Long Full dress Poems

When my son was small he and his friends loved to play marines
A brown eyed soldier dressed up in his helmet and his jeans
I asked him why he always died whenever they would play
He just...

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Grace Harbour
First into Grace Harbour
Me in classic sailboat
At anchor alone
In Desolation Sound
Where silence reveals the place
And the world is bigger
Because I can hear its’ vastness
It’s Bioacoustic diversity
Seals surface, gulls dive, water ripples.
A breeze in a...

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We're grouped together ready to party 
just standing around waiting for the coach.
Not a stag do exactly, just us men.
Before you ask, it wasn't fancy dress.
A football Friday night out for a drink,
one or two,...

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Kill the Silent One

(Silent Killer)


He has invaded, unseen
Lurking and silent
Evil destroying one and all
From cell to cell
Crawling underneath
Leaching blood and soul
Smiles are murdered
Futures destroyed
Families ruined
The silent one is a killer
Who must be killed

The order has...

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This Happy Memory

Spotted the moon out the window
and couldn't get outside quick enough.
I had always loved the moon's glow.
I used to think if I just huff
it would follow me in a bluff;
memories when I was...

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Monk's shaved pate
thick pelt around edge
leans over book

                       leans over book above river
reciting...

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The Wood Elves were summoned among the 
Greens
Your here to spread the news about the birth
Of our princess.
Her name is Josephine
She was born at eight fifteen
Was nineteen inches long and weighted in at
Six pounds 3...

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On the stone whitebeige border of a bridge over the Seine,
  she rests her two arms, her body leaning on her outer forearms;
  the tearlet longlaced white ruffles on her longsleeved dark skyblue...

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 "A bouquet of lingering stars in lull of velvet satin darkness,
 forever I give to you, my love. Quote_by Poet"


It's so perfect, calm, and tranquil; 
My spirit is truthful thankful. 
Night full of vivid...

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I often sit in quiet contemplation of my surroundings. In silent observation I process the changes that nature presents, just for my viewing pleasure. Through the changes of the seasons I watch plants grow, from...

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