Journey Quintain (Sicilian) Poems

Peaceful repose for 100 years
Resolute bad faerie will not win
Alas there will be no tears
I shall rest on with all my kin
In sweet dream, without...

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Within me desire burnt long like ember
to see published my first poetry book,
did that a decade back in September.
From then on didn’t stop the journey...

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Dreams

Like paper airplanes floating on the breeze
forever drifting gently to and fro
and guided freely with the greatest ease
whichever way the wistful winds may blow,
our deepest...

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Through a lavender meadow he’ll run,
the white, black and brown spotted mule.
Hooves raise dust clouds under golden sun,
beckoning tomorrow’s fresh morning air, cool.
His eyes are...

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This pathway is doubly dangerous
That one who cuts my stitches
A tad too short
Is the same who reaches 
Carelessly too close

To that dreadful corona mortis 
God’s...

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The runic pattern cast upon the ground, 
That calls wandering Celt to journey home,
To sacred lands where mighty kings were crowned,
And there hearts dwell while...

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