Long Silvering Poems

Lester sat in Lisa’s café that morn,
his eyes mindlessly staring out the door,
it was July of 1889,
and new work young Lester now had to find.

He’d left Jud’s ranch when he refused to pay,
did some small...

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SILVER STAR

I have long since lost Hope,
because my paths are so endlessly long and aimless,
as if sculpted out of my restless spirit
in the long nights of reverie.
You know, Lord... I used to have my Hope.
It...

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I spend time with a friend 
well, a pseudo-friend 
an acquaintance of sorts 
no, I guess he'd be a friend, 
shit, who knows 
one of those types you never really share your heart 
that authentic...

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I look down from clouds, in a plane I sit,
And I stare at cotton, which is softly lit.
A warm glow oozes through, on the comforting hills,
With reds and yellows, my eyes it fills.

The clouds begin,...

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I.

I’ve lost my sense of silence…

I’ve lost my self
So now I hate everything
I want nothing to do with anything
Does this make you sad?

It makes me sad, sure,
And even as I curse even that sadness
I cant...

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Mirror mirror on the wall
I went to the beauty salon today
Silver strands ~ gone
Long dark wavy hair ~ beautiful 
Bet you're jealous ~ ha

Twirling away and singing "because I'm happy" by Pharrell Williams 

Six weeks...

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His hair is alive,  
serpents writhing, a man Medusa of the tropics, 
as if he wore the demons 
of colonialism and injustice on his head, 
unforgetting,
a dung-brown-and-black hologram of 
the ganja-fueled reveries inside, 
the...

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Natural Curiosity

Do you wonder about the me on my inside
As you gaze at the me on my outside,
A counterpoint to those around us?

What expectations do you hold, in keeping with my
Wrinkled brow and silvering hair...

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BLACK LACE AND BLUEBELLS

The lilt of floral summer
found me waiting
against a woodland tree,
in the early evening sun,
accompanied by birdsong,
recalling you.

Idling on grass
sprinkled with bluebells
and fairies' laughter,
you kiss the wine from my lips
and tug a blossom...

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A lighthouse blinked deep in the shadows' gray   
a fog-horn bordered at the distanced lines,
few stars were scattering above the bay
and scintillating mirrored in my eyes;
- my eyes were focusing upon the brines,
two...

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IMAGINATION TAKES HOLD
Like chrysalis asleep,dreaming of
its wings await intellectual recreation
and active benevolence which brings
wisdom & blessedness.Such does
the future promise in the range
of high arts,parcelled out in shades
of pensiveness by the ticking of
the clock as imagination...

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A button collection in an old tin can
A dipping wax model we made of our hands
at the Renaissance Festival, one day in fall
The first sound of Mozart in Benneby Hall
A love note gone crumpled in...

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Hope lingers in the fold of  Angel wings
 Symbol, here on Earth, of all things gentle hearted
You carry us when all in life is darkening

You steady us and guide our feet from faltering
Although ...

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There is I am
where the white dawn with the flying pigeons is
where the golden noon with glittering afternoon is
where the silvering dusk with rhythmic twittering is
where the silent contemplating night with poetic words is

Yes there...

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You

You are my moon by night: silvering my dreaming sleep,
Limelighting my fond imaginings and phantom hopes.
You are my sun by day: gilding my wakened thoughts,
Burnishing my desires and heartfelt yearnings.

You are azure sky in Winter:...

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Up there, a wonderful garden
       moon flowers, silvering
       the sky,,,
       Further away, igneous
    ...

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