-downs,
Reminders of all my failures are your tools, 
I am the dartboard,
Peppered with your...

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The day after you were delivered
As you lay all pink & bundled
Warm in the Cradle of my arms
Self congratulating, smug, I lay

In wonder, Watching that naughty Golden light
Flitting and brushing, the lightest touch
O'er curled strands,...

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Like so many lemmings blindly leaping 
To join a game of follow-the-leader, 
Every year around October
They decide to descend, all sweeping 
Down on an evening breeze. 
        ...

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“Does the robin sing because the cold of winter is leaving or the warmth of spring is coming? Or might he be singing because each without the other would lessen both?”
-- Craig D. Lounsbrough



The song...

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She was the frailest of creatures ever
Pretty and white, delicate as a rose
Possessed sharp memory and very clever
A kind heart and gentle frown above her nose
Never strict, would always let go
Busy with her writing and...

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Do, at night, flowers dream of their death?
The thought, admittedly is a poetic one,
but I find that absurdity,
is often a step ahead of knowledge.
I, being less self-absorbed than the frailest weed,
never dream of death, for...

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Over the plain of sorrows
creeps the gentle beating of a sigh,
a breath too soft for trumpeting,
a faith too self-engrained to move the world.
It is the stuff of spirit haunts;
it is the frailest spark of love
that...

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Hope’s Frailty

Alas among the tools to cope
the frailest one, I find, is hope
a fibrous strand of silver thread
just out of reach, just up ahead
gossamer in sun lights glow
bejeweled in clutch of falling snow
yet still I...

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Steel kiss from phantom blades abounding,
Adagios anguished, lick, resounding,
Fierce hammers rage, in Darkness pounding-
In the hour of my night.

My beggared soul to grim remand,
Nestles deep 'neath an ebon sand,
Where gaunt and ghostly jackals stand-
In the...

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The summer days are long gone,
the sun hidden behind dark clouds.
My heart has been iced over,
pain and sorrow frozen inside me,
time stopping, dying in the ground.
Barren, colorless earth waits hopefully
for the sweet promise of spring.
Encased,...

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