Dark Rispetto Poems

It's partial to Winter's bark gloom and weed bite—
Then comes Spring with his light massaging through stone,
In cold spots along her dark towering spine—
That lovers...

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      In a roaring ocean of grief, she plunged in.
     A widow, she's a hodgepodge of...

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What do you write when your brain's in dark fog
You scratch your head and search for some  words in vain
That is when you sink...

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tender buds sprout on persuasive branches, spring
all the birds, tremble with anticipation
most gather round the feeder while others sing
hungry souls are enthralled by God’s creation

wistful...

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"This love never dies because it is immortal and eternal, it 
exists in my heart until that day he takes my hand again."

 ...

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My eyes fell closed as I watched a dark night sky
A chance wasted of hopes pinned on stars falling
Candlewick atop my cake, flame did defy
I...

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Midnight moon and stars begin to disappear 
Once the morning sun starts to rise from deep sleep.
New dawn is about to break with joy and...

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Summer Rispetto

Such summer days as these are most merry bright,

and altogether they portend such good times.

Sol shortens dark nights, again extends the light,

the time is...

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Lifelong series, proliferation of dreams
Procrastination pushes cans to rear shelf
Crushed pineapple replaces peaches and creams
Depleted pantry unenvisioned of self

Back burners overwrought iron pans of sin
Awaiting...

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The organ played the psalm 
unto the grieving
somehow to balm the feelings 
of the living
as though no dark deceiver 
had come thieving.
Memories are the gift...

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A rainy night's walk: the street lights are gleaming
a dream's fluorescence in obsidian sky.
Halogen wishes are far away beaming

illumined teardrops that I refuse to cry.
All...

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I thought of “Far Away” as an escaping,
wild trees and flowers in all their rapt fury.
To be free of love and all its stiff draping,

fleeing...

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Stepping Through Time

With one, gentle nudge from a warm southern breeze,
I fall into the arms of Galileo.  
His charming smile asks, "may I have...

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Life is just a path,a path like you work hard
to get a goal 
and the goal is death

Death is peacefulness
no power is there greater than...

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Lost in the moment of that dreamy place

Surrounded by souls but only seeing your face

Seeing the future but having no view

Overcome with passion nut only...

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