Long Tiber Poems

Already was straight up the flame and steady
To speak no more, and yet away it went
Being the sweet poet to let it ready,

When another, which followed in ascent,
Made us to turn our eyes to top...

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Tim was a poet but lost for words as he pondered the meaning of the cross

Sat by the road side of his inner world and wondered which way to proceed

His bones were weary his skin...

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Along some bank of ambiguity.
Isolated while in wonder,
I lacked motivation.
Consequently, I preferred to be someplace different.
I perceived myself wandering near the banks,
Concerning one Tiber River in Rome.
"What is behind me,
Is not in front of me!"
Snickering,...

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A Daniel, Come to Judgment!

Before I give my judgment in this case,
my custom is to have the plaintiff read
aloud, before the other party, face to face

the statute law that’s pertinent.  The screed,
Miss Gentileschi, starts...

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So he began spinning her the most beautiful golden yarns 
trying to dazzle and impress 
none of anything he laid bare appealed to her
It was then he turned and said
he would create the wrath of...

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Portrait of a Bibliophile


Be it time of photosynthesis or lunar luminescence, 
Diligently the boy pores over his book-
Sunshine or moonshine,
He is not arsine
To de-book himself.

For the book dear,
Has he divorced light-solar,
Burns he midnight electricity 
To...

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You better pay heed to the Devil and give the man his dues
He's been around a long time now he's even made the news
Iraq, Iran, Vietnam,  you name it He's been there
Katrina came in...

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How are things in Rome, my love, the Rome we knew so long ago?
Do the crystal waters in the Fountain of Trevi still gently flow?
Does the coin we tossed in there yet shine? I'd really...

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Vin, every game I played with you I lost
And yet, without knowing why, 
I challenged you always at my peril's cost
I was drawn to you, like a moth to die.

You taught me to swim by...

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An arrow pierced my beating heart 
While deep in rapt repose;
Waking me from my memories 
Of Milvian Bridge I suppose.

It struck straight in my aorta 
Bludgeoning me to death;
Until I woke up sweetly praying
Underneath my...

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Plato's Solilique
So we join the protest of the war
with six others by the hardware store
we carry signs and cars honk us 
wave at angry others who jeer us,
we find democracy, gasping, alive
lifting a stone off...

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