Dark Pastoral Poems

by c. geeplay


As long as the shadows 
              of the 
sun are...

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Paraphrase From The Scriptures 
“LORD, You my Rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
My God is my Rock, in whom I take refuge, 
My shield and...

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In his weary hour
The legumes blossom on time;
Out of jocundity in honour
Of the beautiful turf
The drowsy peasant peak.

His weird blistered palm blimey,
 His nasty regalia...

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Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor.
We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light.
Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats
momentarily from semi truck’s bed,...

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dull
dark
December day-
devastation's depression
descends

makeshift banks
overhang into drifts-
snow falls icy blue


the tiles dusted with snow-
trickle down rivulets
fill the rain butt

long twilight days's of winter shade
bring tomorrow's snowdrops...

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Puritan sins flame
beautiful imperfections
we all-ter faulter...

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She
 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth—
    for your love is more delightful than wine.
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes;
    your name is...

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Now that I have opened your eyes, you must admit I have no respect for your kind, call me... "Ruinized9sdivine , so sublime, I am,...

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Prepossessing pair liquefy as a still river’s exquisite glaze ~
An undercurrent ripples in the lazy meander to ply compliance
Yellow tones of twilight seep slowly, warming...

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Today, a sparrow will take flight,
While the day melts the sunlight,
Into the night’s stary moonlight.

Nocturnal daydreaming,
Can relive the strife.
And with some introspection,
Wrong things can be...

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It is surprising what you can achieve with little imagination
Never count yourself out with Doubt
Doubt creates a dark cloud over your imagination
It is Death Over...

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A pastoral tragi-comedy – twelve hours long. 
It begins with twilight: the day’s oozing hours,
Creating somber music of a melancholic song:
The theme song to mourn...

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The coldness of Winter 
The loss and the burn
Seems hopelessly barren 
And makes our hearts churn. 

The stillness and quiet.
Anticipation seems long.
But this Season's for...

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Will you take a ride with me on an unsaddled pony,
past the dusky copper kettle glow of Gilead pond?
 
Two young, carefree kids wandering barefoot.....

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My uncle's farm lay nestled in the central Wisconsin hills
A beautiful location sure to cure this city boy's ills
So imagine my delight when invited to...

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