Romance Places Poems

Where've I been in time? Seems I've passed this way before.
I remember you. Do you remember me? Life can be strange;
Like entering the same old...

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I’ve walked among its people, tasted foods:
paella, soups, *horchata, and so much more.
I’ve visited Retiro Park, seen art
in sculptures on its streets that I adore.

I’ve...

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I have taught, written, and spoken in the giant marketplace of Khem.
I would speak and write in Egypt's marketplaces and all around its rim.
One day...

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Woolgathering
In the last hour of morning;
Far removed
From all the maddening hustle
And bustle of the day.
He's in a quiet place
Traveling
On his mind's time machine.
In comfortable supine...

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“When thoughts cease to flow ~                   ...

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I  cannot recall my very first place 
as a baby I did not know my home; 
a new baby's room dressed with pretty lace...

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upon silken sheets
her naked curves to I tempt 
excitedness thralls



Written 08/02/2021...

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Writing was our passion a few years ago
Scribing writes of many, themes, topics
Amidst the Soup of our poetry posts
Via a climate cool and so very...

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Let's travel and see what we can see,                 ...

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As I walk along the wooden boards
Flanked by firm railings, 
I wonder how they used to cross
From mainland to castle,
Back when the bridge was
Stone and...

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After Glow

The pumpkin pie is steaming in the oven, 
just exactly right for the evening dessert. 
A sweet remembrance of all things...
that have happened since...

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To Heaven

My Lord, my King, 
my Sovereign Father, 
mercy and grace.
The finest flowers for the 
hour of Your birth. 

Lost are the souls born of...

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Blessed

My heart yearns for romance in this sacred place 
As waterfall tumbles with beauty and grace.

I sense divine essence in water's cascade,
A peaceful surrender in...

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the sign itself doesn’t 
stop
like my heart,
red and cornered.

a flashing soul faces you
eager to make the turn
onto a one-way street, 
called time....

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I remember when birds were just plain birds,
and ducks were the birds that swam in the lake.

Binoculars were tools for seeing ballet;
heavy, clumsy, hard to...

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