Long Quadrivial Poems

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The...

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Draped in silent fog, is a reservoir of dreams
weathering each season, with a mystifying scheme  …
On a wind-swept shelf, she is silently sleeping 
Where secrets are guarded and are hers for the keeping
Looking out...

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Through a mystical desert he rides
His horse's nostrils breath fire
This is the land of the damned
The sun beats down mercilessly 
Yet the rider remains strong
Drawing on ancient reservoirs
A strength beyond his own

Evil has fled to...

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Standing at a quadrivial on a wooded road,
knowing that each led to a mystical, ethereal place,
the lushness of the forest inspirational and incredible,
I opt for a footpath leading to a shady grove.

Far from the...

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I slither through the deep forest 
across a mystical scene collecting remains
from last evening’s venture : a  shiny ligure,
china teapot, faded locket, and scraps
of letters on a trail of past impressions.

By now, periscope of...

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Alabaster Dreams

Sitting to pen a message dipping her quill
Into the well housing a special perfumed ink
She chose a personal periscope from her diary
My darling Memories of you heat my being to a blush

I dream of...

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DARK KISS
                               
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I find it unbelievable,
Perhaps a little mystical
That Oxford and Webster are perplexed.
Their lack of info leaves me vexed.

Their reservoir of words is vast.
They've never failed me in the past.
Ligure simply is not in there.
Nor does...

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