Work Quintain (Sicilian) Poems

A few poets ask if I ever read their poems
As a matter of fact, I do; from time to time
But I don’t comment on the...

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Pitifully, it seems my volcano has erupted—Somerset Mougham

Awaiting ink and feather to perform, my volcano has erupted
Gloomy den, I listen to crackling fire, nothing of...

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Vitriolic stances generate vicious marks. 
Sweltering, an irritating swamp of sadness. 
The bold spirit is infused with pitiful dark. 
Levied by cruel words exuding madness....

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Finer than silk the spider’s web spun
I note she never trips or falls
Up and down, I watch her run,
Always in a hurry, she never crawls
It...

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*Image of Take In North America by Amtrak.
Training Experience: Novice

All onboard, the Pacific Coast-Liner,
it is seventy-seven, my first leave
of a first year's work. A bit...

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I have always known rejection and exclusion,
as a half-breed girl I heard the insult;
whispered, as a child it left me with confusion,
it still happens...

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Whispers of scarlet, orange and gold
Fall across the earth, crisp laughter
Reminding the soul to listen to the bold
Psalms of moments so often sought after
Gentle thoughts,...

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The gift of quietness, at times, ignored,
     may go unclaimed throughout my busy day.
My mind keeps running, missing the reward
 ...

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You look frustrated, my friend;
Could it be downs like no end ?
And feelings that more could come?
Tell Jesus. With you He will stay in the...

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