Mystery Repetition Poems

Quote -- "life is a perpetual yesterday for us"--Alice Sebold

On nature's trail, a winter's sunlit stroll,
Leafless sentinels, tall trees stand with grace,
Aging growth an emblem...

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Soaring in the air, a murder of crows goes by. 
Calling ahead, crows are truly sly. 
Leaving behind only riddles and rhymes
Sneaking away, haunting bedtimes....

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When death, like silence 
Creeps into or sleepy lives

We feel the moorings untie 
The threads that tangle our lives

We feel the currents of emotion upend...

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In the book of fire 
& 
all that blazes
In the words of praises, 
Burning fast
They are hard bright
…it blares white.

This is my desire 
But...
What is...

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OF What Importance Is Money
In a Disastrous World,
What is the point of being rich?
to live all lonely and be sad
What is the point of building...

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When is a house, not a house
but a home, a place to call your own 
a box to fill with treasures 
of heart and objets...

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LONG LIVE THE NEW FLESH

The secret blood of a crucified man a god born of flesh, bone, a righteous soul, so long live the new...

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OF THE NEW FLESH

A returned to open channels 
Open to the unknown the beyond 
Burning humming like angry hornets
Bottled in electric light and shadows 
The...

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Stumble across the threshold of memory into places I’ve known or unseen and only relived in deepest dreams…

Clutching the candle of revelation high, its silken...

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Beyond this door
lies the regions of anything 
Everything 
and nothing at all 
what is hidden
until it’s time to see what is coming 
and that is...

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On site of this forgotten Babylon
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in this annihilated place
What strange creature’s kin
to inhuman race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells 
Uncanny...

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WINTERS HOUSE 
Black, bare in despair 
alone to nowhere 
On a corner crossroads to everywhere
Sits a house half-forgotten 
a house full of itself and memories
Dark...

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We dream of rain... 
And the mystery of the gun
We bold hold and driven apart 
Kill the king when lovers depart
We dream of rain and...

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We dream of rain
In the setting sun 
in the season of one.
A wildest west and a withered crest, 
the coat of arms. 
A falcon and...

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Trails of time 
I note the trails sublime
I see them dance around 
my fingers like starlight
arcing in the night 
I intertwine the firelights
dancing around my...

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