Edgar Allan Poe
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It is the desire of the moth
for the star…..
- Edgar Allan Poe
I awoke this morning
to find the powdery imprint
of wings on a window
that must have been left
by a mot...
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Categories:
powdery, beauty, desire, poets, tribute,
Form: Free verse
Quite a Sight
...Phoebe and her brother and sisters loved to play, like capricious wind;
And many robust children lived nearby, like green nature, an old friend.
The Clarks lived in town, like turquoise n...
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Categories:
powdery, beautiful, children, fantasy, fun,
Form: Couplet
Memento on the Moon
...The Moomagatta is very heavy.
And being the strongest astronaut around,
I knew, for Earth's sake, I had to be ready.
Not a month later on the powdery surface I touched down.
The Moomagatta and me...
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Categories:
powdery, moon,
Form: Rhyme
UNAFRAID OF JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY IDENTITY THIEF
...I DON'T FEAR YOU BREAKING INTO MY HOME PUTTING STICKERS ON MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES I GUESS YOU'RE STILL STALKING ME WHAT 23 YEARS YOU ARRIVED WITH THE GUNMAN WHAT A BLESSING YOU ACTUALLY CUT YOUR HAND ...
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Categories:
powdery, allah,
Form: Naat
The Blue Nazarene
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“The Blue Nazarene”
caeruleum caelum
in nubibus
caeruleum
caeruleum caelum
in nubibus
de hyacintho nazarene
testimonium:
white stallions,
clouds commandin...
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Categories:
powdery, muse,
Form: Narrative
Not Much of a Choice
...Cooper was a large and curious tiger, the bright star of a motley circus,
Always out of step with others; like erring moon, of dawn skies, citrus.
He was well fed and got lots of attentio...
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Categories:
powdery, beauty, color, fun, nature,
Form: Couplet
Just A Simple Musk-Filled Muse, Reaching For The Sun
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This was inspired by Silent One's poem,
"Prisoner Of Poetry"
Let me loose the trellis that holds on to my roses
weave every thorn I own around your open space
I do not twine nor do I h...
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Categories:
powdery, analogy, appreciation, imagination, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Driving Down Memory Lane
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I was drivin’ down an old, worn black-top highway, on my way to a funeral. It was mid-Missouri, and late summer made it hotter’n the dickens outside. I was thinkin’ there was only a couple of hou...
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Categories:
powdery, friendship, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Narrative
harbor snow
...I watch the harbor through the falling snow
the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau
the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow
the scene draws me, as if hypnotically.
Five mile’s lighth...
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Categories:
powdery, boat, sea, snow,
Form: Rhyme
Fastball-just for fun
...Blustering snowballs, Batman,
it's cold enough to blubber
blast the titanic iceberg
from its frozen handshake.
But snowballs that ain’t
formed; fine powdery dust
billowing ‘neath the core...
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Categories:
powdery, birthday, humor, sick,
Form: Light Verse
Inheritance
...Her grandfather called her to their front yard,
“Come here, my child.”
“I want to show you how to mend this net,”
he said tenderly,
his fingers weathered like the ropes he held,
gnarled and wor...
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Categories:
powdery, allegory, grandfather, metaphor, my
Form: Free verse
Euphoria
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Rivers of winding winds,
their saw edged currents
chipping away at stone clouds.
Crests of powdery floss
slip over mountainous verges.
Not knowing anything about
the flexibility of gr...
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Categories:
powdery, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Lost Amongst The Night
..."Do not go gentle into that good night."
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Quote By Dylan Thomas
Smoky clouds float above slate skies.
Powdery alabaster flakes of snow glide to the...
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Categories:
powdery, gothic, grief, imagery, snow,
Form: Imagism
a song for oppy
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spun …
the dust devil did
(unusually strong, that)
but instead of leaving another layer of
light-blocking powder
it cleaned the solar panels like
Windex and microfibre -
shiny … as new
th...
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Categories:
powdery, analogy, science,
Form: Free verse
My Son John
...My son, John, was an engaging fellow, who was barely ten years old;
And liked frogs, marbles and playing ball, in luscious, noontime gold.
My son, John, was rather a dreamer, like the laz...
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Categories:
powdery, character, color, fantasy, nature,
Form: Couplet
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