Song Prose Poems

The year was ‘72; Morrison had died,
yet I felt little sorrow, for when he was in his prime,
I was a pre-teen junkie for bubble-gum rock
like...

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Into dark and lightly dotted night
I stare at these stars, oh so bright
A lonely face, towards an ocean of scintillating stars I gaze
My sight and...

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Your face is hidden from me now

And I am in mourning

I whispered to you daily asking for guidance 

I received a blade to slice out...

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Love story

You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your...

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behind your eyes
hang the stars in a thousand skies.
behind your smile
lies the innocence of a child.

to be near you is to love you;
to gently hold...

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Folly


Dead men don't weep no more,

stagnant life lead to deluded ending,

pretty things can hide the hidden truth.

Nothing gain-nothing lost,

we can ascend and we can fall.

Echoes...

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Shield Maiden

I have dreamed of the battle;
And truly I have heard,
The ring of sword upon sword;
And tasted blood between my teeth.

I have met the enemy...

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Dotard Trumpery used to disgust the "ery" excrescence ending his surname,
for its apocope he approached Megan Trump and poached her maiden name,
to which Joshua Trump,...

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Water’s voice is sweet;
Playing soft whispers across the rocks,
sculpting ground,
trickling, lapping staccato;
a splash crescendo
a symphony begins.
A musical genius
writes notes in the earth;
pulsates to it’s own...

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The Poet

I am what I am.
I can make no pretense,
Of being anything else.
You must accept or shun me, as I am.

I am what I am.
Neither...

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he’s different. 
there’s a sparkle in his eyes when he says he just wants to be friends. 
there’s a song in his voice when he...

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The Prize 
The bobber floats, but when it dips, my heart skips for hooked lips. The line tightens, the tug is strong, I reel in....

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its cold its soup
your mouth toots
hands fold
yes its cold
dress like a goat
its over coats
to some no home sitting alone
no shoes it winter blues
the days no...

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A candle burns its life away; 
sacrifice to it, is sweet; 
it is a candle’s lot in life.

Candles gift, a light dark cloaked; 
beacon burning...

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The Storm

The cold, salt spray bit at my face,
As I walked alone in the sand,
And the dashing waves stoe my footprints;
As they raced upon the...

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(For the Lack of anything else to call it)
          Educated Nonsense     ...

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The Cameo Necklace

Slight, delicate thing it is. 
Strangely simple, strangely plain. 

I hold it, and I Reminisce; 
It's all I have of him. 

Picture of...

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I Dont Give A Fig About The Brouhaha...
of new year's eve,
yet yours truly does consider
at least one singular plum me facet by Jeeve
er...Robert (or Rabbie)...

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Nuit magique (Awesome Night)
Catherine Lara

(A lilting catchy French tune with a " barbed " message addressed to oneself or to any damsel in distress. Free...

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Before I met you,
I had searched among men,
I had searched among women,
But I didn’t find any of your kind 
I had searched all over in...

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